Chapter 239

"Chumen, how about I pour you a cup of coffee? Maxwell House uses natural Ecuadorian coffee beans."

"It's one of the best coffee origins in the world."

"It has..."

Qin Yu was originally just watching for a laugh, but gradually, he felt a bit strange.

Recalling the feeling of watching the movie in his past life, Reba was actually performing surprisingly well.

In the story, Chumen's wife is supposed to be faking it.

Every time she interacts with Chumen, she seizes the chance to advertise, which brings her a handsome reward.

Acting like that usually looks very artificial and exaggerated.

Of course, the actress in his past life relied on genuine talent to pull it off, but Reba, on the other hand, was a total amateur at acting.

She was playing herself.

This actually works?

A blind cat finding a dead mouse??

"Do that part again~"

"Wait for me a second."

After a while, Reba started performing again.

An hour later, Qin Yu looked at Reba, speechless.

This woman was truly lucky; all three scenes were performed very successfully, perfectly capturing that artificial feeling of being Chumen's wife.

She couldn't be more suitable.

It was completely absurd.

"..."

"You can go. The role is yours, go memorize your lines well."

When Reba heard this, she couldn't believe her ears—she had actually passed.

What the hell?

Didn't she know how poorly she had just performed?

To be honest, the last two segments were just her giving up and letting it all fall apart.

Who would have thought this would work?

Could I really be a genius actor?

"Hubby, I'm a genius actor!"

Qin Yu: "..."

After shooing Reba away, Qin Yu also felt that some things were truly miraculous.

If Reba's acting had been even a little bit better, it probably wouldn't have worked.

But it was just right.

Incredible.

Reba deserved this opportunity.

No one could take it away from her.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Zhang Yimou and Chen Kaige were at each other's throats. Qin Yu had sent the script for *The Truman Show* to both of them.

He told them that whoever had time should come and help out.

Both of them were already very interested in Qin Yu's new film.

After reading it, they were even more so.

*The Truman Show* was truly thought-provoking: is freedom more important, or a comfortable life?

If it were them, if they were the protagonists of a reality show...

Would they dare, or would they be willing to make the same choice as Truman?

Although Truman leaves Peach Blossom Island at the end, is the outside world really that wonderful?

It probably isn't that simple.

Obtaining true freedom might just be a larger cage, or perhaps, a larger reality show stage.

"Hey, Old Mouzi, you don't need to go. I'll clear a few days to go help Qin Yu."

After reading the script, Director Chen hurriedly called Zhang Yimou.

*The Truman Show* had hit his artistic G-spot, and he planned to go to the set to properly guide Qin Yu.

If he was lucky, he might actually win one of the three major awards.

Director Chen was excited.

When that time came, the medal of honor would surely be half his.

On the other end of the line, Old Mouzi was silent for a moment before saying.

"Forget it, what are you going to guide? Does little Qin need your guidance? I'll go; I happen to have nothing going on right now."

"Hey, Old Mouzi, what are you fighting me for? Are you better than me? I have plenty of experience winning awards."

"Are you capable? Get lost."

Old Mouzi, having just finished the script, was also fired up. You're great? You're great my foot.

If it weren't for good luck, winning a Palme d'Or, could you even compare to me?

Besides, it's not even certain if *Farewell My Concubine* was actually directed by you.

"Get lost. Chen Kaige, it's fine if you act like a big director in front of others, but don't act like a big shot in front of me. Before you knew how to direct, *The Promise* lost so much money you had to sell your pants."

"Besides, who actually won the award is up for debate. I remember when *Farewell My Concubine* was being filmed, your old man wasn't even dead yet."

"..."

"Old Mouzi, what do you mean by that!"

Director Chen was truly furious. As his films had been flopping over the years, the doubts surrounding *Farewell My Concubine* had never ceased.

Many people felt that his old man had helped him with that film.

What a joke. When it was being filmed, his old man was already on his deathbed.

How could he have helped with anything?

"What do I mean? Others might be afraid of you, but I'm not. Anyway, I've claimed this role. If you go, don't go teaching Director Qin bad habits."

"I'm going to discuss things with Director Qin, not like you, talking with that 'daddy-knows-best' attitude."

"It's only because little Qin respects his elders that he doesn't ignore you entirely."

"Have a little self-awareness, will you?"

"..."

"Bastard!"

"Chen Kaige, you dare curse at me?"

"I cursed at you, so what? You were my cinematographer back then; without me, you wouldn't be where you are today."

"Screw you. If you hadn't been holding me back back then, I would have been famous long ago."

"..."

Soon, a shouting match unfolded. Speaking of Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou, there were actually many stories between them.

The two could be described as loving to hate each other; it was quite amusing.

On the other side, Qin Yu didn't care; either one of them coming was fine.

Even if one of them died, it wouldn't matter.

Qin Yu's main principle was fairness.

Two days later, Qin Yu and Fatty Zhou arrived at a small island in the south, with pleasant scenery.

"Director Qin, our Weizhou Island is absolutely an excellent choice for filming."

A middle-aged man beside him began to ramble on with his introduction.

"The scenery on Weizhou Island is beautiful, and as long as Director Qin is willing, the residents of Weizhou Island will fully cooperate with you."

"We can meet all your requirements, and the government can even provide ten million in sponsorship funds."