"You wouldn't know if you've never lived in the countryside. After the late rice harvest, once the soil has dried a little, small holes will appear in the fields. These holes are the homes of loaches and eels, and you can find them every time you dig."

Fang Yang spoke slowly, as if recalling some past events, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about your childhood sweetheart?"

Noticing Fang Yang's odd behavior, Mo Sang didn't ask why he knew there were many loaches just by looking at the small holes in the field. Instead, he looked at Fang Yang with amusement.

"What childhood sweethearts? I was just thinking about some funny things from my childhood." Fang Yang, having come to his senses, didn't say anything more. After glancing at the field again, he said, "Let's go see the filming location first. We can't go down here for the time being; there's still a layer of mud and water in the ground."

Mo Sang glanced at the fields that still had a shallow layer of mud and water, thinking that they would be dried by the sun in a few days after the late rice harvest. He then turned and followed Fang Yang up the mountain.

After spending a day in the Thousand-Foot Valley, Fang Yang had seen all the filming locations. He even ate a simple lunch at a local farmhouse. He was extremely satisfied with the day's work. He had thought that since it was late autumn, the Thousand-Foot Valley might not be able to meet the filming requirements, but the unique environment of the valley actually met all his needs.

Back at the hotel, Fang Yang finally relaxed, brewed a pot of hot tea, and sat down to drink with Mo Sang. "This deep valley truly lives up to its reputation as a place of auspicious feng shui. It's amazing that we can still find such lush green grass at this time of year."

Mo Sang also slumped lazily in his seat. "That's right. I was planning to go to the south of Cangnan, where there should be scenery like this. I didn't expect to find it in this deep valley. It saved me a lot of trouble."

"This is a pleasant surprise!" Fang Yang said slowly as he sipped his tea. "After more than three months of filming, we are finally about to finish filming this TV series. Apart from a few initial setbacks, the filming process has been quite smooth."

Mo Sang nodded, "To be honest, filming these kinds of period dramas isn't that difficult. What we fear most is science fiction blockbusters. Right now, this area in China is almost silent. The lesson from the failure of 'National Fortress' last year was too heavy. I guess no one in China will dare to make them anymore."

Fang Yang recalled the scene of the final battle with "National Fortress" last year and couldn't help but laugh. "Actually, I had a feeling that 'National Fortress' was going to be bad as soon as it was shown. It was just a sci-fi blockbuster disguised as a movie to boost the popularity of traffic stars. Failure was expected. But after what you said, I really have the idea of ​​making a sci-fi blockbuster."

Fang Yang's words startled Mo Sang. "President Fang, please don't! Sci-fi blockbusters have huge budgets. If there are any losses, our company can't afford it."

Fang Yang rolled his eyes at Mo Sang. "Why are you in such a hurry? Even if we wanted to film it, we couldn't. The company headquarters isn't finished yet, and we don't have the energy to build a model right now. It will be at least the year after next when it's finished. However, we have a big movie to shoot in the first half of next year, which will probably cost several hundred million."

Mo Sang remembered that Fang Yang had mentioned this before, and asked in confusion, "What kind of movie are you going to shoot in the first half of next year? You've been keeping this a secret all along, can't you even tell me?"

Fang Yang shook his head, "It's not that I can't say, but it's not confirmed yet, so saying it wouldn't make a difference."

Mo Sang was speechless. Talking about something that hadn't even happened yet was just teasing people. "You just said you wanted to make a sci-fi blockbuster. There should be some progress on that by now, since you've already started thinking about building models."

"Well, you could say that. Haven't you read my novel? It's already two volumes long, each a story in itself. It's perfect for making into a movie or a TV series; it's going to be a huge IP."

Mo Sang's eyes narrowed. "You're not talking about 'Ghost Blows Out the Light,' are you? Building that model will cost a lot of money."

"We'll build it no matter how much it costs. We're building our own film and television base, and this is just the beginning. After filming is finished, it can be opened to the public for tourism. Maybe we can recoup our costs in no time."

Fang Yang lay comfortably in the chair, taking a rare moment of relaxation. "Eight movies, eight models. After they're built, maybe some film companies will want to rent our models. After all, there aren't any similar film bases in China yet, so we can be the first to benefit from this."

Hearing Fang Yang say this, Mo Sang also felt it was very promising. "So you already had this plan when you first started building the headquarters, to develop both a children's theme park and a film studio?"

Fang Yang nodded, "That's natural. The reason we moved out of Shanghai is because Shanghai can't get such a large piece of land. In every respect, Shanghai is still better than Xihu City, but without land, everything is in vain."

Mo Sang pinched his brow. "The problem is that this funding hole is too big. How many years will it take us to earn enough money to make up for it?"

Fang Yang laughed and said, "It's not like we'll build it all at once. Let's build the important buildings first, and then invest every year after that. Actually, once we get on track, the return on investment will be quite fast."

As Fang Yang and Mo Sang chatted, some noises began to come from the corridor outside, and conversations could be heard continuously. Fang Yang smiled and said, "Looks like the party's over."

Mo Sang's chair faced the door. Looking up, he saw crew members moving around outside. He glanced out the window and thought, "They're wrapping up early today."

"When shooting outdoor scenes, unless it's a night scene, we don't shoot very late."

Mo Sang thought about it and realized it was a problem with the lighting. This wasn't a film studio, so where would they get the electrical wires? If it affected the filming, the director would immediately stop filming.

Just then, Mo Zhen excitedly burst in from outside, carrying a monitor in her hand. Seeing the two of them drinking tea, she said happily, "You two seem to be in good spirits, still drinking tea at this hour!"

Mo Sang said irritably, "So you think we had nothing to do all day?"

Mo Zhen walked over and sat on an empty chair. She picked up a cup of hot tea that Fang Yang had just poured and, without caring whether it was too hot to drink, gulped it down in one go. "I didn't say that. I'm just really thirsty. I haven't had any water all afternoon, and my throat is almost blistered."

"Didn't the crew have water? It's not like it could possibly make you, the director, dry."

"Hey, the afternoon shoot was so exciting, I completely forgot about it."

Mo Zhen handed the monitor to Fang Yang, "I didn't expect these kids to have such a big burst of energy as soon as they arrived at the Thousand-Foot Valley. They've already completed two days' worth of tasks in just one day."

Fang Yang took the monitor from Mo Zhen, watched it carefully, and said with satisfaction, "Very good. It seems these young men and women have matured a bit. Several takes were completed in one take."

"That's right. If things continue like this, we can expect to finish filming early. We've been away for more than three months, and I bet everyone's a bit homesick. Now that we see hope, we've suddenly burst into action."