Buried Alive

"Cut!"

Director Miller's roar nearly tore through the desert heat.

The old director sprang up from in front of the monitor, knocking his folding chair over into the sand.

His hands trembled slightly, and coffee stains from earlier still speckled his gray-white beard.

It wasn't just him. The entire crew was beside itself with excitement.

The set first fell silent for a moment, then thunderous applause erupted like a storm.

Everyone had only one thought in their hearts:

Did we really just film such an explosive action scene?

They were all veterans of the film industry, elites who had spent years clawing their way up, but when had they ever filmed anything this spectacular?

"Holy fucking shit!" Old Bill excitedly lifted a reflector and waved it around. "Do you think I could win an Oscar for Best Cinematography with this scene?"

"Cinematography?" The stunt coordinator wiped sweat from his forehead. "Aside from Lin Yuan's incredible performance, shouldn't the special effects department get the second-biggest credit for this scene? If you want Best Cinematography, shouldn't we get Best Visual Effects?"

The assistant director shrugged helplessly. "Did you forget? Lin Yuan already said he wouldn't participate in any award selections."

Old Bill and the stunt coordinator laughed awkwardly, then said in unison, "We don't care whether we get awards or not. With this one scene alone, we're already uncrowned kings."

Director Miller smiled as he watched his team fool around, his own mood soaring as well.

The very first scene had achieved results far beyond expectations, boosting the entire team's morale to unprecedented heights. If they could maintain this state, then this film would undoubtedly become the pinnacle of his career.

As a filmmaker, who didn't want to leave behind a timeless masterpiece?

Director Miller waved his hand, and the crew immediately