Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 138 Meeting
"Look at this again." Fatty Wang quickly edited a set of scenes and showed it to Lin Zhihui.

He was in a good mood now, and there was no Wenquxingjun around to cause trouble. The entire subsequent filming process really allowed him to enjoy it. I wonder which director in the world could point at the nose of a god and scold him, but the other party would not dare to talk back. He could only be obedient, which made Fatty Wang's self-confidence extremely inflated. He felt that he was truly the No. 1 in the world throughout the ages.

With this feeling, it is natural to need a supportive audience, and Lin Zhihui became the best candidate.

Lin Zhihui took it very seriously. I don't know about Fatty Wang's character, but his authority in movies is unquestionable. Not everyone has the opportunity to watch him cut a movie with his own eyes.

For this clip, Fatty Wang edited it in the orthodox way, which is what Wen Quxingjun said before. From facial expressions to action details, multiple angles and multiple scenes are repeated, which can be said to be comprehensive.

If taken separately, these two clips are just different in expression. It is hard to say which one is better, but the so-called no comparison, there is no harm. The sluggish expression, no matter in terms of rhythm or picture, is more in line with the current aesthetic trend than the latter one.

"That's the difference." Fatty Wang took out a cigarette from somewhere, took a deep breath, and tapped the screen with his hand: "To put it bluntly, a movie is a commodity, and it's for money when it's made. Don’t tell me about art. In the end, it’s all about making money. No star will agree with it. So my filmmaking philosophy is very simple. There is only one thing, the audience is God. As long as you believe in this one, you can guarantee me In the profession of director, there is food to eat all one’s life.”

Lin Zhihui nodded. He still agreed with Fatty Wang's point of view. It was just like when he wrote novels, he always took the readers' preferences as the criterion. He also knew his position very well. He was an online writer and would not think that he wanted to Whatever beliefs society conveys, as long as they can make readers feel happy when reading his novels, is his greatest pursuit.

Fatty Wang is a skilled worker, and the two of them edited while talking, and quickly completed the editing work.

……

Lin Zhihui opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting in front of the computer. His first reaction was to stretch out his hand and pinch his thigh hard, grinning from the pain, and then he was relieved.

As a result, when she looked up, she met a dog's face. Zhu Ying seemed to be looking at a mentally handicapped person, cast a contemptuous look at him, groaned with her nose, turned her head and continued to stare at the TV on the sofa.

Lin Zhihui patted his legs in embarrassment. He stayed in Penglai Island for so long that he almost forgot that he still had a bottle of oil at home.

With a glance, I saw a kraft paper bag on the table with the word "copy" written in traditional characters on it. I took it over and opened it, and there was a film tape inside.

Fatty Wang was sent away after completing his task. Taibai Jinxing handed over the distribution task to Lin Zhihui, and he was responsible for finding channels, arranging screenings and other matters.

This is a bit difficult, Lin Zhihui scratched his head, his understanding of movies is limited to a few major theaters, he doesn't know how to proceed, should he just walk into a theater and tell people that I want to show it?

Lin Zhihui thought about it, he could only find Ye Anrong for help, took out his mobile phone to make a call, and then saw the time on the screen, it was less than an hour, and it was almost midnight.

He has not updated today.

Lin Zhihui paused, and suddenly remembered what he had forgotten. He looked at the date, and it was already midnight the next day. He didn't care about anything else, so he quickly threw his phone aside and hurriedly coded. Although he didn't sign a contract, There is no perfect attendance award, but he has always demanded of himself, no matter whether there is supervision or not, he cannot let the novel open the window.

……

I don't know if it's because I stayed in Penglai Island for too long, my biological clock was out of order, or because I was exhausted last night in order to catch up with the schedule. In short, Lin Zhihui slept until the sun was setting, only to be awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone.

Picking up the phone and taking a look, it was Ye Anrong. Lin Zhihui wiped his face vigorously and connected the phone.

"Well, I happen to have something to do, and I want to ask you for help. I can't make it clear on the phone. Let's make an appointment to talk." Ye Anrong naturally wanted to sign the contract. Hearing what Lin Zhihui said, he didn't object, and set the time to two hours later.

Lin Zhihui tidied up briefly, stuffed the belt into his backpack, and went straight to the subway station.

I don't know if Ye Anrong still remembers what happened last time. It was the rush hour of traffic, and Lin Zhihui lived on the remote outer ring road. If he wanted to make an appointment on time, he could only do it by taking the subway. Lin Zhihui relied on his excellent physique and flexible Responding, he fought in and out on the crowded platform, and finally arrived at the gate of Al-Qaeda Group without hesitation.

Looking at the well-dressed white-collar elites around him, Lin Zhihui wiped off his sweat. For the first time, he felt that the place where he lived was too remote. Now that he has savings, he should move to the urban area when he has time.

Carrying a backpack and walking into Aeda Building, Lin Zhihui, dressed as a poor man, was immediately interrogated enthusiastically by the security uncle. When he heard that he was looking for Ye Anrong, he couldn't help showing concealed surprise, as if he couldn't figure out how Miss Ye would be like this people intersect.

"Yes, yes. I understand." After repeated confirmation, the security uncle put down the walkie-talkie and handed Lin Zhihui a pass: "Please go to the right side of the hall and take the direct elevator No. [-]. Mr. Ye's secretary will guide you."

With a little force, Lin Zhihui pulled the pass card from the security guard's hand, turned around, and walked into the elevator on the right side of the hall under the uncle's strange gaze.

"Lin, Mr. Zhihui?" The elevator door opened, looking at the man in a cheap T-shirt and jeans, the secretary in a professional suit had a momentary twist on his face, and the stylized voice couldn't help but raise it half a step. Tune in.

Lin Zhihui nodded calmly, assuming the posture of a master who is not surprised.

"Please follow me." The secretary quickly restrained her expression, turned around and led the way, leading him to the outside of the office at the end of the corridor.

The door was pushed open, and the sunlight filled the room. Ye Anrong was sitting behind his desk, as if he had been given a layer of light, which made him look particularly dazzling.

"It's still on time." Ye Anrong raised his head and glanced at Lin Zhihui.

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched. He can guarantee that at the moment just now, he clearly saw the smile in Ye Anrong's eyes. Sure enough, all women hold grudges, and the more beautiful the woman, the more so.

The secretary brought the guests, served two cups of tea, and retreated sensibly. Although she was very curious about Lin Zhihui's identity, she cherished this job even more. No boss likes employees who love to gossip, especially Ye Anrong.

(End of this chapter)