A spotlight hanging from the ceiling fell and shattered half a meter away from the photographer.

The photographer was lucky enough not to be injured, but the lens of his glasses was cracked by the falling debris.

Everyone was afraid of what would happen next. If they didn't wear glasses, their eyeballs would be broken.

Director Luo Jian's veins bulged on the spot, "Everyone from the production crew, get out here!"

He pulled off his headphones and slammed them on a chair, his roar sending dust flying throughout the studio.

"Who signed last week's safety inspection report?! Is this what you call foolproof?"

The members of the field service team huddled together with their necks hunched, like a group of quails caught in the rain. The team leader's face was pale, and he was already thinking about how to write his resignation letter.

"You're playing with human lives! Millions of dollars in security budget, and you're just giving me a half-hearted look. If something happens to the photographer's eyes, are you going to support his entire family? If this thing hits someone, who's going to take the responsibility?!"

Luo Jian's storyboard, rolled up like a mace, slammed down on the table with murderous intent. "If you don't give me an explanation today, no one will think twice! Call the security guard and the production director! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

The entire set fell into deathly silence, everyone's breathing became cautious, and the veterans in the production crew exchanged glances with each other. It seemed that this matter today would not end peacefully.

"Director?"

The young assistant came over tremblingly: "Director, please calm down and take care of yourself..."

"Calm down? What do you mean by calm down? How can I calm down like this!!!"

Luo Jian was as furious as a lion, and he couldn't listen to his assistant. "You two, none of you are worrying!"

“???”

no……

Did you ask me to control your temper? Why am I such a worry?!

Good intentions are not rewarded!

The young assistant was disappointed and retreated.

When I came back, I saw the teacup on the table - the newly bought Salvia miltiorrhiza tea, which had just been brewed. The director was busy discussing the filming with the assistant director and had not had time to take a sip.

It’s almost cold now.

The young assistant, holding a teacup, mustered up the courage to return to the center of the storm. Luo Jian was standing with his hands on his hips, cursing fluently, with foam on his lips.

The assistant put the teacup in front of him without saying a word and turned away.

Luo Jian picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, but he suddenly drank a mouthful of bitter water, and his face wrinkled as if he had been bitten by the water.

In an instant, his anger intensified. He glared at his assistant and cursed, "This is fucking..."

"Um?"

The words suddenly stopped in his mouth. Luo Jian remembered something and glanced into the teacup. There was a pile of strange wood slices inside.

This is not...

Did he specifically ask his assistant to buy the salvia miltiorrhiza?

To prevent blood stasis in the heart?

Then I thought of the charlatan's instructions.

Be careful not to get angry. Be careful not to get angry.

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and Luo Jian swallowed the swear words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the raging fire had been barely tamed into sparks. He rubbed his throbbing temples, and when he looked at the ground staff, his tone had softened a bit.

"Are you all just standing there acting as door gods?" He kicked the broken glass at his feet. "Clean it up within five minutes. Don't delay filming... Also, we're working overtime for safety inspections tonight. Not a single screw can be left untouched!"

"Okay, I definitely will..."

The staff felt as if they had been granted amnesty and began to clean up in a hurry.

The director sat back in the director's chair and took two big gulps of Salvia miltiorrhiza tea. The bitter taste spread across his tongue.

Although, it doesn’t have the mellow aroma of wine or the richness of coffee, but——

Life is important.

It's a good thing.

Luo Jian savored the taste of the life-extending elixir, as if he had received a golden key from the heavens, lending it another five hundred years. His fingers slowly tapped a rhythm on the armrest, and in his mind he began to formulate his directorial blueprint...

So what if I’m over seventy?

My life as Wu Meiniang (crossed out) has just begun...

Order was restored in the studio, the lighting engineer adjusted the top light to perfection, the track car was laid steadily in the designated position, and the props team placed all kinds of torture instruments securely on the table. They only had to wait for the actors to arrive before filming could begin.

Luo Jian paced back and forth in front of the monitor with his hands behind his back, watching everything with satisfaction.

He suddenly stopped and raised a smug arc at the corner of his mouth. The pleasure of controlling his life made him exude a majestic aura.

He slowly raised the director's microphone.

"Attention all—"

His voice echoed through the loudspeaker in the studio, and everyone stopped what they were doing instantly.

"The next scene will start shooting soon, go get the actors..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes sweeping over every figure like a hawk, "If anyone lets me down again later, I'll..."

"Buzz—"

The microphone was the first to lose its chain and suddenly fell silent.

Luo Jian stared at the microphone...

The loudspeakers made a piercing noise, occasionally mixed with some unpleasant sounds.

Luo Jian suddenly had a bad feeling and wanted to throw away the microphone immediately.

"Hmm~ah~"

The sound suddenly became louder, and indescribable moans exploded from the speakers, mixed with the creaking sound of the cheap bed boards in the stereo surround of the studio.

The filter in the lighting technician's hand fell with a "click", the props man lost his balance and knocked over the props on the table, the stagehand's hand shook, and the broken light pieces in the garbage bag fell to the ground again.

Luo Jian's face changed from blue to purple, then to black, and finally to the color of liver at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

He kicked the folding chair next to him away, and the metal frame scraped against the concrete floor with a harsh sound.

Luo Jian exploded.

"Who—did—this—who—did—this—"

Everything was silent, with only the shrill sound of gasps being heard.

The assistant director stepped forward, his shirt drenched in sweat. "Which bastard connected the Bluetooth wrong? He was so blind he connected it to the main speaker, didn't he?"

The blushing and heart-pounding sound suddenly stopped.

After a burst of ping-pong noise, the head of the stage management team pulled out a sound assistant who was slacking off and watching porn from behind the curtain in the corner. The young man's face was flushed, and he was holding a mobile phone in his hand, with the screen frozen on the scene that could not be played in "The Boss's Little Wife".

Director Luo Jian's pupils contracted violently. He picked up the script on the table and smashed it hard. One book was not enough, he wanted to smash the teacup on the table too.

"director--"

The assistant quickly hugged the teacup with a flattering smile on his face: "This is Danshen tea, Danshen!"

The assistant gently suggested, her mouth grinning, not sure if she was crying or laughing: "How about you drink some ginseng tea to cool down?"

"What are you drinking? I'll drink you..."

The relatives I always mentioned never showed up after all.

Luo Jian stopped in time and looked at the tea, his head spinning.

Be careful not to get angry. Be careful not to get angry.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, as if a torrent of water had suddenly been blocked by a dam, and the rage in his chest grew more and more intense.

Before his lungs exploded, he quickly tried to save himself.

"Now! Immediately! Immediately!" Luo Jian suddenly lowered his voice, squeezing out every word from between his teeth: "Pack your things for me—"

He pointed at the door: "Don't ever let me see you again!"

The assistant director kicked the young man, and he ran away crawling.

Luo Jian fell down on the director's chair. He silently reached out, took out the quick-acting heart pills he had just bought from his pocket, and put one in his mouth to ensure his safety.

My life matters, my life matters.

Don't get angry with those useless youngsters...

Don't get angry with those useless youngsters...

Director Luo Jian closed his eyes, and the sound of his heartbeat in his ears gradually changed from the thunder of war drums to raindrops hitting withered lotus leaves, and finally to a pool of dead silent lake water.

He suddenly felt that there was a sharp sword hanging three feet above his head. The tip of the sword was condensed with a cold light, trembling slightly with his heartbeat, but it had not yet fallen.

The competitive spirit that I had accumulated for most of my life now fell like sand from my fingertips.

It seemed like someone was chanting scriptures not far away.

[Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Anger can lead to early death.]

【Don’t worry, don’t worry, worries will go away sooner;】

[Don't panic, don't panic, panic will easily get you hung up on the wall;]

[Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, anxiety will easily lead to feasting...] ①

Luo Jian looked around and finally saw the dark-skinned Xia Chi, the battle-damaged Jiang Nan, and a man with slicked-back hair, who was probably Jiang Nan's agent at Guanghui, behind the stacked prop racks.

I don't know when these three arrived on the set, but they were watching the show from the back.

"Xiao Xia, come here quickly."

Luo Jian's voice was so kind, as if he had met his grandson.

Xia Chi slowly moved in front of him, and Jiang Nan followed behind.

Luo Jian looked at Xia Chi at this moment, like a tired traveler seeing an oasis, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. "You've come just in time, just in time. Hurry, the filming is about to start. Go get ready quickly, and Jiang Nan should also get ready."

"Ah, good director."

Xia Chi nodded, but was amazed in his heart.

[Tsk tsk tsk…]

[The speed of his face-changing... a Sichuan Opera master! He was about to eat someone, and in the blink of an eye, he was like nothing happened.]

[As expected, the bigwigs in the entertainment industry are able to control their emotions easily. My worry about him just now was completely unnecessary.]

Jiang Nan stood still, his brows furrowed slightly. "Director, you don't look well...why don't you want to go to the RV and rest for a while?"

Luo Jian waved his hand, a tired but determined smile forming on his lips: "Hey, in our line of work, every day is like a war..."

"Director, director, something bad has happened, director..."

The script supervisor, Xiao Wang, came running in from outside. He had just been on the phone outside and had no idea what was going on inside.

Luo Jian's mood was like a roller coaster. He felt inexplicably irritated when he heard the news of his death.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Luo Jian's dejected expression, Xiao Wang began to stutter, "Teacher Zhou... hasn't arrived yet..."

"Zhou Xu?"

This is strange, because Zhou Xu is the young star that Guanghui is promoting, and he is usually the most active.

"Have you urged me? Was he delayed by makeup?"

"The makeup team said..." Xiao Wang's voice trailed off. "He didn't show up today at all... I contacted his assistant, but he couldn't find him either..."

"Lost contact?"

Considering the precedent of Jiang Nan being late last time, Luo Jian took a deep breath to calm himself down, trying to convince himself that all this happened for a reason.

"Where's his agent?"

As luck would have it, the agent was there.

Gao Sheng was wiping his sweat, so he could only bite the bullet and push forward, forcing a smile uglier than crying: "Director Luo, Zhou Xu has always been punctual. He must have encountered some special circumstances today... I'll urge him again, again..."

With trembling fingers, he greeted Zhou Xu's family again and again on the screen, but there was no response at all.

[Don't waste your energy! My phone is in the safe at the detention center. How can I get any messages?]

Xia Chi's voice emerged like a ghost.

Detention center???

Luo Jian's eyes were as big as copper bells.

Gao Sheng saw that Luo Jian's eyes were not right, so he smiled flatteringly and explained, "Director Luo, Zhou Xu must have encountered some special situation today, otherwise he wouldn't have ignored my message..." He swallowed, "What if, what if it's force majeure again..."

[Is being caught soliciting prostitution also considered force majeure?]

Prostitution???

Luo Jian mechanically turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound.

Xia Chi was sitting in the corner with his head down, pretending to study the script in his hands, but he couldn't hide the gloating curve at the corner of his mouth.

[The seven-day detention center tour package is now available.]

【Let’s clean up the mess quickly. 】