Huayu: This producer has no bottom line.

Will this angle be suitable for Chapter 42?

The next day, the film crew rented a conference room from Soho Property.

The lighting is very poor, which saves the trouble of shading it off.

All the warm lights in the room were turned off and replaced with cool sidelights.

Today's task is to film the second episode of "Report to the Boss"—"The Sound of the Wind".

The most memorable part of the original version is, of course, the scene in the interrogation room.

The story is moved to "Report to the Boss," where the boss sets a trap, calling everyone together for a meeting, actually to expose the traitors in the company who are secretly doing private work, taking kickbacks, and issuing false invoices.

Da Peng arrived half an hour earlier than Ren Pingsheng.

He sported a slicked-back hairstyle and a printed shirt, and when he stood at the conference room door, Qiao San glanced at him and chuckled.

"Are you here to film a movie or to collect debts, dressed like that?"

"What do you know?" Da Peng touched the chain, looked around, and asked, "Hasn't my junior sister arrived yet?"

Qiao San shook his head.

Da Peng then started urging Bai Ke.

"You two, tell me the truth, what's that girl like?"

Bai Ke glanced at Xiao Ai and said vaguely, "It's... fine."

Then he lowered his head and focused on flipping through the script.

"What do you mean by 'pretty good'?" Da Peng pressed Xiao Ai, "How does it compare to Aoi Sora?"

"The styles are different..." Xiao Ai said honestly.

Da Peng pressed further, "What about Baby?"

Xiao Ai stuffed a cookie into her mouth, avoiding his gaze, "...Each has its own merits."

"You two have turned such a simple question into a college entrance exam essay," Da Peng stood up and paced back and forth, hands behind his back. "Is it that hard to say if it's good or bad?"

Qiao San chimed in, "Yeah, what's there to be ashamed of? Director Ren might not have made a mistake this time, right?"

"They're still in college," Bai Ke said, speaking up for Ni Ni. "Both Aoi Sora and Baby have been in the industry for several years; how can you compare them?"

"Alright, you two stop talking," Zhang Yibo poked his head out of the equipment box. "You'll see in a bit. I trust Director Ren's judgment."

Dapeng snorted dismissively and leaned back against the door.

When the door opened, Ren Pingsheng walked in front, with Ni Ni and Zhou Zhanyan following behind.

Ni Ni wore a plain dark coat today, her hair was casually tied up, and she looked like she had applied a layer of sunscreen before going out.

Standing next to Ren Pingsheng, there's nothing particularly outstanding about her, but given her height, she definitely looks different from Aoi Sora and Angelababy.

But Da Peng felt something was missing. He politely greeted her and walked back to Qiao San's side.

After Ni Ni went to get her makeup done with the makeup artist, Da Peng approached Ren Pingsheng and asked in a low voice, "Is this the person you went all the way here to find?"

Ren Pingsheng ignored him.

"No, I was just asking casually," Da Peng gestured, "Tell me about presence. Zhou Xun can command the entire room from the moment she steps in, Li Bing is someone you can look at at a glance... but she doesn't quite have that alluring charm we're looking for, does she?"

"I even went to Ruifuxiang to order a cheongsam for her," Qiao San added from behind.

"We'll talk after you're done with the makeup and styling." Ren Pingsheng picked up the camera bag and handed it to Zhang Yibo, finally replying with a single sentence.

Ren Pingsheng kept a close eye on the matter of makeup.

He pushed over the reference drawing, which he had drawn himself. The position of the brow peak and the direction of the arc were drawn simply but clearly.

"For this eyebrow shape, the arch should be slightly raised, but not too high. The highest point should not extend beyond the outer edge of the pupil. The color should be light at the beginning of the eyebrow and darken towards the end. It should have a hair-like texture and not be drawn as a straight line."

The makeup artist looked at the picture, then at Ni Ni's natural eyebrows, and said, "Her eyebrows are naturally quite close together; I'll trim them a little..."

"Trim it, but keep the arch, don't make it a flat eyebrow."

Zhou Zhanyan sat in the corner, his eyes shifting between Ren Pingsheng and the makeup artist, finally settling on Ni Ni's face. He asked in a low voice, "Does he know anything about these things?"

Ni Ni did not answer her.

"I was just curious," Zhou Zhanyan said, having made a fool of himself, and had no choice but to shut up and sit down as a human cameraman.

After the eyebrows, the foundation is applied. Ren Pingsheng also gave his opinion on the contouring technique: reduce the jawline and highlight the bridge of the nose.

He described his eye makeup in two words: "cool and aloof." The makeup artist understood immediately, so the eyeliner wasn't extended, but the depth at the outer corner of the eye was emphasized.

Throughout the entire process, Ni Ni sat there without moving, occasionally glancing at Ren Pingsheng in the mirror without saying a word.

After she changed into a cheongsam, when she walked out from behind the curtain, Zhou Zhanyan immediately stood up from his chair.

She could hardly believe that the woman in front of her, with her delicate features, fiery red lips, and every move exuding a fatal allure, was her roommate of three years.

"I've known you for almost four years, and I never knew you looked like this!"

Ni Ni didn't answer, because she herself didn't know.

Bone structure is something that is concealed when you're not wearing makeup, but when you wear the right makeup, it will show through from under your skin.

The proportions of the three sections of the face, the blank space in the face shape, the shoulder line that supports the cheongsam, and the charm brought out by the deepened stroke at the outer corner of the eye.

Hearing the noise, Dapeng looked up and met the gaze. The dictionaries in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Qiao San bent down to pick it up for him, put the notebook back in his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You just said it wasn't mature enough?"

Dapeng swallowed hard, speechless for a long time.

Ren Pingsheng stood beside the camera, looking at the "finished product" in front of him, and nodded to himself.

He is indeed lacking in physique. Without the two years of special training from Zhang Yimou, he doesn't yet possess the charm that comes with every sway and sway.

This time, however, he only needs to make a cameo appearance in a few fixed shots, without any complicated movement or lines.

enough.

The rest can be filled in by shooting techniques and post-production editing.

After confirming the lighting setup, Ren Pingsheng began arranging the camera positions.

Here he made a decision unlike any other: three cameras were set up in the conference room.

A fixed camera is positioned in front of Ni Ni, aimed at his upper body on the conference table.

Then he had Zhang Yibo set up the second camera diagonally behind Ni Ni, at a low angle, shooting upwards, at her calves that were faintly visible under the slit of her cheongsam as she hid behind the conference table.

There's another one, in Zhang Yibo's hands, circling around her, waiting for its chance to strike.

Ni Ni sat in the chair, his palms sweating profusely from the commotion.

She wasn't unfamiliar with cameras, but she had never been hunted like this before.

Especially the one near her feet that was almost touching the ground, she brought her legs together and subconsciously tugged at the hem of her cheongsam, afraid that she might expose herself.

"Director Ren," her voice was steady, but Ren Pingsheng noticed that her hand hadn't loosened its grip on her skirt. "This camera," she gestured with her chin to the one beside her feet, "from this angle, wouldn't it be...?"

"Won't."

"..."

"I just tested the camera position," Ren Pingsheng walked over and squatted down to confirm the angle of the camera. "This one is for shooting your back and the outline of your cheongsam. The lens only goes up to your calves. This angle won't capture it."

Ni Ni glanced down, but her hand still didn't completely let go of the hem of her skirt.

"Alright," Ren Pingsheng stood up, "Stop talking nonsense, or you'll give yourself away."

Ni Ni took a deep breath, slowly released his hands, and placed them back on his knees, trying his best not to look at the camera.

She could only clench her fists tightly, bite her lip, and stare ahead with a tense yet stubborn look.

"Good! That's the look! Hold on!"

Ren Pingsheng's voice came from behind the monitor.

That's exactly what he wanted—a humiliating, barbed resistance!

"3.2.1, Action!"