Chapter 490: Chapter 273: Album! “Cicada Green” and “Sumr of Green Forest” Fantastical Collaboration, Fans: You three…
Xu Qingyan left, but the filming on set had to continue.
Gazing at the table full of dishes, Luo Yuexiu couldn’t help but swallow her saliva. She wasn’t unaccustod to fine dining; she often visited Michelin-starred restaurants and five-star hotels for als.
If asked whether there was anything she hadn’t eaten, there was indeed quite a lot.
Female stars always had to maintain their figures, especially an actress like her who depended on acting for a living. Although she had many dietary restrictions, she always saw good food without it necessarily passing her lips.
Now, she had been captivated by the aroma of the dishes for nearly half a minute.
Luo Yuexiu vaguely rembered, she had once played a similar scene. She acted as if she tasted her mother’s cooking from a plate of food, but it was all an act.
Besides, she didn’t have a mother, having relied solely on her father since childhood until he passed away a few years ago.
Now, she actually slled a familiar aroma from the table of food, those were dishes her father often cooked. Sotis, for convenience, he would even make them rather carelessly.
mories always managed to alter her emotions and play tricks on her. After calming herself, Luo Yuexiu approached Director Wei Wufeng and asked,
“Director Wei, may I try the food from that table?”
“What?” Wei Wufeng snapped back to reality.
He had actually been daydreaming, stunned by Xu Qingyan’s cooking skills. Initially, he just wanted to give Xu Qingyan a hard ti, a bit of petty revenge.
Xu Pluck-Skin, the stingy dog of a producer!
But how could Wei Wufeng know that Xu Qingyan wasn’t bragging? When that fluid and graceful stir-frying technique ca into play, he was completely srized.
The skill of his stir-frying, that wok hei, the burst of flas… he was expecting to see Xu Qingyan flustered and ssing up, but damn, he ended up encountering a professional giant.
“I want to try the taste of the food that Teacher Xu cooked, I promise not to make a ss,” Luo Yuexiu said gently.
“Oh, of course, you can.” Wei Wufeng nodded, readily agreeing.
As for Luo Yuexiu’s request, as long as it wasn’t too excessive, he would try his best to accommodate her. After all, she had taken a pay cut, which was a big concession.
Xu Qingyan, the casual cook, had already left and didn’t know that after Luo Yuexiu tasted the food he had swiftly prepared, she turned around and posted it online.
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In an office building in Capital City,
Yu Yao opened her phone and happened upon Luo Yuexiu’s post. They didn’t have much in common; their paths only crossed because they shared an agency and had collaborated twice.
“Producer Xu… What kind of crew has Luo Yuexiu joined that’s so shabby?”
She scrolled down and stopped at a familiar na, pausing abruptly.
“Xu Qingyan?”
Just then, the female assistant knocked on the door, and after being allowed in, she reviewed the schedule with Yu Yao. During the conversation, Yu Yao casually inquired,
“Do you know what drama Luo Yuexiu is shooting?”
The assistant blinked, not too surprised. After all, Luo Yuexiu had collaborated twice with Jia Hang’s artists, so it was normal for the boss to take an interest.
She pushed up her black-frad glasses and smiled, saying,
“Yes, I heard she joined a small crew. This news even trended a few days ago!”
Yu Yao exhibited a knowing look, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk as she gazed down and asked,
“Can a small crew afford Luo Yuexiu’s salary?”
“That I don’t know. Perhaps they spent big money, wanting to use Luo Yuexiu as a publicity stunt,” the assistant said nonchalantly, “But there’s sothing strange about this crew.”
“What’s strange?”
“They look pretty poor, perhaps they spent all their budget on hiring Luo Yuexiu.”
Yu Yao nodded, signaling the assistant to leave. She didn’t think much of it initially but then instinctively felt sothing was off and pulled out her phone to sift through Luo Yuexiu’s past posts.
“Promotional photos… ‘The Legend of Martial Arts.'” she murmured, opening a search engine and encountering two clickbait articles, “Wei Darui’s son directs a small crew, a certain director comnts it’s a waste of effort.”
“Wei Darui,…” Yu Yao frowned, as there were few in the entertainnt industry who didn’t know Wei Darui.
Wei Darui was most famous for his nurous awards, and the other was for having a son whose films flopped whatever he shot. It couldn’t exactly be considered flopping; it was more like being diocre.
Wei Wufeng’s films had fare better box office returns than those arthouse directors, yet were utterly outperford by several young directors who transitioned from cody, and he was overwhelming crushed.
His last movie with an eighty-million budget was up against ‘Witch’s Spicy Hot Pot,’ and its box office performance was a complete debacle, leading to a rapid defeat.
Yu Yao rembered Wei Wufeng’s furious reaction at the ti, venting online, claiming the other party was shaless and played dirty, prying open the coffin of the cinema of Xia Country.
This series of extre comnts resulted in Wei Wufeng experiencing a massive online backlash, after which he could only switch to directing TV dramas, which also bombed.
Yu Yao didn’t agree with this; ‘Witch’s Spicy Hot Pot’ was never made for n in the first place. From the outset, its target was crystal clear, aid at young female audiences.
No matter how much n disliked it, it didn’t affect its core audience. Those who loved it found the film’s thought profound, believing that the n who didn’t get it simply lacked taste.
Rejecting male gaze, rejecting being labeled. This was where the film excelled, and what broke Wei Wufeng’s defense the most; he couldn’t refine his audience.
But such a feel-good film was fated to leave no lasting impact and would vanish like all short-lived shows after the initial thrill wore off. In the end, this wasn’t real cinema, but a form of cultural extremism.
One contradiction after another, it was about slapping sisters’ faces, ex-boyfriends’ faces, and every scumbag’s face in between. The process was completely wrung out, using the logic of fighting crazy with crazy for the ultimate thrill.
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