"Han Fei, I'm sorry to trouble you again." When he saw Han Fei, Director Jiang welcomed him warmly. "It's mainly because you're so good at acting. Due to cost considerations, we've hired many new actors. Most of them are good at acting but they can't handle the character perfectly."
"I'm fine with that but won't it affect the overall plot? Every minute of the movie is crucial. If I'm given too much screen time, it might ruin the main character's portrayal. "Han Fei sincerely said that for the sake of the crew.
"We need to change the script." Director Jiang's expression was serious. "Due to some plot issues, the victim's family is quite emotional."
Director Jiang was strict with his actors but when it came to the victim's family, he was a lot more approachable.
"We're adapting the script based on a real case, that means we have to consider the victim's family's feelings."
"Yes." Director Jiang patted Han Fei on his shoulder. "Go do your make-up. To show off Wei Youfu's character, we need to add some daily life details."
Han Fei entered an empty room downstairs. This was the make-up room. Han Fei chose the corner seat to sit down.
The make-up artist helped Han Fei change into the outfit that Wei Youfu often wore before his death. Then he changed his hairstyle to match Wei Youfu's and made some slight changes to his make-up.
Holding the newly written script, Han Fei flipped through it silently. At that moment, the door to the make-up room was pushed open.
"You still need to change the script? I'm so impressed! " A 1.8m tall young man walked into the room. Following behind him was a woman in her thirties.
"Who knew the victim's family would change their mind at the last minute. They're making a scene outside the building now." The woman was carrying a backpack. She was holding a few documents and scripts.
"I'm confused, why did you choose this movie in the first place?" The young man vented his anger on the woman. "I don't have the traffic, I don't have the funds, I don't have the actors. This movie better not ruin the reputation that I've built up."
"This is the company's decision. There aren't many similar themes in recent years so there's still a chance that it will be popular." The woman grumbled softly. As if afraid that the young man would overhear her, she continued, "Director Jiang Yi's talent is undeniable. Even though he hasn't produced a blockbuster movie, he hasn't produced a bad one either. Ah Cheng, you just need to cooperate with the director. "
"That's easy for you to say." The young man named Ah Cheng was just about to retort when a loud noise came from outside the apartment building. It sounded like someone was arguing.
Ah Cheng and his manager ran out to watch the commotion. Han Fei, who had his make-up done, was not interested at all. He went to find Jiang Yi. He planned to leave as soon as possible after the shoot.
Right now, he didn't care about those trivial matters at all. Instead of putting his energy into trifling matters, it was better to think about how to catch the psychopathic murderer who killed seven people in a row and bring justice to the dead.
Han Fei's mental state was much higher than most people, this could be attributed to the Iyashikei game.
There was a commotion downstairs. The victim's family appeared to have entered the residential area. Director Jiang had no choice but to lead Han Fei to the set upstairs. "We want the audience to feel that Wei Youfu was once like them, a living person with his own life. That way, when he's murdered, the audience will be more immersed in his death. Therefore, I hope you can add another clip of Wei Youfu's daily life before his death."
"Understood." For others, it was difficult to play Wei Youfu, but Han Fei was different. He had seen Wei Youfu and remembered all of Wei Youfu's expressions.
As a kind-hearted person, after experiencing pain and despair, the expression on his face was even more heart-wrenching.
"I will do my best."
Entering the set, all the information about Wei Youfu in Han Fei's mind rushed into his body. At that moment, he was no longer himself.
He worked late into the night and returned home exhausted. His eyes were filled with tiredness but there was a trace of satisfaction hidden within.
Sitting on the comfortable sofa, looking at the picture of himself and his wife, his gaze softened.
Wiping away the picture, he planned to give his wife a surprise. In a few days, there would be a large wedding picture hanging in the house.
Just as he was thinking about where to hang the picture, his phone vibrated. He answered the call.
His father's nagging made him feel like a child. Only in front of his father, he could ignore everything.
"I understand. Don't worry, you have to take care of yourself …" After hanging up, Han Fei turned to head back to the bedroom. This was a death sentence.
"Youfu!" Han Fei was not far away when he suddenly heard an old man's voice coming from the stairs outside the camera.
The thin old man put down the banner he was holding and walked into the set blankly. "Don't go in there, Youfu …"
Han Fei stopped in his tracks. He remembered this voice, it was Wei Youfu's father.
Turning around, Han Fei saw the old man holding the banner. The expression on his face was startling.
"Who let the victim's family in!" The cameraman and floor manager grabbed the old man's arms, trying to drag him away.
"Wait a minute!" Han Fei hurried over. "The old man is old, please don't do this."
He shielded the old man behind him. "Let's talk."
"What's there to talk about? We've already come to an agreement but now they've changed their mind. Aren't they trying to extort money from us? "Ah Cheng leaned against the door frame, ignoring the warning glare from his agent.
"Bullsh * t!" The thin old man gripped the banner in his hands. "You said this movie will help more people know about this! It will help us find the killer! That's why we agreed! But what are you filming?! You're just making up stories! "
"We're filming a movie. That's the police's job. You've signed the contract." Ah Cheng was much taller than the old man. He lowered his head to look at the old man. "We've already filmed the previous scenes but because of your one-sided ruckus, do you know how much we have to change? Our film, my time, do you know how much all of this costs? "
"You're the one who went back on your word first!" The old man was getting more and more agitated. Hearing the commotion, a few more people with banners ran up the stairs. They were the family of the human jigsaw case victims.
"What's going on?" Han Fei was confused. He did not expect the argument to be so heated.
"Most of the scenes are over. The victims' family probably saw our trailer and advertisement." Jiang Yi sighed softly and lowered his voice. "I also wanted to film the movie according to my own vision but the investors did not agree with me. In real life, the killer hasn't been apprehended yet but they want a perfect ending."
"A perfect ending?"
"Yes, the movie won't be released until the case is closed so the scriptwriter came up with a fake ending." Jiang Yi sighed. "To put it simply, at the last moment, the main character's aura exploded and he was lucky enough to kill the murderer."
"Since it's based on a real case, we'd better not make up a fake ending. That's disrespectful to the audience and the victims' family." Han Fei turned back to look at the old man. So many years had passed but he still visited the police station every year. The pain of losing a family member was like a shackle that he could never get rid of.
"There's nothing we can do. At this point, we can only hope that both parties can calm down and talk things out." Jiang Yi shook his head.
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