What do you want to direct for your next film?!

Tonight was destined to be sleepless.
The comment section of Public Movie Reviews was burning up with unprecedented intensity.
Pu Fang glanced at the time.
Scarcely a few minutes had passed since the box office figures were released.
Yet the comment section already boasted tens of thousands of messages.
Moreover, many of them were elaborate, thousands-word long reviews.
Pu Fang's interest was piqued.
Though he hadn't seen the full picture of the film's plot, he could easily harvest the fans' reviews and piece together a video through guesswork and synthesis to capture some traffic.
"The plot doesn't drag; it has thrills, surprises, tragedy, and deep meaning. It's so fitting to watch such patriotism during the Spring Festival!"
"Simply wonderful! Even a small person can be a great hero!"
"Why escape so many times, why fake death so many times, yet choose to perish together with the foreign enemy right at the threshold of home? Perhaps foreigners won't understand, thinking that having finally returned home, surrender and self-preservation should come first. But what they don't know is that this is precisely the national integrity of our Great Xia! How tragic! How heroic!"
"Although the history in the movie is fictionalized, the Warring States period has traceable roots in our Great Xia. I must say, whether it's the ancient battlefield or the attire of the characters, it is extremely faithful to history. Excellent! Well worth savoring!"
"Oh, fertile soil on the mountain, five mu of land indeed... Five mu of fertile fields, what shall we plant... Fat chickens and fat geese, sturdy cattle and strong sheep... Plant beans, plant rice, rapeseed flowers! A small person's dream is simply a carefree pastoral life! Brought me to tears! Thankful for letting me be born in today's prosperous era!"
"The foot soldier was always looked down upon by the young general, who regarded him as a cowardly, shameless wretch of lowly status. Yet how could the foot soldier's simple philosophy of life fail to transform the young general? In the end, the Liang soldier, who feared death, laid down his life for his country, while the young Wei crown prince, who professed not to fear death, surrendered to the State of Qin, bringing peace to the realm thereafter! To fight or not to fight, that is the question!"
......
Looking at these wonderful comments from netizens,
a sudden urge to speak his mind welled up within Pu Fang's heart.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
He hammered away at his keyboard, typing out these words:
A delightful masterpiece of the Spring Festival season, a stirring epic in film history—*Little Big Soldier*.
Majestic mountain ranges, the chilling flash of blades.
Blood, desire, betrayal, trust, honor...
Elements all too common in war films suddenly feel just right, anchored by a simple and rustic ballad, a earth-shattering battle cry, and a solitary seedling struggling to grow.
The general was originally the crown prince of Wei. As a commander who occupied the supreme position in the Wei army, he held the common foot soldier of Liang in utter disdain, his casual label of "little person" reeking of arrogance.
His dying wish was to die on the battlefield.
He looked down on deserters, preferring to die at the hands of refugees rather than live ignobly under a false identity.
When he stood by the sacred tree on the cliff, shouting at the vast mountain ranges and startling flocks of birds into flight, one could witness how earth-shattering the supreme glory of a soldier could be.
Yet the general was also cruel; glory is often intimately bound up with slaughter.
Fratricide became a commonplace spectacle.
Bleeding without shedding tears was the proud foundation of his character, but faced with the misty night, did he not recall the shared visions he once held with his younger brother?
The grand dragon-and-phoenix-summoning ship was never built after all, and a hint of desolation surfaced in the general's eyes.
This was his limitation, which is why he could only ever be called the "little general."
As for the foot soldier, a lowly laborer from the lowest strata of Liang, he stood in awe of nature, cherishing the rustic life of farming five mu of rapeseed flowers.
Illiterate, his mentor in life had been his father.
Never prey upon animals that are nursing their young.
Abide by one's duties, loyalty to the country must be balanced by leaving descendants for oneself.
These simple values were the faith passed down through generations by the people of Great Xia.
The soldier's greatest aspiration was to own five mu of fertile land, to grow melons, beans, and a patch of rapeseed flowers.
Faced with the general's promise of a thousand mu of land, he casually brushed it off with a light, "That's too much land, I can't farm it all."
He said, "You big shots have matters that are far too complicated; I simply don't understand."
Yet, in an era of chaos, were the extravagant dreams of a little person any less ambitious than those of the mighty?
He yearned for peace across the realm!
He longed for the common folk to live and work in peace!
Though his dream was humble, it was something those grand figures could never bestow, no matter how hard they tried throughout their lives.
The awe held by the humble had a vastness all its own.
Faced with the reality of blood flowing like a river, the general could only sigh: "These two words are easy to write, but doing so is not so simple!"
At that moment, the soldier was no longer just a little person; he was the Big Soldier!
......
The seven days of the Spring Festival holiday vanished in the blink of an eye.
On a battlefield without gunpowder, *Little Big Soldier* dealt a fatal blow to foreign blockbuster films.
The dust had finally settled!
Yet across the internet, various anti-war sentiments sparked by *Little Big Soldier* continued to circulate, alongside profound reflections on the values and principles of existence inherent to human nature.
[My dream isn't big, I merely hope for world peace!]
[My demands aren't high, I only hope for five mu of fertile land to grow some rapeseed flowers!]
[My abilities are limited, I simply wish for warmth among mankind!]
......
*Little Big Soldier* had broken out of its niche and gone mainstream!
Qian Lang was not surprised in the least.
aided by the preliminary buzz of the micro-film and the overwhelming tide of positive reviews online,
he had known the box office for *Little Big Soldier* wouldn't be low, but he never expected the total box office earnings to reach the astronomical figure of three billion.
After all, the Spring Festival holiday only lasted seven days total!
On Lunar New Year's Eve,
when the opening day box office crossed one billion, he had thought that was the peak of its momentum, but he hadn't anticipated that the stamina of Great Xia's moviegoers would prove so formidable.
Qian Lang was genuinely astonished.
Weren't they saying the Great Xia film market was currently in a slump?
What sort of situation was this now?
Not knowing what to make of it, Pei Duoduo was left completely dumbfounded.
When she learned of the opening day box office figures, a sense of foreboding had gripped her, but she never imagined that a mere seven-day holiday would hit her with such a massive blow.
She couldn't even say she was wronged by misfortune this time; she was more wronged than Dou E!
"Zeroing out!"
"Zeroing out!"
"Three billion multiplied by zero point four equals one point two billion!"
That meant after deducting the 45% theater cut, the 10% director's share, and the 5% cut for the Jackie Chan Stunt Team, Galaxy Pictures would take home 40%, amounting to a staggering 1.2 billion in box office revenue!
Abominable!
Pei Duoduo gnashed her teeth in utter vexation.
So much money sitting in the accounts, yet it could only be admired from afar rather than touched.
It was truly maddening!
She had indeed considered secretly hiring online trolls to smear her own movie.
But the angles those haters attacked from were simply subpar!
After all, in her view, corporate warfare should involve attacking the product itself,
rather than resorting to low-class tactics like personal attacks.
Moreover, the system wouldn't allow her to run amok, so she could only entertain the thought before helplessly watching the situation spin completely out of control.
The opening day box office alone crossed one billion!
One had to know, this Spring Festival had been so infuriating that she hadn't even been able to enjoy it properly.
Spend it all! Spend it all!
A voice roared frantically in the back of her mind!
"Director Qian, let's hear it—what do you want to film for your next project?!"
The aura of a tyrannical female CEO abruptly erupted from Pei Duoduo, her eyes radiating waves of cold intent.
"N-Next... next project?"
Qian Lang was caught completely off guard.
The Lantern Festival hadn't even passed yet!
Were they really going to hitch the donkey to the millstone right away?
Hadn't President Pei always maintained that Galaxy Pictures was a warm, harmonious big family, not some ruthless enterprise that only knew how to exploit employees with overtime?