Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 692: The Coronation Ceremony! Xiao He Becomes Emperor!

But despite her wariness, Liu Rulan wasn't actually afraid of her."I told Shu Han to stay away from them during normal times. Don't you forget to remind your artist."

He Wenming reminded her.

"Pfft, I didn't even mention it."

Liu Rulan let out a dismissive snort of laughter. "If she can actually scheme against my little brat, then she's seen a ghost."

That mischievous kid Xiao He was usually pretty scatterbrained, like he never paid attention to anything and never took anything to heart.

But if something really came knocking at his door, he'd be sharper than anyone else.

"Haha, you sure have a lot of faith in him!"

He Wenming laughed out loud.

Liu Rulan didn't say anything more, just shifted her gaze back toward the set, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly. "Of course."

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"Action!"

With Director Chou's shout, the already fairly serious environment instantly went dead silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Xiao He, who had been waiting at the bottom of the steps for the shoot, also had a shift in his aura. When he lifted his eyes again, all traces of youth had faded from his gaze, leaving only the solemn dignity and cold authority befitting an emperor.

Right now, he was dressed in a black dragon robe. Golden silk hidden patterns shimmered with a deep luster under the lights, and a jade belt cinched his waist, accentuating his tall, straight figure while still carrying a trace of youthful vigor that hadn't completely faded.

When the camera in front swept quickly past him on the crane arm, this young emperor officially lifted his foot and began to ascend the stairs, his steps steady and deliberate as he walked toward the great hall. He let the hem of his dragon robe brush across the steps, silent yet imposing, as if every single step had been precisely calculated and was utterly beyond question.

At the same time, the ceremonial officers around began their chants, and from even further away came the majestic, muffled roar of drums. Even the clouds in the sky dared not drift freely in that moment, the entire sky a vast ocean of blue, perfectly setting off the blazing brilliance of the sun at the center—

This was a long tracking shot following Xiao He. As the camera followed him all the way to the dragon throne, the symbol of supreme authority, Xiao He didn't immediately sit down. Instead, he turned to face the crowd below, his gaze burning bright as he looked directly at the camera set up behind him.

In the frame, the young emperor possessed a face handsome enough to be striking, yet lacking nothing in aggression and majesty. His bearing was as tall and straight as a pine tree, his aura solitary and icy cold.

His eyes shifted slightly, sweeping across each person below the platform one by one. It was as if he were scrutinizing the crowd before him, and also silently admiring the kingdom he had carved out for himself.

When the moving camera finally settled into position and the entire frame was split perfectly in two with the young emperor at the very center, forming an absolutely symmetrical composition, he coldly stared directly into the lens. The bone-chilling murderous aura of an emperor came crashing down, like a pair of invisible hands fiercely choking the throat of one's breath—

The next moment, that killing intent faded. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face as he looked down upon the camera from his lofty height. He gently placed both hands on the armrests of the dragon throne and slowly sat down.

And even so, throughout this entire sequence of movements, his back remained straight, his chin slightly raised. There was no deliberate ostentation, yet it held the pride of one who controlled the world, perfectly capturing the restraint and composure of a young emperor just ascending the throne.

In that single moment, history bridged reality, and space overlapped—

The crowd standing below the platform felt a momentary daze.

They looked up slightly, gazing at the young actor on the stage, their hearts surging with melancholy and complex emotions. They only felt the barrier of time and history weakening frantically. At this very moment, they themselves had become a part of history, witnessing the merits and faults of a generation's emperor, participating in the critical starting point of a dynasty's rise…

The veteran actor, who had never expected this scene to pass in a single take, grew more serious, his body bowing more respectfully. When the camera swept over them, they lowered their heads even further. It was both an act of playing their role and a way of following their own hearts, a sincere and genuine recognition of this actor.

If even they felt this way, it went without saying for the other young actors who were usually all jokes and laughter, as well as the extras behind them.

Seeing the cautious attitude of their seniors, the others also reined in their playful thoughts and bowed their bodies one after another, expressing their submission.

—And so, what should have been a rather complex and difficult-to-coordinate grand scene involving a hundred people actually achieved an eerily perfect harmony in that moment.

A coronation scene that many had originally planned would take days and nights to shoot was completed so smoothly and seamlessly.

This coronation could be said to have perfectly locked in the right time, the right place, and the right people, meeting all the requirements flawlessly. It was as if, just like the historical Emperor Chen himself, it was a matter of popular support and a destiny already decreed by heaven.

At that moment, Director Chou, sitting in front of the camera, had eyes filled with unstoppable admiration and awe.

Perfect. It was just too perfect!

It was no exaggeration to say that even if they had to do it over again, Director Chou himself felt he could never replicate such a scene.

His hands trembled slightly from excitement, and even his voice carried a hint of hoarseness—

"Cut!"

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Outside the set, the person who had been looking careless and indifferent finally had a subtle change in expression after witnessing this scene.

"This young man's acting skills really are no joke… no wonder Director Chou places such high hopes on him…"

An Laijia let out a soft breath as a sense of crisis surged within her. Her eyes were fixed intently on the person on the dragon throne, carrying a somewhat disrespectful, peeping quality. At the same time, her fingers began unconsciously tapping the back of her other hand, her face calm as still water.

Then her gaze shifted, moving to the opposite side.

On the other side, a well-dressed urban beauty was standing with her arms crossed, chatting about something with the man beside her. Seeming to sense her stare, she immediately stopped her conversation and swept a cold gaze over.

So the two female agents, each with a certain reputation in the industry, locked eyes across the distance.

But they quickly averted their gazes.

The other party seemed to not care about her at all, directly turning sideways to hide most of her face in another direction, then continuing to talk to the agent beside her named "He Wenming."

Ah, being looked down upon…

"Liu Rulan, Linghui Entertainment's top-notch agent. She's managed several Award-Winning Actors before. Has great relationships in the industry, with a wide network. Known for her strong professional ability and quick, decisive style. People call her the 'Tireless Iron Lady'…"

An Laijia muttered the information she had researched in advance, her mind wandering, before suddenly breaking into a smile.

"Those idiots before, when dealing with people, they didn't even know how to pick a soft target to squeeze—"

As far as she was concerned, in the pair formed by the artist Xiao He and the agent Liu Rulan, the one who was actually the most troublesome was the artist Xiao He, who seemed to not care about anything.

Maybe it was because she had spent quite a long time in Korea, and because of those past incidents where she had tangled with those ruthless thugs from the gangs, An Laijia had now developed a kind of mental radar that could vaguely sound danger alarms.

When it came to judging people, she wasn't always spot on. But when it came to picking out the truly dangerous ones in a sea of people, An Laijia was now quite skilled.

That Xiao He was absolutely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

He was dangerous.

This was definitely not a boost brought by his acting skills; it was some kind of dangerous trait inherent to him…

Those other people were really blind to think this ruthless character was just some young kid with good acting skills.

Pretty funny.

Actually, if she could, An Laijia really didn't want to become an enemy of someone like him.

But in comparison, this Liu Rulan was actually easier to crack…

Speaking of which, she was actually a bit curious. Between her and Liu Rulan, who would come out on top?

An Laijia pondered, then felt a little regretful.

Too bad… now just wasn't the time.