Looking at the red walls and golden tiles in front of him, the ancient-style building that exuded extravagance and luxury, Xiao He opened his mouth slightly.
ah?
It's clear that the production team has toned it down somewhat.
They only changed a few of the more important buildings to red lacquer and gold tiles. Not only were all the pillars in the corridors replaced with a low-key and restrained vermilion, but even the upturned eaves outside the houses were forced to be covered with a layer of gold paint. The whole building shone brightly under the sunlight—a color and decoration that ordinary noble families could never change in their entire lives.
No wonder the production assistant just told them that the crew paid a large sum of money in compensation.
Such decorations are rarely used by normal film crews—because they symbolize imperial power.
When it comes to red walls and golden tiles, the most representative building must be the Forbidden City in Beijing. It is a symbol of the imperial family, representing absolute authority and solemnity. If an ordinary noble family dared to use this color scheme for decoration, it would be considered an overstepping of authority, a capital offense, no different from wearing a dragon robe on the street, courting death.
In a typical storyline, this decoration would certainly not be appropriate. However, considering the various metaphors and hints in the plot, Chiba Manor, as the only one that can remain detached from the martial arts world, becoming a neutral force, and possessing the most wealth in the world, is worthy of such décor.
"Imperial power is not seen in the martial world, yet imperial power has never left the martial world." — This is the uniqueness of Qianye Manor.
Xiao He sniffed the lingering smell of paint in the air and clicked his tongue slightly: "Your production team really goes all out."
However, upon hearing Xiao He's words, the stagehand's expression turned somewhat wry: "Yes, indeed."
Liu Rulan sensed the host's bitterness and gave the young man a meaningful look, but ultimately did not ask him anything.
With the guide leading the way, the group finally saw the director of their film crew.
Surprisingly, their director is now making a phone call with a long face.
"Mr. Xiao, it really wasn't my fault! How could this machine just break down like that? I got it from Lao Mi! I haven't been able to eat or sleep properly these past few days. The thought of having to turn it on soon, and then having to use that broken machine to create your work, makes me feel so guilty..."
"Or you could let me go instead! I'm so sorry, I'd rather die than betray you all—"
Everyone: ...
Xiao He: ?
Huh? They're changing directors as soon as they arrive on set?
The production assistant, however, was already used to it. After signaling everyone to wait where they were, he turned and left. Liu Rulan, on the other hand, saw through everything and stood aside with her arms crossed, watching the director's antics.
"Okay, okay, I got it. Thank you, Mr. Xiao. You're my savior and our crew's lucky star!"
After hearing something over there, the man, who had been wailing, immediately stopped crying and thanked them with a smile, "Okay, don't worry, this is definitely the last time! I'll replace this broken machine right away and get you the best and most advanced equipment!"
"Okay, okay, goodbye Mr. Xiao."
Only after hanging up the phone did the man see Xiao He and Liu Rulan in the distance.
"Oh, you've arrived! Sorry to keep you waiting, please make yourselves at home!"
The man was of medium height and thin. He wore a pair of worn-out gold-rimmed glasses and looked rather malnourished and frail, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Xiao He was afraid that if he made a big move, he would be thrown out, so he carefully shook hands with the other party: "Hello, Director Deng, hello, Director Deng."
The man in front of me is Deng Lei, the director and screenwriter of "The Legend of Chasing the Wind".
Deng Lei has been deeply involved in the historical drama industry for many years, producing a lot of works, including hits and terrible ones. He once managed to turn an unknown flop into a hit drama, and he also turned a big IP adaptation into a complete mess. He is truly a player whose performance is extremely inconsistent, sometimes a god and sometimes a demon.
Xiao He was a little flustered when he first heard about this kind of director.
After all, no one knows what kind of film a director with an inconsistent track record will ultimately produce.
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