Chapter 339: I Just Wanted to Be a Director, Yet You Made Me Direct a Military Exercise?

In a hall filled with screens, dozens of soldiers were operating computers with tense focus.

Someone pushed the door open, scanned the room, and spoke loudly.

"Tang Xiaojia!"

"Here!"

A thin, frail major wearing glasses stood up and shouted.

"According to superior orders, you are required to immediately hand over your current work; report to the War Zone Army General Staff tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!" the major replied loudly, then asked with confusion.

"Captain, is there a mission? Do I need to carry any equipment?"

"No!" the captain shook his head.

"Just go; the Daoshihou Society will arrange everything. I don't know the specific mission either."

"Alright, hurry up and hand over your work."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

Someone nearby leaned over and whispered.

"Xiaojia, are you going on some secret mission?"

Before Tang Xiaojia could reply, someone else beside them laughed.

"What department are we? The Electronic Warfare Battalion!"

"What kind of secret mission could we possibly have?"

"If it were a combat mission, that would be for the Special Forces and frontline combat units."

"With Xiaojia's scrawny arms and legs, what could he possibly do?"

"If it's cyber... cough cough... anyway, I can't imagine what kind of mission it would be."

Tang Xiaojia shook his head, cutting them off.

"Alright, let's hand over the work first; I currently have eight tasks on my plate..."

"Okay, I understand."

Putting down the phone, Xiang Zhiming also looked somewhat dazed.

Seeing this, Su Meng felt a bit puzzled.

"Old Xiang, what's wrong?"

Xiang Zhiming's gaze toward him seemed even stranger.

"The station just called me; they've already started inviting the actors we settled on."

"A few teachers need their schedules arranged; they'll report in about a week."

"The others will arrive over the next couple of days."

"Also, the station asked me to check if you need any further coordination."

"If there aren't enough crew for filming, the station can dispatch a batch of camera equipment and operators."

"Don't worry about the technical side; they're all professionals. The station pays their salaries; you just need to manage the boxed meals."

Oh? Su Meng was also stunned.

CCTV is being way too enthusiastic this time; they're practically bringing their own rations to work.

But not taking advantage of a freebie makes you a bastard.

Rubbing his chin and thinking, Su Meng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"In that case, I won't hold back."

"The film crew is fine, but we don't have enough makeup artists; get me a hundred or so for me first."

What the heck? Xiang Zhiming was instantly startled.

"Did I hear that right? You want a hundred or so makeup artists?"

"Yes!" Su Meng nodded, explaining patiently.

"Under normal circumstances, a dozen or so makeup artists are enough for our production."

"But when filming war scenes, we often have thousands of extras; every single person needs makeup..."

What? Xiang Zhiming's face turned green.

Big brother, have you ever made a movie?

All the extras need makeup? Are you freaking kidding me?

Su Meng added.

"Of course, the makeup for regular extras can be a bit simpler."

"After all, people in this era generally have better skin and are fairer than people in that era."

"So they just need their skin made to look rougher."

"The requirements for the makeup technique aren't very high."

Sigh... Xiang Zhiming let out a long breath, feeling almost numb inside.

How can this director sometimes be so professionally admirable, yet at other times be so unreliable?