Entertainment, I just like making movies

"It's inappropriate to fly with a sword!"

"Raising a crane and descending from the sky, you can have this!"

"Just think about it, a mysterious woman dressed in gorgeous clothes, standing on a beautiful and agile white crane, waved her hand and the enemy was instantly defeated. The plan was successful, and the six doors were at her disposal!"

"This is good, this is good!"

"Director, I think the appearance of Zhuge Shenhou can be made into a emptiness, standing under the void with hands behind his hands.

Hollywood movies rely on technology to reach the sky and the earth. Foreign movie fans are often influenced by it and gradually lose interest in the light skills of flying over the walls and jumping around in costume blockbusters. Then we will upgrade the light skills and use the expressive power of the cultivation level. Try Qing Gong from low to high! "

The conference room instantly became lively.

Fang Ziheng's question seemed to inspire everyone, and they started to participate in the movie's fight design.

Fang Ziheng gave Sister Lin a look and asked her to prepare supper.

tonight!

He wants to talk to these experts all night long!

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the discussion came to an end.

Everyone left with excitement and gave Fang Ziheng a thumbs up before leaving.

Before I knew it, the movie hadn't started shooting yet.

Fang Ziheng relied on two seminars to bring the crew together and form a joint force.

Taizu once said that before going to war, you must first unite your thoughts!

the next day.

Fang Ziheng got up, took a fragrant hot bath, and went downstairs to have breakfast refreshed.

In the hotel cafeteria, except for the waiters, few people were eating breakfast.

Liu Qianqian wore a long white trench coat and sat alone in front of a large round table, eating red bean and eight-treasure porridge.

"Why are you alone?"

Fang Ziheng walked over, took a small dumpling from the plate in front of her and stuffed it into his mouth.

"They all went to the practice room. Brother Wu Jing will teach everyone how to practice boxing today."

Liu Qianqian spoke softly and pushed a basket of steamed buns in front of Fang Ziheng.

"Eat them all for me."

"Okay, you give me a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, and I'll finish it in minutes!"

Fang Ziheng clapped his hands, his appetite whetted.

He didn't ask the young lady why she didn't go to practice martial arts.

The young lady has a good foundation in martial arts, and she plays a ruthless character, so she doesn't need to participate in learning basic skills such as early punching methods.

Last night everyone designed a set of outlines for her fighting moves, with a total of four ways to attack.

One is to refer to merit!

As soon as it was pointed out, the ghosts and gods were shocked!

Then there is finger counting, superb mental arithmetic ability and first-class divination.

The second is the flying claws shot out from the wheelchair under her seat, which are used to move quickly, rush, and trap enemies.

The third is the hidden weapon, the goddess scattering flowers, the rainstorm pear blossoms, no matter how stunning they are.

The fourth is a piece of protective soft armor as thin as cicada wings, and a pair of glittering pocket gloves.

These two things are mainly used to enhance the little sister's defense capabilities.

After all, she was in a wheelchair, and she had better room to operate when she was attacked by numerous crowds and concealed weapons.

Ruthless, when facing any enemy, whether it is his own expression or the fighting scene, he will always be calm and calm, without any pressure.

Her role is more as the chief intellectual brain, and she does not have to show her passionate, exciting, and noisy side.

There was no one else present, so the young lady readily agreed to Fang Ziheng's request, got up, went to the kitchen window, and gave him a full bowl of rice-treasure porridge.

Fang Ziheng ate very deliciously, one small steamed bun in one bite.

The young lady sat aside, holding her chin with her little hand, watching him eat with interest.

Fang Ziheng turned his head and asked, "Am I handsome?"

"Yeah, very handsome, cricket's cricket!"

"Hmph, you don't mean what you say."

"Xiangun, have you finished eating?"

"No, I can still eat a cage of soup dumplings."

The young lady kicked him lightly, then got up and got him a cage.

After eating, the two went upstairs.

In a training room on the fifth floor, the entire creative team was present, and they were practicing vigorously along with Wu Jing.

Fang Ziheng pointed and asked Liu Qianqian to go in.

Even if you don’t need to practice, you can still chat with everyone and don’t be alone.

She opened the door and asked softly: "Are you free at noon?"

"What's wrong?"

"I want to go to the supermarket and buy some toiletries."

"Your help"

Fang Ziheng was mid-sentence and immediately changed his words: "Afternoon, I have time in the afternoon, I will go to the supermarket with you."

"Then it's settled!"

Giving him an OK gesture, Liu Qianqian quickly walked into the practice room.

boom!

The door is closed.

Liu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, and her earlobes turned red instantly.

Damn it!

My first date with Fang Hanhan almost didn’t work out!

The same goes for this guy. I told him yesterday that my assistant didn't come, and he has no memory at all!

Um..

What should I wear in the afternoon?

As the young lady walked toward the crowd, she recalled the clothes she had brought this time.

Fang Ziheng naturally didn't know what the young lady was thinking, but even if he knew, he would still smile knowingly.

It's normal for girls to be shy.

He returned to the bedroom, picked up a stack of A4 paper on the table, sat down by the window, lit a cigarette and looked at it slowly.

Twenty minutes later, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked!"

"director!"

The door was opened, and Wu Jing came in wearing two single clothes, sweating and smiling.

"Brother Jing is here, sit down."

Fang Ziheng stood up, took a clean towel from the bathroom and handed it to Wu Jing, then gave him a cigarette and said, "How are they? How are these actors? Do they have any lumps?"

"It's okay. The actors are in good physical condition. Deng Chao and Xiao Ming have extensive experience in filming martial arts scenes.

The actress' body is more flexible. Although her movements are not strong, her posture is in good shape and the effect is very beautiful. "

Wu Jing wiped the sweat from his head while telling the specific situation of the main creative team.

Last night, a group of them designed martial arts moves for several hours. Naturally, it was not to show off their own talents, but to use them on the actors of "The Big Four".

Based on each person's physical condition and role setting, a set of martial arts and fighting movements that suit them are designed.

"In one week at most, they can start practicing the movements we designed, plus riding, gait, words and deeds, etc., and they can officially start filming in 20 days at most!"

After Wu Jing finished speaking, he put the towel back into the bathroom in a few steps.

After he came out, he did not light a cigarette, but pointed to the 4A paper on the coffee table and asked with a little anxiety: "Director Fang, have you read the script?"

"Well, I just flipped through it."

"How's it going? Have you done anything yet?"

Wu Jing sat down again, leaned forward, and looked at Fang Ziheng expectantly.

Fang Ziheng flicked the cigarette ashes, opened a corner of the curtains, opened a window, picked up a coat from the sofa and threw it to Wu Jing.

"Brother Jing, this book of yours is definitely going to be successful. It just depends on what kind of success you want to achieve?"

Fame!

Wu Jing was happy at first, and then he was surprised.

He put on Fang Ziheng's coat, thought for a moment and said, "Director, when you talk about fame, do you mean the box office?"

"Yes, I'm talking about the box office."

Fang Ziheng exhaled a puff of smoke, picked up the script, opened it, pointed to the three big words on the front page, and smiled softly: ""Slaying the Wolf 2"!"

"This name is so well chosen that it gives people a chilling feeling when they hear it!"

"But Brother Jing, there was a movie called "Slaying the Wolf 1" before. Let's not talk about whether this name can be used. The plot alone is too thin. At most, it is on par with any movie starring Zhen Zhuzi!"

"So I want to ask clearly, Brother Jing, do you choose to shoot according to the script, or do you want me to help you revise it."

"Don't worry, even if it's filmed according to the script, it will definitely have a box office of 100 million!"

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