"Baili's killing intent in his eyes needs to be especially intense. In this scene, he's killing someone. Your eyes must carry that murderous intent to put your opponent to death. Killing him is your all-consuming goal..."
On a Gobi desert swept by wind and sand, a middle-aged to elderly man in a gray flat cap was instructing the actors. No one on set dared to speak. They all listened attentively.
The older middle-aged man was Zhang Fengyun, a renowned domestic director. Though nearly seventy, he was still in excellent health and looked only in his fifties. In terms of seniority, he was an internationally acclaimed director, actor, and screenwriter, an undisputed veteran of the domestic film industry.
The opening ceremonies for major international sporting events and international forums held in the country had all been created by him. Every grand opening ceremony was breathtaking and showcased Huaxia's charm to the world.
When it came to visual effects and command of massive scenes, there were very few who could stand alongside him.
Aside from war films, he also excelled at martial arts dramas and literary films. Despite being a highly decorated director, he remained as low-key as ever, quietly preparing new productions and continually nurturing young actors.
That unique integrity was also why so many actors respected him.
"Get ready to continue..."
"Director Zhang, there's a call for you." Just as Zhang Fengyun was about to begin filming, his assistant ran over with a Holographic Phone.
"Who is it?"
"An unknown number. He said he's Li Zhiyong, the general manager of Ten Li Red Makeup Company, and he wants to work with you. Ten Li Red Makeup is a famous domestic wedding planning company."
"A wedding planning company wants me? You all take a break first. Go over your lines and