Wansheng State, Fangpai Mountain, Hunlong Village.
Chief Yuan Kuilong walked along the mountain path, followed by Quartermaster Zhao Yingde, who in turn was followed by a motley crew of bandits, big and small.
Yuan Kuilong stroked his bushy beard, licked his lips, and felt a little parched.
Crunch!
Zhao Yingde reached behind his head, pulled, twisted, and yanked, plucking an apple from his scalp and handing it to Yuan Kuilong.
"Chief, have a taste!"
The apple stem was still dripping blood. Yuan Kuilong took a bite of the apple, nodding repeatedly.
Zhao Yingde asked expectantly, "Chief, is it sweet?"
"Sweet, truly sweet!" Yuan Kuilong praised endlessly, "Old Zhao, the fact that you can produce such a sweet apple shows you've really put your mind to it!"
"I've racked my brains for this!" Zhao Yingde tore off a piece of adhesive tape and stuck it to the back of his head.
"Racked your brains?" Yuan Kuilong looked at Zhao Yingde with surprise, "That's something a scholar would say. Who taught you that?"
Zhao Yingde puffed out his chest, a hint of pride on his face, "I learned it from Second Chief. Second Master Song is a man of letters!"
"Is that so?" Yuan Kuilong chuckled twice, "So, Old Song taught you."
A snowflake landed on the apple and melted.
Yuan Kuilong asked, "What day is it today?"
Zhao Yingde quickly asked a bandit beside him, then replied, "Today is the first day of the ninth month."
Yuan Kuilong looked around, "This first snow has come a bit early."
"Indeed, it's gotten cold early this year, Chief. You've just returned today, so why don't you rest at the stronghold first? I've had the lads stoke the boiler, it's warm inside."
Yuan Kuilong tugged at his leather cloak, took another bite of the apple, and looked towards the Nursery Room: "How many fools have you caught for me while I was away these past days?"
Zhao Yingde held up five fingers: "Five, all locked up in the Nursery Room!"
"Are they all truly fools? Don't try to fool me." Yuan Kuilong took off the jade thumb ring from his thumb and examined it.
This jade thumb ring was as delicate as congealed fat, its outer wall smooth as a mirror, and its inner circle round and clean. Several master jade carvers had seen it and all said it was a top-grade item.
Though the thumb ring was beautiful, looking at it for too long always sent a chill down one's spine, and a faint scent of blood seemed to waft into one's nostrils.
Zhao Yingde dared not look any longer. His life was too fragile; he couldn't compare to Chief Yuan Kuilong. Looking at such a treasure too much would shorten his lifespan.
"Chief, those fools are all material for 'opening the bowl.' For such a big matter, how could we be careless? Besides, these fools were all brought back personally by Second Master."
"Old Song brought them personally?" Yuan Kuilong put away the thumb ring, "It's rare for him to be so thoughtful. I must go and see."
By the time they reached the entrance of the Nursery Room (Hostage Room), the apple was finished. Yuan Kuilong popped the apple core into his mouth.
Zhao Yingde quickly tried to stop him: "Chief, you can't eat that."
"I can eat it. This is your hard work, brother. I can't waste it. This apple is still so sweet..." As he spoke, Yuan Kuilong rubbed his cheeks, his tongue ceaselessly searching inside his mouth.
Did he bite something hard?
Zhao Yingde was a little nervous: "Chief, did you perhaps bite a bone shard? I've been a bit agitated these past two days, there might have been something extra in the apple. Quickly spit it out, don't choke..."
"It's not bone!" Yuan Kuilong spat out an apple seed, looking at Zhao Yingde with a smile, "Brother, your apple has seeds! I knew you were a man of substance!"
Zhao Yingde puffed out his chest and slapped it, "All us brothers following the Chief are men of substance!"
Yuan Kuilong looked at the apple seed, reluctant to throw it away: "Such a good apple, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it again in the future."
Zhao Yingde slapped his chest again: "As long as this brother lives, the Chief can have as many as he wants!"
"No! You can't rely on just one person, that's too much brainpower! As the scholars say, 'plant a tree in spring, harvest ten thousand fruits in autumn.' Now that we have seeds, we must let them branch out and spread." Yuan Kuilong took out a dagger, dug a hole in the ground, and buried the apple seed.
Zhao Yingde quickly went to help: "Chief, don't trouble yourself with such a small matter, I'll do it."
Yuan Kuilong pushed Zhao Yingde away: "You don't understand the methods here. Planting apples is a technical skill, not just burying them in the dirt. You have to water them, and you have to fertilize them."
After burying the seed, Yuan Kuilong immediately urinated on the spot.
Zhao Yingde gave a thumbs up: "Chief, good water, good fertilizer!"
Yuan Kuilong pulled up his pants and shouted, "One day, when it bears fruit, we brothers will eat it together!"
The bandits shouted in unison, "Thank you, Chief!"
The group of bandits remained outside the Nursery Room. Yuan Kuilong entered the cells inside, and Zhao Yingde, holding a torch, introduced each captive:
"This one is Zhao Guangping, from Lingluo City. His family sells cloth, and his father is a skilled craftsman, a registered journeyman."
"This one is Rong Xiaozhang, from Yuxiu Corridor. His family sells steamed buns, and his mother is a skilled craftswoman, also a journeyman."
"This one is Feng Qiuling, from Miedao Lin. Her father is a bamboo weaver, a master craftsman."
"This one is Pei Binru, from Qingfang Kiln. His family burns bricks, and he himself has a skill."
Yuan Kuilong looked at Pei Binru, then turned to Zhao Yingde and asked, "How can a fool have a skill?"
Zhao Yingde quickly explained, "I heard Second Master say that this person became foolish when he entered the profession."
Looking at the man's dull eyes and the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, he indeed seemed like a fool.
There was one more person, huddled in the corner of the cell, head bowed.
Yuan Kuilong walked closer, staring at the person for a long time: "This person is... Lin Family's Third?"
"Yes!" Zhao Yingde nodded, "This is Lin Shaocong, the Lin Family's Third."
Yuan Kuilong was displeased: "Why did you capture him?"
Zhao Yingde quickly plucked an apple from the back of his head and handed it to Yuan Kuilong: "Lord Long, these are all Second Master Song's orders. Second Master said that for the six fools, we must gather all aspects of 'clothing, food, housing, and travel.' The Lin family are boatmen, which perfectly fills the 'travel' profession. Without this profession, your 'bowl' cannot be lit."
Yuan Kuilong pushed the apple aside: "The Lin family has five-layered skilled practitioners, they are powerful figures who can hold down a place. You all know this. There are so many boatmen, why did you have to capture Lin Shaocong? Couldn't you find another fool?"
Zhao Yingde pursed his lips: "Second Master said that the Lin family has been boatmen for generations, their bloodline is pure, and this person is the most suitable.
Second Master also said that everyone in the ten-mile radius knows that Lin Family's Third is a fool, and also lame. He's a useless person, not even well-regarded at home, and no one would pursue it if he died.
Second Master also said that once you 'open your bowl' and master your skill, you'll immediately become a six-layered 'Dingbang Hero,' so there's no need to fear the Lin family.
So Second Master said..."
"Second Master said, Second Master said, Second Master said my ass!" Yuan Kuilong grew angry, "It's always 'Second Master' this, 'Second Master' that. Where do you put me, the Chief?"
Zhao Yingde shivered, quickly apologizing: "Chief, I am utterly loyal to you!"
Yuan Kuilong roared: "Loyalty is spoken with the mouth?"
Zhao Yingde's face was earnest: "What I say with my mouth and what I think in my heart are the same."
"Mouth and heart are the same? Am I that easy to fool?" Yuan Kuilong questioned him directly, "Where's your mouth?"
"Below my nose!"
"Where's your heart?"
"Inside my chest!"
Yuan Kuilong angrily said: "How can they be the same?"
Zhao Yingde also got a little angry: "Why aren't they the same?"
Yuan Kuilong shouted: "I can see what's under your nose, but can I see what's inside your chest?"
Zhao Yingde was a man of fierce temperament. Hearing Yuan Kuilong speak like this, he tore open his clothes: "Chief, I've followed you for so many years, and you still don't trust me? Today, I'll dig out my heart and show it to you!"
As his words fell, Zhao Yingde pulled out a dagger, cut and gouged at his chest, dug out a heart, grabbed it in his hand, and handed it to Yuan Kuilong.
Yuan Kuilong's eyes immediately reddened: "Brother, your elder brother here was just speaking in anger. Why did you take it seriously?"
The five fools in the cell were all scared senseless.
Even more foolish than before.
Zhao Guangping, the cloth seller, bit his clothes.
Rong Xiaozhang, the bun seller, bit his fist.
Feng Qiuling, the bamboo weaver, gnawed at the cell bars.
Pei Binru, the brick burner, peed himself in fright, then used his urine to mix with mud.
Young Master Lin Shaocong of the Lin family found a piece of mud and quietly put it in his crotch.
Zhao Yingde held the heart, tears in his eyes, gasping for breath, and said intermittently, "Chief, this heart of mine for you, do you see it?"
"Brother sees it, my good brother..." Yuan Kuilong choked with sobs, took the heart, and took a bite.
Crunch!
Zhao Yingde asked through tears, "Is it crisp?"
"Crisp!" Yuan Kuilong nodded repeatedly, "It's damn crisp! This must be a 'Heart Beauty' radish!"
Zhao Yingde nodded repeatedly: "It is indeed a 'Heart Beauty' radish, a 'Heart Beauty' from Wanqingyuan. The first boatload of 'Heart Beauty' just arrived at Heishakou, and I saved it for you, Chief!"
Yuan Kuilong hugged Zhao Yingde's 'heart' and took another bite, tears streaming down his face: "Brother, your elder brother loves 'Heart Beauty' radishes! I knew you had me in your heart!"
'Heart Beauty' is a type of radish. Yuan Kuilong kept crying because the radish was truly too spicy.
After finishing the radish, Yuan Kuilong asked about Second Chief: "Where is Song Yongchang? Why isn't he here?"
"Well, we're still missing one fool, so Second Master went to an outer state to find him." Zhao Yingde called over his subordinate, Xiaozhuzi, and had him use needle and thread to sew up the wound on his chest.
Yuan Kuilong felt something was amiss: "Going to an outer state just to catch a fool?"
Halfway through sewing up the wound on his chest, Zhao Yingde pulled it open to look. His heart had already grown back. While stopping the bleeding, he replied, "This was also divined by Second Master. He said that among these six fools, there must be one from an outer state, one who doesn't carry the bloodline of Wansheng State."
Yuan Kuilong didn't believe this: "What does this have to do with bloodline? What's the difference between an outer state's bloodline and Wansheng State's bloodline? He clearly just wanted to go to an outer state himself!"
"These are all things Second Master said, I don't know either..." Zhao Yingde looked at Yuan Kuilong's expression, weighing which words he could say.
Yuan Kuilong's face was grim: "Song Yongchang went all the way to an outer state to catch a fool, putting in so much effort and taking such a big risk, just to help me 'open my bowl'? Do you think he cares about my affairs that much?"
"His heart, well, I really don't know. As for my loyalty, why don't you have another piece..." Zhao Yingde tried to change the subject. This was a matter between the Chief and Second Chief, and he really didn't want to get involved.
Yuan Kuilong walked out of the Nursery Room with a sullen face. An apple tree had grown in front of the Nursery Room, laden with green fruits.
Seeing this tree, Yuan Kuilong's mood improved considerably: "Brothers, eat apples!"
Zhao Yingde was startled. The Chief had said that one day it would bear fruit, but he never expected today to be that day.
Yuan Kuilong's urine was truly potent; his skill had grown.
Seeing that no one moved, Yuan Kuilong said to Zhao Yingde: "Brother, you eat one first!"
"No, Chief, you eat first."
"I've eaten already, you eat. Don't be shy with me."
"Chief, these fruits aren't ripe yet, maybe wait two more days."
"No need to wait! Half-ripe apples are the best, both crisp and sweet!" Yuan Kuilong picked an apple for Zhao Yingde, "Look how fresh this fruit is, hurry and eat it."
It was indeed very fresh, with dewdrops still clinging to it.
It was two in the afternoon; there shouldn't be any dew at this time.
So where did these dewdrops come from?
Zhao Yingde looked at the apple and whispered, "Chief, can I peel it before eating?"
"Peel what?" Yuan Kuilong disagreed, "The apple skin has the most flavor!"
"Okay, I'll eat it. The Chief has me in his heart..." Zhao Yingde was moved to tears and ate the apple.
Yuan Kuilong shouted to the group of bandits, "Brothers, don't be polite, eat up! Eat apples with me today, and conquer the world with me tomorrow!"
The bandits had watched this apple tree grow.
Anyone with eyes could see that this apple tree had grown in a honey pot, a golden-yellow honey.
Was it easy to be a bandit?
They didn't really want to eat.
Yuan Kuilong's smile suddenly vanished, and the bandits were all terrified.
"Anyone who doesn't eat this apple today is no brother of mine! Hunlong Village will have no place for him today!"
Everyone in Hunlong Village knew that Yuan Kuilong liked to joke, but no one could tell which of his words were serious.
Zhao Yingde, while eating his apple, shouted, "Didn't you hear the Chief's orders? All of you, eat the damn things! No one is allowed to peel them, and no one is allowed to wash them! If anyone doesn't eat, this month's pay will be deducted!"
The bandits gritted their teeth, picked the fruits, and ate.
A bandit sobbed twice: "And he won't even let us wash them, this is too much bullying."
Watching his brothers eat apples, Yuan Kuilong was very pleased. He asked Zhao Yingde, "Did Old Song tell you what kind of person he was looking for?"
Zhao Yingde finished his apple, gritting his teeth: "Second Master said this depends on fate. He said that fools from outer states shouldn't be chosen casually; we need to find a fool who doesn't look foolish but is actually truly foolish."
"Fate? What a load of nonsense!" Yuan Kuilong picked another apple and handed it to Zhao Yingde, "When Old Song returns to the mountain, tell me immediately. I want to see what kind of fool he brings back."
...
"Your name is Zhang Laifu?"
"Yes! The 'Fu' of good fortune and enjoyment!"
The interviewer was very satisfied; the name sounded suitable for the requirements.
Huan Country, Yuedong Province, Guancheng, Nanzhu Film Base.
Next to a construction site was a two-story prefabricated house, with "Wansheng Film Company" written on it.
The second floor of the prefabricated house was a temporary office. Wansheng Film Company was recruiting actors here, and as soon as the flyers were distributed, people came for interviews.
Old Song, the interviewer, held Zhang Laifu's application form and, along with his assistant Old Zheng, scrutinized the young man before them.
"You're not a professional actor?"
Zhang Laifu shook his head: "I'm a university student, studying civil engineering, working as an actor part-time."
The interviewer took out an apple, rubbed it on his clothes, and took a bite: "You study civil engineering, why did you choose an acting career?"
The real reason was that other part-time jobs were hard to find, but Zhang Laifu felt that answering too directly was impolite. He chose a more subtle expression: "Both architecture and film can express art, just in slightly different forms!"
This statement had some depth. This person didn't seem like a fool. Old Song looked at Old Zheng, feeling a little uneasy.
Old Zheng blinked slightly, signaling Old Song to observe further.
"You have a profound understanding of art!" Old Song praised Zhang Laifu, then carefully observed Zhang Laifu's appearance.
"A loyal and honest face, ordinary features, average build, dull eyes, and a body that's generally intact with no serious defects. You possess the basic qualities an excellent actor should have!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Laifu puffed out his chest: "Other film crews also say the same. They say I'm naturally suited to be an extra."
"You've always been an extra?" The interviewer carefully looked at Zhang Laifu's work history, finding it a bit vague.
He asked Zhang Laifu: "Have you ever acted in a proper role?"
Zhang Laifu nodded vigorously: "Yes, I'm very experienced!"
"Have you played a role with lines?"
Zhang Laifu replied subtly: "I've been waiting for such an opportunity!"
The interviewer put down the application form, picked up a notebook, and first gave a brief self-introduction.
"I am the Deputy General Manager of Wansheng Film Company and also the interviewer for this recruitment. My surname is Song; you can call me Manager Song, or Old Song."
Zhang Laifu responded earnestly: "Hello, Old Song."
Old Song finished his apple, wiped his hands, and wrote two words in his notebook: Presumptuous.
He took another apple from his bag and continued, "Don't be so stiff. I'll just ask a few simple questions. Have you ever participated in an interview for a film company before?"
Zhang Laifu shook his head: "No, this is my first time."
"Haven't you been in other film crews?"
"I've been in other film crews, but I haven't had an interview."
"Why haven't you had an interview? Is it because you're not qualified?"
Zhang Laifu tried to maintain a subtle attitude: "Other places recruiting extras don't even bother with interviews. They don't have as many demands as you."
Old Song nodded slightly and wrote two more words in his notebook: Disrespectful.
"You're very honest. So why did you choose our company?"
Zhang Laifu pointed to the flyer in his hand: "You pay more. Other places pay a day for extras, you pay "
"Do you think those thirty yuan are very important?"
"Very important! With an extra thirty yuan, I can eat a whole chicken tonight, no need for rice!"
Old Song nodded repeatedly: "My judgment is indeed correct; you are someone with a higher pursuit of art!"
After speaking, he again wrote two words: Vulgar.
Old Song continued: "But I must emphasize one point: we are not like those makeshift troupes. Our Wansheng Company is at the forefront of the film industry, and we have higher demands for our employees.
What we need are not temporary actors without a sense of responsibility, but excellent performing artists.
What we value is not just your talent in performing arts; what we value even more is your understanding and comprehension of the acting profession!
First, tell me, what is your dream on the path of art?"
A glimmer appeared in Zhang Laifu's originally dull eyes. He answered with an extremely firm tone: "Make money, enjoy life!"
Old Song was not very satisfied with this answer: "Your dream is just to enjoy life?"
Zhang Laifu felt there was nothing wrong with his answer: "Isn't your dream to enjoy life?"
Old Song smiled faintly: "Everyone's dreams are different."
Zhang Laifu looked surprised: "Are there people whose dreams are not to enjoy life?"
Old Song frowned, staring at Zhang Laifu: "Some people have grander dreams; they want to achieve more."
Zhang Laifu agreed: "Achieve success, and then enjoy life."
"Achieving success is not just for enjoying life, but also for gaining recognition from the world." Old Song was still trying to guide Zhang Laifu.
Zhang Laifu still agreed: "Gain recognition, and then gloriously enjoy life."
"Gaining recognition is for obtaining higher status and position." Old Song's voice became slightly louder.
Zhang Laifu fully agreed: "Obtain status and position, and then steadily enjoy life."
"One's gaze cannot always be focused on oneself. Some people strive their entire lives to benefit more people; that is a truly noble dream!" Old Song's expression grew increasingly serious, even a little agitated.
Zhang Laifu looked up, his expression firm, and said: "That is to lead more people to enjoy life."
"Well, I, actually, he... I really appreciate you."
Old Song wrote two words in his notebook: Shallow.
Putting down the notebook, Old Song picked up a blank piece of paper: "This interview originally had two sets of tests, but our film set urgently needs people. Given your ideals and beliefs regarding the acting profession, we've decided to omit some irrelevant details. We'll focus solely on performing arts and discuss key issues in the professional field."
As he spoke, Old Song drew on the paper with his pen.
Bang! Ding-ding-ding! Bang! Ding-ding-ding!
He drew while observing Zhang Laifu's expression.
Zhang Laifu found the sound somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. The rhythmic tapping gave Zhang Laifu the illusion of snowflakes dancing.
However, this sound shouldn't be coming from a pen tip.
Old Song pushed the paper towards Zhang Laifu: "If you were a train driver, how would you choose?"
Seeing this question, Zhang Laifu felt a little helpless.
This was a hackneyed problem: a train on a bifurcated track, with ten people tied to the left fork and one person tied to the right fork.
Old Song ate his apple, looking deeply at Zhang Laifu.
For this fool, this question seemed a bit too difficult.
"Is the question very hard? Haven't seen it before?" Old Song smiled at Zhang Laifu.
Zhang Laifu replied: "How could I not have seen it? Is this your first day as an interviewer?"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Old Song coughed a few more times.
He picked up his pen, thought for a long time, and wrote three words: Goddamn it.
Zhang Laifu frowned tightly; he detested such questions.
He was a senior in college, and seniors had to go out and find jobs. Interviewers had asked countless such questions. In Zhang Laifu's memory, there was no right way to answer these types of questions.
More importantly, did these questions have anything to do with performing arts? Did they have anything to do with recruiting extras?
But no matter how much he detested it, for the sake of tonight's chicken, he had to give a decent answer.
Seeing Zhang Laifu deep in thought, Old Song felt much better: "Laifu, if you don't know, just say you don't know. Don't pretend to understand if you don't!
Let me give you a hint: you need to put your true emotions into the role. You need to truly imagine yourself as this train driver. This is called empathy. Do you understand?"
With Old Song's hint, Zhang Laifu immediately had an idea. From an actor's perspective, he put himself into the role and gave a very precise answer: "I don't know how to drive a train."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Old Song coughed for a while again, an apple seed caught in his throat.
"Laifu, let's assume you know how to drive a train."
Zhang Laifu replied very seriously: "This has nothing to do with driving the train. The person who switches the tracks, they decide where the train goes."
Wait!
This person knows quite a bit.
Is he really a fool?
Old Song nodded: "You have good common sense. Now, let's assume I'm the one switching the tracks, and the lever is in my hand."
Bang! Ding-ding-ding!
Old Song drew a person switching tracks with a lever in hand: "If I pull to the left, the train goes left. If I pull to the right, the train goes right. Which side do you think I should choose?"
He deliberately showed off his skill in front of Zhang Laifu, wanting to see his reaction.
Zhang Laifu looked at the person switching tracks; the drawing was indeed lifelike.
The interviewer attached such importance to this question. If Zhang Laifu wanted this job, he had to show some real substance.
He organized his words and replied: "You can choose however you want. Anyway, no one will say you were wrong."
Old Song looked at Zhang Laifu askance. He didn't understand Zhang Laifu's meaning: "How can no one say I was wrong?"
Zhang Laifu replied: "Once the train has passed, who will say you were wrong?"
Old Song pondered for a moment and understood Zhang Laifu's meaning.
Once the train passed, everyone who survived would certainly say Old Song was not wrong.
Even if the dead thought Old Song was wrong, they wouldn't be able to speak.
Old Song's heart sank, and Old Zheng also frowned.
Is this person really a fool or not?
After a long silence, Old Song said to Zhang Laifu: "I am a good person."
Zhang Laifu looked at Old Song, then at the drawing on the table, and asked seriously: "If you're a good person, why are people tied to the tracks?"
This question again hit the nail on the head.
Old Song then asked: "Do you think I tied them?"
Zhang Laifu retorted: "Then tell me, who tied them?"
Old Song was helpless: "I don't know who tied them either!"
Zhang Laifu was also helpless: "You don't know anything, and you're asking me?"
Old Song kept looking at Zhang Laifu: "Have you ever felt you had an intellectual problem?"
Zhang Laifu shook his head: "My intelligence is fine. My teachers and classmates all say I'm very intelligent."
"What did they tell you?"
"They told me, 'Your IQ is terrifying!'" Zhang Laifu looked back at Old Song, waiting for his next question.
Old Song rubbed the drawing paper on the table: "What do you think of my drawing skills?"
"Quite good," Zhang Laifu answered truthfully.
"Look closer!"
Bang! Ding-ding-ding! Bang! Ding-ding-ding!
This time, Old Song didn't use a pen; he drew directly on the paper with his fingers.
The original picture only had tracks, a train, and people. Now, the picture had mountains and rivers, and faintly visible cities in the distance, becoming real and three-dimensional.
It was indeed very three-dimensional.
The mountains in the picture had risen, and he didn't know what they were made of.
Old Song picked up the drawing and waved it in front of Zhang Laifu: "Did you see how I drew?"
He wanted Zhang Laifu to feel fear.
A fool, no matter how much he pretends to be normal, would reveal his true nature in the face of fear.
...
The two stared at each other for nearly a minute without speaking.
Zhang Laifu's eyes were full of anticipation.
One hundred sixty a day, can I get it?
Old Song opened his notebook and wrote two more words: Naive.
Removing "Goddamn it," there were still five terms left.
Presumptuous, Disrespectful, Vulgar, Shallow, Naive.
Who would think someone possessing so many traits was not a fool?
After reviewing these five terms twice, Old Song handed the notebook to Old Zheng behind him.
"Old Zheng, it's rare to find someone with so many excellent qualities. Do you think this person will do?"
Old Zheng looked it over, nodded, and said: "I think this person will do!"
Old Song took out a contract from the desk drawer and handed it to Zhang Laifu: "You're hired. From now on, you are an official actor of Wansheng Film Company."
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