The Great Director of the Revolution
Wu Xiang, a screenwriter of those wildly exaggerated anti-Japanese dramas, finds himself reborn in 1997. Determined to change his fate, he sets his sights on gaining admission to the Film Academy. Armed with years of hard-won experience in the entertainment industry, Wu is certain that he will be able to command the winds and clouds on this artistic path. Yet, what he did not expect was that the famous stars he would encounter were all a restless bunch! Chen Kun is always dreaming of switching careers to interior design, Huang Haibo is completely offbeat, and another female classmate with the surname Huang is still the epitome of a tomboy! Life is already hard enough—why bother exposing every uncomfortable truth? So let’s make movies—films that truly belong to us, blockbusters that are ours alone. Even when the film market is in the doldrums, even when faced with cold ridicule and scorn, we must forge our own cinematic road! (P.S. This novel chronicles the rise of domestic cinema from weakness to strength, and can also be seen as a history of our nation’s development. What we have experienced and built may not always be understood by others, but its greatness cannot be denied!)
The Great Director of the Revolution
In a towering building in the capital of the Huaxia nation, Yanjing City, Wu Xiang sat properly in a luxurious office. Across from him was his old friend and patron, Boss Gao, who was currently perusing his manuscript. However, Boss Gao didn’t seem particularly invested; soon enough, he looked up to speak.
“Xiangzi, can’t you spice this script up a bit?”
Wu Xiang understood what Boss Gao wanted, but he genuinely couldn’t write that stuff. “Gao, don’t you think scenes like tearing enemies apart with bare hands are a bit too much? That sort of thing is just absurd.”
“Who cares if it’s absurd? As long as people watch it and enjoy it, isn’t that enough?”
“That kind of plot has been ridiculed countless times already. I really can’t bring myself to write it.”
“You… As long as there’s money to be made, why worry about whether the plot makes sense? Or do you sympathize with those little devils? Are you one of those Japan-lovers?”
“Gao, you know what kind of person I am. Those little devils, they’re nothing to me. Take that last film crew for example—they should’ve just focused on filming, but no, they insisted on adding some filter in front of the camera. I was furious! I absolutely had to make my stance clear on that.”
Boss Gao really just wanted Wu Xiang to add a little flair to please the general audience, so he continued, “Take your last script—once the director made some changes, the ratings and attention all shot up, regardless of the criticism. Why can’t you just go with the flow for once?”
Wu Xiang was exasperated. “That di
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