1982: Started as a Chore Boy on the Set

Chen Chuan has been at the bottom of the film and television industry for thirty years. Not the star, not the director, not the screenwriter - the kind of person whose name you'll never see in the credits. The prop team has done odd jobs, the lighting team has carried lights, and the production team has done errands. They have done all kinds of work and seen everyone. At the age of sixty-two, he closed his eyes in an old studio in Guizhou. Open again, July 1982, Beijing. Twenty-two years old, unemployed, with fifteen dollars in his pocket. He doesn't want to be a star or a big director. He just wanted to find a stable job, marry a wife, and live a small life. But the crew across the street was hiring. He recognized the cast and crew - in two years, that play would be a hit all over the country, so popular that it would be sold out and still be rerun thirty years later. He also recognized the director - in a few years, she would be scolded to death for a movie, saying, "I won't go with them to heaven or hell." Chen Chuan stood on the street and watched for a long time. Then he walked over. "Hiring a handyman?"