Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 47 Preview
After two months of hard work, the final cut was made and "The Dark Side" was completed, including the advertising version of Zhang Zemin.

Work completed.

Wu Chen slumped in the chair in the editing room, looking up at the ceiling, rubbing his temples, and muttering, "It's so fucking tiring to work alone, and I'm still doing this for the next part. I'm a dog!

He complained, but his eyes were burning with excitement.

He grabbed his phone and called Mu Deyuan: "Teacher, it's done!"

Mu Deyuan said with relief, "Okay, let's take a break for two days. I'll discuss with Principal Zhang when to preview the finished product."

He was also happy for Wu Chen. From the beginning of the project to the completion of fine editing, from nothing to something, Wu Chen's efforts were well known. Even if this film failed, Wu Chen would surely achieve great success in the future.

Wu Chen grinned: "Okay, teacher!"

After hanging up the phone, I stood up and twisted my neck. The excitement began to fade away and I felt tired.

When he returned to the dormitory, Wu Chen didn't even bother to say hello. He fell asleep immediately and didn't eat dinner. He didn't wake up until noon the next day, when he stretched and yawned.

"Oh my god, Brother Chen, you're finally awake." Xiang Zhuo and the others gathered around Wu Chen's bed. "I almost thought you were going to die, but luckily you're breathing."

"Get lost, you're the one who's mad."

Wu Chen slapped the hands of several people away in disgust.

"I brought you lunch, do you want to eat?"

It was Park Song-il who spoke sensibly and handed over the packed lunch.

Wu Chen's stomach suddenly started to growl.

"Eat, wait for me to brush my teeth."

A new day starts at noon.

Wu Chen ate while checking the messages on his phone.

Mu Deyuan made two phone calls, but probably because Wu Chen didn't answer, he just sent text messages instead.

"Well, the lineup is quite luxurious, but there are not many people." Wu Chen looked at the invitation list for the preview, including the dean, vice dean, director of the directing department, dean and director of the acting department, and professors of the photography department.

This list gave Wu Chen the feeling that Mu Deyuan was full of confidence and not at all false.

If the screening room wasn't big enough to accommodate so many people, it would have been too crowded and the number of people on the list might have been several times longer.

The time was set for the evening three days later, and as for the others, Wu Chen would decide for himself.

The leading actors must be invited. Whether they come or not is one thing, and whether they are invited or not is another.

Wu Chen called Zu Feng and the others directly.

Unfortunately, apart from the male lead, the two female leads are each busy with their own affairs.

Dong Xuan was busy with her work, while Hu Jing had joined the crew of "Dragon Ball in the Demonic World", so they were running out of time.

Wu Chen naturally did not forget Wang Jinsong and specially invited him.

Of course, Wu Chen also did not forget Zhang Zemin, who made an indispensable contribution to this film. He made a special trip to call him to inform him that the film was completed.

This shows respect for advertisers and is also an attitude, rather than just throwing up your hands and saying it has nothing to do with you after you get the money.

But among the people invited, the one who felt the most regretful was Liu Yifei.

When Liu Yifei went to the editing room a few days ago, she vowed that she wanted to participate in the preview. However, she is now on the way to audition for the role of Xiaolongnu, and it is impossible for her to come back. She can only miss it regretfully.

"It's okay, Senior Sister, there will be another chance later." Wu Chen looked at Liu Yifei's series of crying emojis and said a comforting word. Liu Yifei pouted and typed "You don't understand", hesitated for a moment, deleted it, and replied with two words: "Okay."

May 6th, evening.

The lights in the Beijing Film Academy's screening room were bright and the atmosphere was subtle. Except for President Zhang Huijun and Vice President Xie Xiaojing, everyone else was in place.

Looking at Wu Chen who was preparing for the screening on the stage, Cui Xinqin, who had a vague memory, finally came back to her senses, with a flash of regret in her eyes.

"Why, it's a shame to see that such a promising young talent isn't in the acting department?" Wang Jinsong jokingly said, "Why don't you talk to Old Mu and get Wu Chen transferred to another department?"

"Come on, I don't dare to make this request." Cui Xinqin shook her head and waved her hands when she heard this.

Mu Deyuan, who had sharp ears, looked over immediately.

"Don't worry, Lao Mu, I can't even steal your photography department's treasure away. Not to mention me, I can't steal your directing department's treasure away either."

Seeing this, Cui Xinqin added a sentence.

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting in the front, suddenly changed his expression. Cui Xinqin was bringing up all sorts of issues, probably doing it on purpose.

"That's right!" Mu Deyuan nodded with satisfaction.

"As for Wu Chen, the thing I admire most is that he doesn't turn his arm outward. At least he's still thinking about his family. Oh, it doesn't seem like..."

Cui Xinqin was thinking of taking this opportunity to point out some "bad" selection practices.

At this moment, the dean of the Academy, Chen Yi, coughed lightly, which made Cui Xinqin stop and not continue.

But everyone sitting here is a smart person, with words on their lips and curses in their hearts.

Mu Deyuan inexplicably felt that the scope of this sentence seemed a bit too broad, an indiscriminate attack?
Tian Zhuangzhuang felt that he could no longer stay in this shabby place.

With the smug Mu Deyuan in front of him and the sarcastic Cui Xinqin behind him, he was simply at his wit's end. Why did he accept the invitation from that bastard Mu Deyuan? He was just looking for trouble.

Just at this moment, Dean Zhang Huijun and Vice Dean Xie Xiaojing walked in, which made Tian Zhuangzhuang breathe a sigh of relief.

Well, I'm not without help. At least Xie Xiaojing is a directing major.

Of course, in addition to the heavyweights of the school, there were also some little Karamis. For example, Park Song-il and Zhou Yiwei sat quietly in the last row, several rows away from the front rows, for fear of hearing something they shouldn't hear.

"It's over. I feel like I heard a secret. I hope I won't be silenced." Xiang Zhuo trembled and whispered to a few people.

"That shouldn't be the case. We just wanted to show our support, but we didn't expect so many big shots to come. If I had known, I wouldn't have come." Park Song-il wanted to cry but had no tears. For a moment, he didn't ask about the serious trouble caused.

"Calm down." Chu Tianshu looked calm and composed.

"Tianshu, I would believe you if your legs didn't shake." Xiang Zhuo rolled his eyes.

Zhou Yiwei and Zu Feng on the side were laughing secretly. Wu Chen and his roommates were still as interesting as ever.

"Okay, teachers, the preview begins." Wu Chen cleared his throat, the lights dimmed, the screen lit up, and the title of "The Dark Side" slowly appeared.

The low string music surges like an undercurrent, and the camera cuts to Zu Feng's cold eyes searching for clues. Parallel montage then unfolds - the ambiguous light and shadow of Hu Jing wiping her back in the bathroom, and Dong Xuan's broken expression staring at the one-way mirror in the secret room. The three lines are intertwined, and suspense begins to arise.

The audience held their breath.

Tian Zhuangzhuang frowned slightly: This kid, how did he learn montage? He is so skilled.
Mu Deyuan took the opportunity to secretly glance at everyone. Seeing that they were all frowning and staring at the screen, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

"What a shame, I can't see their expressions. I really want to see what Lao Tian, ​​Lao Xie, and Lao Zhang are like right now."

Mu Deyuan grinned happily, then immediately retracted his expression and looked at the screen.

The film progresses, and cross-montage ignites the climax
(End of this chapter)