Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 747 - 555 Filming

Chapter 747 -555 Filming

Mid-June.

Chen Pingsheng was hosting a graduation celebration at home for Chen An’an.

He personally rolled up his sleeves and cooked several lavish dishes. An’an’s grandmother, along with her grandparents, also came.

The eldest girl, though only graduating from elementary school, had been a handful since her early mischief—like that time she grabbed an 18K gold bowl and ran to the front door of the main office, performing arts and begging.

In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.

Time flew by, and the eldest girl had now transitioned from elementary school to her next challenge in middle school.

Er Piya, meanwhile, was swaying her chubby little chicken butt while holding her phone, live streaming all over the place.

As for Little Third, under his mother’s special training regime, he had binge-watched several action blockbusters.

Things like Stallone’s “First Blood,” Schwarzenegger’s “Terminator,” and of course, Cheng Long’s “Police Story.”

Whoever the devil was that gave him “Mr. Vampire” by Mr. Jiu, no one could tell for sure.

Ever since, the little guy was convinced there were big zombies lurking outside. His bum even got prank-stuck with a ghost talisman drawn by his sister.

Chen Pingsheng was too lazy to intervene; Little Third, Chen Lu, had always been timid—it wasn’t a new occurrence.

Once the food was ready, the whole family gathered around a large round table to celebrate with raised glasses.

“An’an, let’s hope you keep pushing forward in middle school!”

“Exactly! Our little An’an’s gotta rely on her talent to get into Tsinghua or Peking University!”

Chen An’an mimicked the adults, raising her glass of orange juice—of course, at her age, alcohol was absolutely not allowed.

“Dad, now that summer vacation’s here, do you have any other plans this year?”

“Hmm… Well, during the two-month break, I’m thinking of taking all three of you to be little extras on set.”

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Er Ya naturally couldn’t voice objections, even if she had them. After all, the huge, massive company she now worked with had been built under similar conditions.

“Does that mean we’ll be staying in Hengdian, Zhejiang for two months?”

“Pretty much. Since none of you have been there before, let’s just think of it as a two-month vacation trip.”

Chen An’an mulled it over and decided it sounded pretty great. She’d grown up without ever being a little film extra, so having the opportunity now—how could she not love the idea?

…

Zhejiang, Hengdian.

Although there were other Hengdian studios, the one in Zhejiang Dongyang was the world’s largest, with the most concentrated resources for film and TV production.

Because the Chen family was coming, the Hengdian branch of Tengying Entertainment was in an uproar—writers and directors fiercely brainstorming together.

Back in early March, they had received a notice from headquarters.

Bai Xin, the chief secretary, directly sent out instructions: they had three months to write a monumental historical drama.

The sole focus of the show? Highlight the arduous eight-year war of resistance, the people’s awakening, and the tides of their era.

The plot had to start from the occupation of the Northeast, transition to the founding of New Cheng Country in 1949, and extend all the way to the 1992 Southern Tour Speech.

With such a broad timeline, you’d think writing the script would be a piece of cake.

But then came the designated cast: 12-year-old Chen An’an, 5-year-old Chen Xinyi, 2-year-old Little Third Chen Lu.

Along with an ensemble from the Old Chen Family—the grandpa playing the village chief, Comrade Lao Chen playing the regiment commander, with Chen Pingsheng himself cast as the company commander of Little Soldier Company.

Oh, and this commander? He also doubled as a senior staff officer.

As for Song Yanxi, Jiang Peiyao, Song Wu, Liu Fen, and others, all had roles to play as well.

In short, not only did the story need to convey the hardships of the eight-year resistance, but it also had to fully capture the relentless fighting spirit of Little Soldier Company throughout the turmoil.

And the kicker? The project’s budget read: 1 Billion Yuan.

Now this wasn’t just a big investment—it was an unprecedented industry landmark.

The sheer mention of the 1 billion was earth-shattering, and to top it off, all the celebrity participants had waived their appearance fees.

When Chen Pingsheng inquired whether they really wouldn’t take payment, they all shook their heads—it wasn’t because he was stingy.

In fact, they had the pick of the entertainment industry; they could hire any star they wanted.

But when it came to the team of top-tier directors and screenwriters, no amount of racking their brains could come up with something cohesive.

Ultimately, they decided to wait for the family to arrive, make adjustments on the fly, and adapt scripts accordingly.

As for the set locations and props? Everything was standard—in other words, the very best.

When Chen Pingsheng finally arrived, all the directors lined up to shake his hand.

Actors like Yang Mi, Zhao Liying, Liu Yifei, and Dilraba were already waiting on site.

Basically, anyone in the entertainment industry with some fame—and who was in Hengdian—showed up eagerly, hoping for even a minor role.

But Chen Pingsheng wasn’t just there to create little extras out of them; his bigger goal was to let Chen An’an, Er Piya, and their crew understand what life was like in that long-gone era.

To relive the hardships endured by their ancestors.

It was thanks to countless sacrifices by those who came before that they could live their peaceful, serene lives today.

The production crew hustled about. The director felt immense pressure.

He’d never worked on a cast with so many A-list stars, let alone stars who were all behaving as docile as lambs.

Whatever they were told to do, they’d do it—no diva antics, no drama.

The show’s opening line was ready:

“September 18, 1931. The entire Northeast fell. The Small Day colony rolled out its Million Immigrants Plan at full speed.”

The ambitious Small Day intended to conquer the heart of Huaxia’s 5,000-year-old civilization.

Could the people allow it? Of course not.

United, they roared in defiance, standing together to resist.

In a serene little mountain village, with a sudden cry of “Eight Gah!” from nearby, Pan Changjiang led a group of straggling small-time invaders into town.

Farmer Chen Pingsheng was still carrying his pole, cutting grass to feed the pigs.

The village seemed like a tranquil paradise—beautiful and peaceful.

The village doctor, Yang Mi, was the first to notice the invaders.

She quickly grabbed a loudspeaker to warn everyone to stay alert.

But in the eyes of the little invaders, her beauty was irresistible—they couldn’t let her go.

Pan Changjiang lunged at her, trying to rip off her clothes, only to be spotted by a group of burly villagers.

Among them was Er Piya’s uncle.

A bunch of villagers, pure brawn but no weapons—how could they face gun-toting invaders?

Yang Mi was inevitably defiled, paraded in humiliation through the village.

Little heroine Chen An’an was preparing a rescue but stopped short as Yang Mi boldly screamed, “For the rise of Huaxia!” and perished on the spot.

If she didn’t perish now, how else could they demonstrate the unyielding struggle of their ancestors?

Er Piya didn’t care; she charged straight into action.

But a single blade brought her down. Er Piya died once on the spot, forcing a role change.

Furious, she protested—why did she die so easily?

She demanded a script rewrite, declaring she refused to accept this fate.

Fine. The blade didn’t kill her this time.

When her stubby little legs ran over again, Pan Changjiang had his gun ready. “Bang!”

Er Ya perished a second time.

She was livid. How could she die so quickly—again?

The director explained patiently, “The enemy has guns and you don’t. What do you expect, if not to be cut down?”

Fine! Er Piya grudgingly conceded.

But she demanded to edit her third appearance’s storyline.

Her next resurrection came with a fresh role.

While wandering around, she stumbled upon a rifle.

Beaming with glee, she announced, “Hah! I’ve finally risen up!”

She charged back to Yang Mi’s tragic location, demanding intimidation rights.

Before her words were even out, a single shot took her down again.

A blood pouch exploded dramatically on her chest.

Stunned, Er Piya exclaimed—she’d just gotten her hands on a gun, how could she die so fast?

Chen An’an berated her, “Are you stupid? Dad already said these invaders have actual brains; if you wave your gun around shouting tough lines at the sky, who else would they shoot but you?”

Silently dumbfounded, Er Piya finally got it. So that’s how it was?

Fine, she requested Yang Mi to die once more. The third rebirth? Now she was serious.

On her way out, she found a bomb. This time, she was untouchable.

But in her overexcitement, she hastily hid her beloved bomb… in her underwear.

Needless to say, she ended up blowing herself to bits.