Entertainment 1994: The Great Director Starts with a Private Photoshoot!

The year was 1994, back when the soundstages of Changchun Film Studio had yet to fall into disrepair. Inside one of them stood a woman draped in nothing but a thin layer of gauze, her face burning with shame and indignation. Softened by the reflection of a giant butterfly board, the Rembrandt lighting traced the breathtaking curves of her figure. Her name was Liu Xiaoli—a dancer, thirty-six years old, divorced and raising a child on her own. The young man in the scene fared far worse. Even as the studio's security officers pressed his head against the floor, he kept his Hasselblad camera held high, unable to bear letting a single speck of dust touch the precious device. Don't ask—it was rented, and it was worth more to him than one of his own kidneys. His name was Tong Shuo: a man who had braved the Oscars, claimed honors at Venice, weathered life inside state-owned enterprises, and fought his way through the rise and fall of the business world—iron bones, a man of unbreakable steel! "No, no, no—this isn't lust at first sight! I am simply devoted to Eastern aesthetics!" "Yes, exactly—the Xianxia universe!" "Whether it's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio brought to life through composited shots, Shushan constructed inside LED virtual soundstages, or the Investiture of the Gods series nurtured on a self-developed AI rendering platform..." "I'm going to show every last one of you what the ultimate Eastern aesthetics truly looks like!" Note from the author: To serve the needs of the story, certain details—such as characters' ages—may be appropriately adjusted from reality. We kindly ask for readers' understanding.