Even at 5 p.m. in August, the Jiangnan region was still scorching hot. The trees along the roadside were not yet fully grown, so there was nowhere to find shade. Chen Chen and his two companions seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of weather. After enthusiastically returning to the office to collect all the necessary supplies, they led Fang Yang toward the riverbank.
The seemingly short distance took the four of them more than half an hour to walk. By the time they reached the riverbank, Fang Yang was already drenched in sweat. Even the sports shorts and t-shirt he had just changed into before leaving the house could not completely ward off the last bit of heat of the day.
Chen Chen and his two companions were already used to this. They led Fang Yang to the exclusive fishing spot designed at the river mouth. There was a large iron gate at the entrance, blocking all anglers who wanted to go down and grab the best spot. As Chen Chen opened the gate, he said to Fang Yang, "See this? This is our VIP spot. It's definitely the best fishing spot here. The gate on the other side is managed by Lao Zhou. Actually, let me tell you, the spot here is better than the one over there!"
Fang Yang surveyed the spot Chen Chen had described as the best fishing spot: a crescent-shaped outer ring, less than fifty meters long and at least seven or eight meters wide, with railings along the riverbank. What was particularly surprising was that there were even rod holders built into the railings. Combined with the spaciousness, wasn't this spot specifically designed for catching big fish?
"You've put a lot of thought into this prime location. You must have consulted many people when you were building it, right?"
"We'll definitely look for one, it's just a side thing anyway. Besides, doing something convenient for ourselves is doing something convenient for others. If we have to ask someone to modify it later, wouldn't that be making things difficult for them?"
Fang Yang gave a thumbs up, "Thank you so much, you've thought of everything so thoroughly."
To Fang Yang's surprise, Chen Chen had a storage room dug out against the wall, where several people's fishing rods and other items were stuffed. There was even a row of bamboo reclining chairs standing against the wall!
The three of them skillfully brought out deck chairs, buckets, and fishing nets. Mo Zhen even asked Fang Yang, "Mr. Fang, what would you like to drink?"
It was only then that Fang Yang noticed a refrigerator in the corner, and several oxygenators next to it. "You guys are really well prepared. This must be your logistics base. I bet you've been fishing quite a bit!"
Mo Zhen chuckled, "As long as someone brings food, I can stay here for a month without any problem. Look, the bed, bathroom, and even air conditioning are all fully equipped. If you want to go night fishing, just turn on the spotlight at the door, and the fish will bite more easily."
Fang Yang shook his head, speechless at these fishing enthusiasts. He walked over, opened the refrigerator door, and found a bottle of carbonated drink among the beverages in the refrigerator. This stuff is even more refreshing in the hot summer.
Stepping out of the storage room, which was over twenty square meters in size, Mo Sang and Chen Chen had already made all the preparations. Four sea rods capable of catching fish weighing a hundred pounds each had been assembled. Small sea shrimp, which they had bought from somewhere, were poured into a small bucket; this would be their bait for the day.
It was the time when the sun was shining brightly in the west, and the wall behind us blocked the sunlight completely. A cool breeze was blowing from the river, making this place a rare cool spot. Even in the sweltering heat, it was a shady haven.
"This place is great, it's warm in winter and cool in summer, it's definitely a good place for fishing."
"I wasn't lying to you, was I? Back when this place was still under construction, I felt it was a good spot, especially suitable for fishing after get off work in the afternoon. Look at this hot weather, you don't even need to wear a hat or anything to fish here, it's simply a natural fishing paradise!"
Seeing Chen Chen's smug expression, Fang Yang shook his head, took out a small shrimp and hooked it on the fishing hook. Chen Chen had chosen a spot near the estuary for Fang Yang, cast the hook into the estuary, and Fang Yang inserted the fishing rod into the fishing tube. He then sat back on the recliner. The fishing rod had a bell on it, which would ring once a fish took the bite, saving him the trouble of watching the fishing rod.
He grabbed his drink and took a swig before turning to Mo Zhen beside him and asking, "How does it feel to direct a TV series yourself?"
Mo Zhen inserted the fishing rod into the fishing tube. "If I had to describe my feelings, the biggest one would be the sense of responsibility that I feel like I'm walking on thin ice. Mr. Fang, you trust me so much, and I'm afraid of letting you down. That's why I often have trouble sleeping at night, repeatedly reviewing the script and striving to make it as perfect as possible."
"Yes, you have this intention, which means you've already entered the field. As the soul of the entire TV series, the director's biggest responsibility is to perfectly build the designed blueprint. This is the director's responsibility and the meaning of the director's existence! Whether the blueprint is good or not is not the director's fault, but if you are given a good blueprint and you can't build it, then that's a problem with your level. So it's right to frequently study the script. Only when you thoroughly understand the script will you be qualified to guide the actors. It's difficult to be a good director, and it's even more difficult to be a great director!"
Mo Zhen nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Fang. I will remember your words."
Fang Yang smiled slightly. Mo Zhen was a smart person with a humble heart. Fang Yang was not stingy in teaching him. A gentleman strives for self-improvement. As long as Mo Zhen was willing to improve, Fang Yang had a way to use resources to turn Mo Zhen into a great director.
"I happen to have a movie script I wrote a while ago, called 'Crazy Stone.' It's a low-budget comedy film, perfect for you to test the waters!"
Mo Zhen shuddered at Fang Yang's smiling face. It seemed like he was about to sell someone out and then make them count the money. "Mr. Fang, what kind of stone can drive someone crazy?"
"Haven't you heard of a stone that can transform heaven with one cut, hell with another, and pierce through burlap with yet another?"
Mo Zhen thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind of stone was so magical that it even had such a magical explanation!
"That's rough stone gambling! Do you know jadeite? It's obtained through rough stone gambling."
Mo Sang, who was standing nearby, reminded him.
"Brother, how do you know about jade gambling?"
"I've heard from friends that countless people become rich overnight through jade gambling, while many others go bankrupt, and quite a few even commit suicide because they can't take it anymore. So, it's like cutting through burlap with a single knife!"
Mo Sang couldn't help but turn pale when he recalled his friend telling him about it. "Once you get hooked on this stuff, it's like being addicted to drugs. You always want to gamble, dreaming of getting rich overnight and living the life of a tycoon. Little do you know that even if that day comes, you'll eventually lose it all!"
Fang Yang laughed and said, "This movie starts with this stone. These people will do anything to steal and rob this stone. Who knows if fortune or misfortune is intertwined and wealth is predestined? Don't force what isn't yours. The only right way is to work hard to make money!"
Chen Chen laughed and said, "Sang Shen, since President Fang has given it to you, you should go and film it. Now is not the time to enjoy yourself. It's a low-budget film, and I believe it won't take long. Besides, it's a comedy. The company has plenty of actors, so there's no need to hire from outside. Just pick some from the artist department, and we can assemble a crew in a few days!"
Fang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he found Chen Chen's words amusing. He smiled at Mo Zhen and said, "Don't underestimate low-budget films. If they're well-made, they can still tap into a market worth billions. Let's film in Chongqing this time. The hot pot there is absolutely delicious!"
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