A two-courtyard residence near Shichahai.
It was quite lively inside. A group of people busily strung cables and set up the lighting, while the props team arranged the interior furnishings. The actors had arrived as well, watching the preparations for filming.
Wang Yan paced back and forth through the courtyard, spotting problems and solving them, or making temporary adjustments. Cui Lin followed behind him, along with others such as the script supervisor, recording Wang Yan's requirements.
After more than a month, the script was finally finished and had reached a level everyone found satisfactory. They had also held two script readings, with Wang Yan leading Shen Ranran, Xin Baiqing, and the others through the characters, helping them understand exactly what kind of roles they would be playing.
Though they would all later be considered accomplished actors, they were still inexperienced at this point, so Wang Yan, as the director, had to put in more effort.
And when the crew was assembled and ready to begin filming, everyone finally learned about Wang Yan's background as a director. For a moment, most of the people in front of the camera felt their vision go dark.
A man who had started out selling lamb skewers, then founded a company and opened a seasoning factory, had crossed over into filmmaking?
Sure, the entertainment and arts industries did not have particularly high barriers to entry, but they were not this low, were they? Was there any justice left in the world? Even a lamb skewer vendor could become a director now?
After learning this, the student actors even began to doubt their own choices. They had worked so hard to enter this field—had they made the right decision?
Word had even spread through their schools. After all, a lamb skewer seller becoming a director was