Tie Weimin is a foodie. He gave everyone a lesson before even eating. His stomach was empty at the moment, and a plate of braised pork was turned around in front of him. Although he has high blood pressure, he couldn't help but pick up a piece of the bright red, fragrant and delicious braised pork. In the world of a foodie, you can eat less, but you can't not eat!

"Hmm, this braised pork is good. It's authentic Sichuan-style braised pork, rich but not greasy, and leaves a lingering fragrance in your mouth."

Li Rongrong doesn't like to eat meat, but she couldn't resist picking up a piece of the big bowl of sauerkraut fish. Eating fish is a little better, it won't make her fat, and it's even good for her health. It's one of the few dishes that Li Rongrong can eat to supplement her nutrition.

The Fifth Prince and his men didn't care about any of that. They grabbed a piece of whatever looked delicious. Although their manager had usually told them not to eat and drink too much, the boss was at the table today. Should they keep quiet about celebrating with the boss? Would that be disrespectful?

There was a knock at the door. Then Luo Cheng walked in with a bottle of beer in one hand and a glass in the other, all smiles. "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I was busy cooking and didn't have time to come over and say hello."

Fang Yang picked up his wine glass, stood up, and clinked it against Luo Cheng's. "When I first arrived, Mo Zhen and I went into the kitchen to see you. Goodness, you cooked three batches at once! I never knew Boss Luo had this skill!"

Luo Cheng touched his cup slightly lower than Fang Yang's, then drank it all in one gulp. "What are you saying, Mr. Fang? That's our livelihood. My shop is small, and I don't have the money to hire too many chefs, so I can only find other ways to make do. Otherwise, with so many customers, wouldn't we be scolded to death if we couldn't serve the food?"

"That's all thanks to Mr. Luo's excellent cooking skills. Thank you for your help today. Let's have a good drink together another time when we're free."

"I am extremely eager to follow Mr. Fang's arrangements."

Fang Yang raised his glass and sat down to eat. Luo Cheng then drank with Mo Zhen, saying, "Director Mo, we're old friends. Everything is in the wine. I'll toast you."

Mo Zhen laughed heartily: "Old Luo, you're too kind. After we finish this drink, we can find another opportunity to go fishing sometime."

Everyone had already heard the story of Mo Zhen fishing to make a living, and hearing it now, they couldn't help but burst into laughter again. It seems that from now on, this joke will be a part of everyone's conversation about Mo Zhen fishing.

Luo Cheng wasn't familiar with the rest of the people, so he simply downed three cups in a row and toasted everyone at once. After all, there were still twenty tables outside, and even a heavy drinker couldn't handle toasting them one by one.

After watching Luo Cheng leave the private room, Fang Yang urged everyone to eat quickly. It was already past eight o'clock, and everyone had worked hard filming all day. Seeing the tired looks on several people's faces, it would be better to eat well and go back to rest.

Even if he was quick, it was still past nine o'clock by the time everyone finished eating. Twenty tables outside took turns coming in to toast, and even though Fang Yang only gave a perfunctory toast each time, the sheer number of people—over a hundred—was overwhelming. He almost got drunk and embarrassed himself on his way back to his room, and he had to put aside his plan to check on the filming progress during this period.

Fang Yang spent two days going through all the footage. They were about to move to the Thousand-Foot Valley. If they found any footage that needed to be reshot and had to go back, it would be a real hassle. It was better to check it now and finish shooting the parts that needed to be reshot in the next two days.

To be honest, they found five shots that needed to be reshot. These were all taken by Mo Zhen while Fang Yang was away. In Mo Zhen's opinion, the effect was already quite good, but Fang Yang's perspective was different.

"From the audience's perspective, there's no problem. But the problem is from the director's perspective, especially if a film academy comes to correct it. If it's taken to the classroom and analyzed in detail, and every unreasonable point is found, then what was originally a classic TV series will end up being magnified to the national audience because of a small flaw. Do you think it's still a classic then?"

"I hope I'm not that unlucky?" Mo Zhen still had a glimmer of hope. Besides, reshooting those five clips would not only take time but also cost a lot of money.

"If it were a regular TV series, no one would care. But if a TV series becomes a classic and has very high ratings, people will break it down into individual segments for analysis, especially film academies. Your school's teachers have done this quite a bit, haven't they?"

Upon hearing Fang Yang's words, Mo Zhen froze on the spot. Unlike the music academy, Mo Zhen came from a regular film academy. The acting department would take out each classic scene and break it down in detail, explaining the performance details to the students.

The directing department would take these clips out and analyze the shooting techniques. Lighting, props, set design, actors' movements, facial expressions, and postures would all be exposed to the teachers, who would then analyze their merits. Just as Fang Yang said, it was no different from putting them under a microscope.

If the teachers were to discover this, what was originally a classic TV series would become a joke after the teachers analyzed it piece by piece and the students spread the word.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fang. It was all my oversight. I'll reshoot it in the next couple of days. We absolutely cannot let this classic become a joke."

"It's alright, just pay more attention to this aspect in the future. As directors, we must control the details to the extreme. Only when we ourselves have nothing to criticize can we expect others to have nothing to criticize. Look at every great director, some spend several years meticulously crafting a film, just to achieve the best effect. We don't have that kind of energy, so we can only be strict with ourselves. When we come back every night, we should think about it repeatedly and find fault with it. Only in this way can we make the best work!"

Fang Yang began to impart his experience to Mo Zhen. As an assistant director, you can ignore quality issues and only think about tomorrow's set design, extras arrangements, and so on. But it's different for a director. You have to repeatedly think about how to shoot each shot and what effect you want to achieve. Only by planning in advance, checking afterwards, and deliberating repeatedly can you make an excellent work.

Having never directed before, Mo Zhen was unaware of the intricacies of the process. Originally, she simply followed Fang Yang's instructions and strictly adhered to the script's shooting requirements. As for the desired effect, Mo Zhen had no idea. It was only during her discussion with Fang Yang that night that she realized being a director was not an easy task, as it involved far too many factors.

Originally, I thought Fang Yang was a completely hands-off manager, leaving most of the work to himself and Mo Sang, with Fang Yang only responsible for filming. It should have been an easy job. But I didn't expect that being a director wasn't so easy. I remembered that I often found Fang Yang's room lights out very late. At the time, I thought Fang Yang was writing a novel. Now, after Fang Yang mentioned it, I realized that he was checking for omissions and filling in gaps, designing the next day's filming ideas!

"President Fang, I misunderstood you. I used to invite you out to dinner often, but you never went. I thought you didn't want to go. Now I realize how hard you work. Indeed, behind every successful person, there is no shortage of diligent work."