At that mont, a thought struck Chu Tian, and he realized sothing.
So, that’s what this was all about? He was waiting to spring this on ? He had thought Wei Chuan was genuinely angry just now. But hearing him speak, Chu Tian instantly understood.
If he couldn’t figure it out now, he would be truly foolish.
So, this whole charade was just for this?
Thinking about it, he knew the film involved a significant investnt and imnse effort. Wei Chuan must be under enormous pressure.
But no matter how great the pressure, it was futile. What he’d said before was true; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do a good job, but the current circumstances simply didn’t allow it.
"So, what do you propose to do?"
Facing a problem ant solving it. This had always been Chu Tian’s approach to handling matters.
Now that there was a problem, they should solve it. However, he still wanted to hear the other party’s opinion on how to proceed.
Wei Chuan, however, didn’t have many other considerations; he just wanted to make this production outstanding, to achieve the vision he held in his mind.
"My idea is not to rush. I need to integrate the crew first, assess the situation, make necessary changes, and possibly train people while shooting. This will make managing the schedule quite tricky."
After hearing this, Chu Tian pondered for a long while.
Ti wasn’t the main issue; a good production couldn’t be rushed.
In this industry, projects could take about a month from initiation to wrap-up, while others might span two to three years.
If he only wanted to make money, it wouldn’t matter. The novelty of the first Tomb Robbing-thed fantasy work, combined with the ’Candle in the Tomb’ fanbase, would be enough to go public and rake in cash, even if the production quality wasn’t great.
But he didn’t want to do that. If he had transmigrated just for money, why not pursue sothing else?
With so many assets in the system, releasing even a few—be it songs, films, or TV shows—would earn him more money than he could ever spend.
His true desire was to produce high-quality works, partly as a tribute and rembrance to his previous world, and partly to fulfill his own ambitions.
Especially when he saw the market flooded with blatant cash-grabs and shoddily made productions, he felt an even stronger urge to create sothing exceptional.
"Alright, you manage the schedule. But since a lot of money has been invested in this film, Uncle Wei, you also need to consider my position. Of course, the quality of the production is paramount."
"I understand. Don’t worry, Chu. We’ve known each other for a long ti. How could I, your Uncle Wei, possibly swindle you, right?"
If anyone else had said this, his first reaction would definitely be that they were planning to swindle him.
But he had known Wei Chuan for a long ti, and Wei Chuan had no history of deceiving others. So, he still trusted him on this point.
Once the matter was settled, Wei Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, but Chu Tian now felt the pressure mounting.
Considering the substantial investnt already made and the new delay, it would be strange if he didn’t feel pressured.
"Let’s go, Chu. I’ll take you to see the crew and introduce you to so people."
"Over there is the special effects team. I brought them in from Guangdong Province. There are no issues with their technical skills; these folks are very capable."
"Those are from the Hong Kong Island Martial Team. We don’t have that many action scenes, so only two or three ca over. They have a big reputation and many projects to handle. However, I plan to bring in more people later. The randomly picked ones just don’t cut it; they always ss up the wirework. Ugh!"
As Chu Tian listened to Wei Chuan introduce the various teams, a complete picture of the entire crew gradually ford in his mind.
Just then, he suddenly saw a few foreigners ahead.
"Are those foreigners over there? Why are there foreigners here?"
"Of course. As I ntioned, our industrialization here is still a bit lacking. So, I thought about bringing in so people from abroad to help streamline the process. But these particular foreigners are just a bunch of blockheads."
No wonder Wei Chuan hadn’t ntioned them before.
Chu Tian had so understanding of this. The dostic situation in China was completely different from that abroad. Simply transplanting foreign thods wholesale wouldn’t work here.
He guessed this was the current situation with them: rigidly applying thods without adapting.
If these Westerners genuinely wanted to collaborate with local teams, they absolutely needed a ’China-hand.’ Otherwise, they’d either make no progress or be completely taken advantage of, then dismissed as a bunch of damned fools.
"Uncle Wei, I recall many blockbusters being made dostically, right? Why haven’t we tried to get help from those experienced teams?"
What he ant was, since other dostic teams were successfully producing blockbusters, and their own team was facing difficulties, why not directly engage an experienced, established team?
Just as he finished asking, Wei Chuan looked at him strangely.
"Chu, you probably don’t know, do you? Our project is currently being kept under wraps. Besides, those people aren’t individuals you can just hire at will."
"Huh?"
Chu Tian was initially puzzled, but then his expression stiffened as if sothing had dawned on him.
Wei Chuan did not disturb him and quietly waited on the side. After a mont, Chu Tian’s expression flickered through several changes, and he sighed soundlessly.
"Figured it out?"
"Yes, I understand now."
This ti, Chu Tian truly understood.
The so-called secrecy wasn’t about strict confidentiality, but rather about maintaining a low profile to avoid attracting undue attention.
This must have been a specific instruction from Hou Yichuan.
It was primarily because the project’s investnt was so massive, and they lacked complete confidence in its success, so they opted for a low-key approach.
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