In fact, since Tang Changsheng had invited Wang Jinhai to Lower River, he had naturally looked into his background.
There was nothing secret about it, anyway.
Wang Zhifei was one of Great Chu's foremost directors, especially renowned for his martial arts films. Even Tang Changsheng, for all that he had grown up in the mountains and knew little of the world, had seen the blockbusters Da Xiang had just mentioned—The Burning of Red Lotus Temple, Dragon Gate Inn, and the like. They had been too famous, too sensational to miss.
Even the bearing and movements of the Paper People he had seen in Lufadan had struck him as familiar. At the time, he had joked that they had a touch of Dragon Gate Inn about them.
Later, when he discovered that Wang Zhifei was Wang Jinhai's nephew, it had all clicked. He had even laughed and said, "No wonder Wang Zhifei's martial arts films have such a distinctive style. He must have brought the essence of the Theater Sect into his movies, into Lightning Shadow."
So Da Xiang had not been talking nonsense after all!
"My dad told us to come see the scenery in Lower River, to find out whether there's anywhere he could shoot his new film," Wang Lele said. She was young, and a few flattering words from Da Xiang had already gone to her head.
"Oh? Director Wang is preparing another film?" A gleam flashed through Da Xiang's eyes.
"Of course. He's just having trouble finding some of the outdoor locations. He's searched everywhere and still hasn't found them."
"Lele." Seeing how easily she had been coaxed into telling them everything, her cousin Wang Xiaohao called out sharply.
"What? It's not like it's anything shameful." Wang Lele pursed her lips again. Though she sounded unconvinced, she