At this mont, Zero’s task list, having just completed the mapping of Su City, has already begun designing a future war fortress based on the city model of Shanghai, simulating future warfare according to ng Lang’s requirents.
It will be a comprehensive defense system encompassing sea, land, air, and space...
ng Lang naturally didn’t tell Han Fei the truth about this "strategic decision".
Until Han Fei finally finished his complaints, ng Lang put down his milk tea and asked seriously.
"Director Han, why did you originally want to make movies?"
"Huh?"
Han Fei was baffled by this unexpected, unrelated question from ng Lang.
Why did he want to make movies?
A mont of confusion flashed in his eyes.
To showcase his learning? To fulfill ambitions? For the initial dreams?
Recalling the solitary figure of himself, excitent in red eyes writing scripts three days and nights.
A series of answers flashed through Han Fei’s mind but ultimately settled on that fleeting glimpse at the driving school...
When the car body swirled the fallen leaves, its taillights swung an astonishing curve drifting past in front of him.
The screeching tire noise that made his scalp tingle seed to reignite the fiery passion dormant for over a decade?
In his twenties, all he thought about was wanting to win.
Yet by thirty-five, with a slight baldness encroaching, all he thought about was not to lose...
In what kind of mindset did he write such a script back then...
"Was it for the money?" ng Lang continued to ask.
Han Fei embarrassedly nodded, yet also shook his head.
Seeing this, ng Lang smiled contentedly.
"The life already written need not be lingered over; the Zhang Chi rushing towards the finish line is already a conclusion.
What we need to pursue is a new Chapter of life, not a sequel to the old life.
Earning money, of course, is very important, as it determines how far we can go, but making money isn’t the sole asure of success, and risk isn’t the sole factor asuring the investnt.
At least when Chairman Gao decided to invest in you, the novice director, it was also quite a risk, wasn’t it?"
Han Fei nodded in sha, understanding ng Lang’s point.
Indeed, since when did he gradually forget the focus and passion he had when making films initially, getting lost in the pursuit of fa and money?
Was it amidst the flattering words of "Director Han," or in the flashing of cara lights, or perhaps when enticing contracts were laid before him...
He admitted, upon hearing Gao Yuan inviting him to direct the remake of "Magic City Fortress," he shrank back, he was afraid.
Afraid of losing the honor he had won, afraid of missing out on substantial interests.
Even more afraid that what he had just gained would dissipate like smoke at any mont...
Shooting sequels for easy money indeed seems the safest bet, but how is that different from the Conan sequel continuing for 20 years while still being in elentary school?
Can the audience retrieve the initial excitent and thrill?
These days, he has shredded quite a few drafts, admitting that in his current state, it’s impossible to write a script like "Pegasus 1".
In the end, it can only be a diocre work, even an utter failure in reputation.
ng Lang’s words were enlightening, restoring clarity to his eyes, blinded by the glitz and interests of the entertainnt circle.
He had grown impulsive...
"I understand now, Mr. ng, you are trying to tell not to forget the original intention!
Rest assured, whether in movies or racing, I will not give up on my dreams!"
ng Lang’s smile suddenly stiffened on his face.
Who would have thought this motivational speech would have side effects?
Let’s just say, can’t we be less greedy and focus on one dream at a ti?
Watching Han Fei, like he was injected with adrenaline, drive away hastily, ng Lang silently stirred his milk tea.
Let think, which clause was the lifelong driving ban?
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