Reborn with Consumption System

The final wedding scene, was quite difficult to shoot.

Sister Ting’s performance was spot on; on the contrary, today she was practically magical, delivering whatever emotions were needed.

Simple happiness, right?

Happiness with a touch of sentimentality?

Happiness with sentimentality and a slight tinge of wistfulness?

On top of that, add some nostalgia for youthful times... is it hard to act?

But Sister Ting today managed to accurately showcase every emotion, as if she opened an unbelievable gateway.

However... Zhong Hanliang ran out of luck.

Liu Junjie was frustrated with him.

"CUT!"

"The emotions are off, your reactions need to follow along, think about how Teacher Han showed it earlier!"

Zhong Hanliang quickly apologized, "Sorry director, I’ll prepare more thoroughly."

Soon after, Liu Junjie started ranting again.

"CUT! What’s on your mind? Can’t you smile a bit more joyfully? Are you going to a court for sentencing?!"

Directors often curse on set, but today Liu ’I want to change the lead actor’ Junjie was exceptionally harsh.

But everyone understood him.

After witnessing the genuine emotions from Han Lie and Guo Qingting, the current execution paled in comparison.

The atmosphere, chemistry, degree of involvement, the impact of lovers finally being together... all were lacking.

Gems before pebbles, left people uninterested.

Zhong Hanliang himself understood.

The gap was clear!

His mindset was right, and he tried his best using all his capabilities.

But the gap couldn’t be bridged merely by acting skills, which truly left him with no solution.

If Liu Junjie could also loosen the reins a bit, it would pass, the final product wouldn’t be unusable.

The audience hasn’t seen the peak performance of Actor Lie, there’s no preconceived notions or comparisons, they’d be equally excited.

However, Liu Junjie couldn’t let it go!

Any director with a bit of artistic pursuit, after seeing the best performance outcome, can’t accept anything less.

Some lousy films, pressured by investors, have to accept subpar actors; directors don’t curse then — everyone’s just working for a paycheck, going through the motions.

And so, they churn out something horribly cheap and rushed.

But "What and Why" isn’t that kind of film, the original is quite good, and now it’s even more refined.

This kept Old Liu with a stifling frustration he couldn’t shake off.

Thus, the unfortunate ones started overtime; even minor mistakes earned them severe scolding.

So everyone would cast resentful glances at Han Lie, leisurely enjoying melons from the director’s chair.

Teacher Han, you truly are culpable!

Later, Fang Ying couldn’t take it anymore — Liu Yingjun, as the director, neither controlling emotions nor the scene, was like a wronged spouse, meaning he had to step in to manage.

Rubbing his hands, putting on a smile, he approached Han Lie.

"Teacher Han, it seems like they’ll take awhile, we’ve got a room upstairs, how about going up for a round of Mahjong, relax and unwind?"

The meaning was clear — stop loitering around here!

Look at Xiao Liang, he’s become wooden from acting, his eyes lost their sparkle!

Han Lie raised his eyelids and casually glanced in the direction of Xiao Guan and Xiao Mi on set.

Then he pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, asking carelessly, "Who’s the best player in our group?"

Fang Ying answered decisively, "Xiao Guan! Teacher Han, don’t underestimate her youth, she’s truly a generation’s Mahjong master! Also Xiao Mi isn’t bad, super good luck, given the nickname ’Ghost Enemy’!"

"Oh, really that good?"

Han Lie finally stood up, nodded with his hands behind his back, "Then let’s go have a match."

After filming the next scene, he approached Sister Ting, full of apologies.

"Guarding here seemed to hinder the shoot too much, Old Liu is getting agitated, Old Fang was upset and dragged me upstairs for Mahjong..."

"You should go."

Sister Ting was understanding, gentle as water.

"Have fun, and don’t bother coming back down, I’ll find you when I’m done."

"Alright then, keep giving it your all, please apologize to Teacher Zhong for me."

"It’s not your fault!"

Sister Ting rolled her eyes and immediately played the defending wife, "He’s the one holding back, even with camera tricks, he’s all awkward, not your fault at all."

Han Lie pinched her nose, turned and headed upstairs.

Soon, Fang Ying brought two beauties up, to start playing.

— It was honest-to-goodness Mahjong, those with wandering thoughts should go face the wall!

Fang Ying knew how to manage things, lightly mentoring the two beauties in front of Han Lie.

"Be serious! President Han won’t mind losing pocket change, no need for concessions, give it your all so Han can have fun."

"Rest assured, there’s no parent-child sentiment at the table, Teacher Han won’t care, just don’t end up crying!"

The two beauties chirped away, playing without mercy but always coaxing Han Lie with sweet talk, though they played small, letting Han Lie win didn’t really excite them, but overall it was quite pleasant.

After two and a half rounds, Han Lie didn’t use his fifth-level gambling skills, merely relying on card memory and calculation, he won twelve thousand dollars.

Xiao Mi won overwhelmingly, aggressively, netting twenty-eight thousand dollars.

Mahjong isn’t primarily about skill, good luck is what counts the most.