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Chapter 267, Scene 1 of "The Shawshank Redemption"!
The iron gate slowly opened at the entrance, and the two iron doors displayed their solemnity in silence.

A bus full of prisoners quietly drove in through the open doorway.

On both sides of the barbed wire fence stood some "re-education through labor veterans," their faces either beaming with excitement or revealing anticipation.

They pounded on the barbed wire fence, shouting and mocking the twenty-odd newcomers who had just gotten off the bus, displaying their arrogance.

All of this was meticulously planned by the captain of the guard.

In reality, it's simply to give these newcomers a taste of what's what and let them understand the rules here.

Shawshank, his hands and feet bound by heavy chains, lowered his head and slowly stepped off the bus.

Faced with the seemingly crazed "old men" outside the barbed wire fence, Shawshank was clearly not yet fully accustomed to the environment. He could only silently follow the guards' directions, walking inward like a soulless shell. Hmm.

Not far away, Old Deng was busy preparing a bet – “who will cry first.”

He accepted the "betting cigarette" offered by his fellow inmate and observed everything expressionlessly.

For Lao Deng, who has spent decades here, such scenes are commonplace, as natural as eating and drinking, leaving him completely unmoved.

"I bet on the tall, slender guy in the sharp suit," Old Deng said with a smile, making his choice.

His gaze then turned to Shawshank in the crowd, the prisoner who hadn't yet changed out of his suit.

He said casually, "I admit, I didn't have much of a feeling when I first met Shawshank. He looked frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. That was my initial impression of him."

Meanwhile, Lawrence, script in hand, quietly watched Lao Song, waiting for the background music that should be playing at this moment.

Just then, a crisp "click" sound echoed in the air.

With a light laugh, he tapped the microphone and announced, "First rule, passed!"

Applause erupted, skillful and enthusiastic.

Simon Yam, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but say, "If I were to act in this role, I don't think I could portray Director Song's acting skills as well."

"Why do you say that?" the others asked curiously.

Simon Yam continued to explain: "We haven't filmed the previous scenes yet, but according to the script, Director Song has just lost his beloved wife and was wrongly accused of murder. After going through the court verdict, he hasn't even changed his clothes yet, so his physical strength should have been exhausted. Therefore, while showing grief, helplessness, and confusion, his body showed a state of extreme fatigue. Didn't you notice that before this, Director Song went outside and ran five or six kilometers before coming back to film?"

"Indeed, Director Song's acting skills are really good!"

At this moment, Song Hao said something.

"All departments, get ready! Let's shoot another take!"

"Action!"

As the command was given, the prisoners outside the fence once again enthusiastically followed the extras and rushed towards the barbed wire.

For them, participating in this kind of filming activity is much easier and more fun than ordinary labor reform.

However, in a corner out of the camera's view, several young prisoners watched Song Hao's performance, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. They were about the same age as Song Hao, but at this moment they could only "luckily" steal a moment of leisure here.

Song Hao, however, was like a god, controlling the rhythm of the entire production crew.

So, amidst the chorus of shouts, the voices of several young people unconsciously lowered.

One of them remarked, "When I first came here, I was reading Song Hao's 'All or Nothing' in an internet cafe... I remember that at first, everyone on the internet was criticizing him, but then everyone went silent."

"You've been in here for so long, and you still don't know? Director Li's new film, 'The Wandering Earth,' is going to rival Hollywood blockbusters in Asia! Just thinking about it is exhilarating!"

"Wow, that's amazing! I remember that our country's films used to be completely overshadowed by others."

"That's nothing. Let me tell you, Director Li's later films, Avatar and Titanic, swept the global box office! It's just a pity that I didn't see the final box office data before... I came in."

"Xiaolin, didn't you just join us a few days ago? How are you doing? Tell us about it!"

All eyes were on the new "rookie" Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu trembled slightly, sighed softly, and said, "His latest movie is called 'Pandora'... I saw it, it was absolutely amazing, like entering a completely new world. I heard from people online that this movie has revolutionized the global movie-watching experience!"

"What about the box office?" someone asked curiously.

"The box office... has already topped the global box office charts," Xiao Wu replied.

"Hiss—" Everyone gasped.

"really?"

"Is it the highest-grossing film worldwide? Not domestically or in Asia?"

This sudden news shocked the young people.

For them, who are isolated from the outside world, these "freedom" matters are things they neither want to ask nor dare to ask about in normal times.

While the group was still in a daze, the old man beside them impatiently urged, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and listen to my orders! Do you want to go and do some work?"

The group was stunned for a moment, then came to their senses and, filled with resentment, disappointment, longing, frustration, and regret, began to shout with all their might.

"Hey, newbie!"

"Are you ready to experience the taste of hell?"

"Haha, look here, the new guy!"

Song Hao's ears twitched slightly, and his gaze turned to the group of young people on the other side of the barbed wire fence.

A dozen seconds later, Shawshank, with faltering steps, cautious and sorrowful, followed the crowd into the house.

Seeing this, the assistant director raised the director's microphone without hesitation and loudly announced, "Act One, Scene One, Agreed!"

(End of this chapter)