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Chapter 209 Hurry up and apologize to your sister.

However, it wasn't long before Ning Xingyao realized that her worries were completely unnecessary—because the day after she kindly reminded Xie Qing, the "Immortal Path" production team quietly completed the director change.

Arriving at the film set early in the morning, Ning Xingyao heard someone cursing and cursing from afar. When she got closer, she found that it was Lu Sang, a renowned genius director in the international film industry.

She stood there stunned, almost thinking she had wandered into the wrong film set. She waved over a production assistant and asked, "What's going on? Why is Director Lu on our set?"

The production assistant looked around and leaned closer mysteriously, "I heard... that Director Zheng offended the investors and was replaced overnight."

After saying that, he made a throat-slitting gesture.

"That's it..."

Ning Xingyao nodded thoughtfully. After the stagehand left, her assistant exclaimed excitedly, "Sister Ning, haven't you always wanted to work with Director Lu? We've hit the jackpot this time!"

"They were really lucky..."

After all, Lu Sang's reputation as a genius director is well-deserved; every film he makes is a masterpiece, and he wins countless awards every year, far surpassing Zheng Xiao's abilities.

Ning Xingyao has been in the industry for ten years and has always wanted to work with the other party—but each time, either the scheduling conflict caused her to miss the audition, or the character's temperament did not match hers, so she has never been able to fulfill her wish.

But this time, they succeeded without losing a single soldier; it was like a dream.

Although she had doubts about Zheng Xiao's inexplicable replacement, especially considering the reminder from last night, she suspected that it might be related to Xie Qing.

But at this moment, the joy of being able to participate in Lu Sang's work overshadowed all doubts.

Ning Xingyao stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist, thinking that it was fine to change it—that hypocritical scoundrel should have been dealt with long ago.

"but……"

The assistant suddenly tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Sister Ning, Director Lu seems to have a... bit of a temper..."

It's not just bad there, it's practically a walking, active volcano.

Ning Xingyao and her assistant stood under the ancient-style corridor, watching helplessly as this international director berated three prop masters and two script supervisors to tears in half an hour. Even an orange cat passing by, yawning, was glared at by him and ran away with its fur standing on end.

To understand why Lu Sang was so irritable today, we have to go back two days—he had just finished a three-month-long work marathon and was preparing to take a break and spend time with his wife when a phone call came from the capitalist Huo, and he was "dragged" to direct a film.

He was happy to come, but once he arrived at the film set, he found that the set was cheap and makeshift, the props looked like they came from a street stall, and the set construction was rough... nothing about it suited his taste.

The pent-up discontent was instantly ignited, and people started cursing the heavens, the earth, and even the air early in the morning. They cursed for almost an hour and still hadn't stopped.

When Xie Qing stepped into the film crew, she could hear Lu Sang's signature loud voice echoing across the set from afar.

He wasn't surprised by Lu Sang's sudden appearance on set—after all, his phone had been bombarded with Lu Sang's messages since he opened his eyes in the morning.

The core message conveyed in the sixty-second audio barrage filling the screen was: "[Zheng Xiao is fired! I've been dragged here by your man to be your director! My vacation is ruined!!!]"

This was indeed Huo Yunting's style of doing things. Xie Qing recalled that last night he had only mentioned Zheng Xiao's overstepping behavior, and this morning the director had become Lu Sang—extremely efficient.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with replacing Zheng Xiao. Even if the other party hadn't had time to do anything yet, it was better to nip the potential threat in the bud than to wait for the damage to happen and then try to fix it.

If we were to name the only "victim" in this casting controversy, it would probably be Lu Sang—not only was his carefully planned vacation ruined, but he was also "coerced" into coming over to direct a scene. No wonder the other party was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

"Road guide."

Xie Qing walked over to the monitor and handed her a cup of hot coffee. "Calm down."

"Are you possessed by a ghost!?"

Lu Sang looked at Xie Qing with a bewildered expression, as if the sun had risen in the west. "Why are you being so attentive all of a sudden? Could you have poisoned the coffee?"

The two have already collaborated on two films and have a very close personal relationship, joking around without any reservations.

"Wouldn't this ruin your holiday? Forget about it."

Xie made a gesture as if to retract his hand.

"Who said I don't want it anymore!"

Lu Sang snatched the coffee away with astonishing speed.

While inserting a straw, he said, "Who made my holiday go to waste? You have no patience at all."

Xie Qing, unusually, didn't retort, but instead nodded perfunctorily, "Mmm...you're right."

Seeing Xie Qing, who was usually sharp-tongued, unusually back down, Lu Sang's anger subsided considerably. He sipped his coffee contentedly, finally stopping his morning of tirade.

The entire crew looked at Xie Qing with the eyes of someone looking at a savior, their gazes extremely fervent, as if they were about to rush up and offer themselves to him at any moment.

Xie Qing silently took two steps back: There's really no need for that…

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Every director has their own shooting style. After Lu Sang joined the crew, he didn't like what Zheng Xiao shot at all and demanded that everything be reshot.

The filming of "The Immortal Path" had been going on for ten days. This order meant that all the hard work of the entire crew over the past ten days had been wasted, but no one dared to raise any objections.

After all, no one wants to mess with this director who is known in the industry as a "tyrant on set".

Fortunately, aside from his short temper and demanding nature, Lu Sang is quite good in other aspects. For example, he is generous and often treats the entire crew to meals out of his own pocket; he doesn't rush the schedule, rarely works overtime, and sometimes even leaves faster than others.

……

In the blink of an eye, the crew had been filming for over a month under Lu Sang's high standards.

On the eve of New Year's Day, Xie Qing, who had finished work early for once, was dragged to the company by her agent to shoot New Year's greetings, which were to be posted on Weibo at midnight.

After nearly two hours of fussing, Xie walked out of the company building, rubbing her sore neck.

The winter breeze carried a biting chill. He had just pulled his scarf up higher when suddenly three people jumped out and blocked his way.

"Thank you, Qing!"

A sharp, spoiled female voice rang out.

Chu Luo reacted quickly, stepping in front of Xie Qing to block him, watching the newcomer warily.

Xie Qing looked at the other person's sun-spotted, dark face and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "You are...?"

The woman's expression immediately changed, and she turned to the couple in their sixties behind her in a sarcastic tone, saying, "Mom and Dad, look at this ingrate! He doesn't even recognize his own sister anymore!"

"I was wondering why he didn't come home for the Chinese New Year last year or send money home. Turns out he's become a big star and has money now, so he thinks he can just get rid of us poor relatives!"

An old woman in a faded cotton-padded coat immediately chimed in, her wrinkles revealing deep meanness, "You heartless thing! If we hadn't raised you all these years, would you be where you are today?"

The withered fingers almost poked Xie Qing's face. "Hurry up and apologize to your sister!"

The old man stood silently to the side, his cloudy eyes constantly scrutinizing Xie Qing's clothes, a calculating look flickering in his eyes.