Interstellar entertainment desert? best producer shot

Ouyang Lan contacted the Ancient Crops Research Institute based on the communication number left at the end of the letter.

As soon as the Ancient Crop Research Institute connected the communication, they began to thank Ouyang Lan's animation for the impact it had on them.

Ouyang Lan tried his best to say that gold always shines, and he just made an animation.

"You are so humble. The researchers at our institute are also watching your animation. The plot is novel and interesting, and it also promotes the culture of the home planet..." The institute began to praise eloquently again.

Ouyang Lan felt embarrassed even through the light, and he quickly said: "No, no, no, the research institute deserves these praises. Without your research, I...I wouldn't be able to study these ingredients."

Ouyang Lanta admired these researchers who dug up the history left in the past. After all, without the efforts of these researchers, the history and culture of the era he lived in would have been so abandoned.

As a time traveler, how much he hopes that even if the era he lived in is not remembered by everyone, it can still be passed down!

"Do you have more details on how to cook the food you showed in the anime? Our institute wants to use this as a promotion to let more people understand the food culture of the home planet..." The researcher who communicated with Ouyang Lan gushed. Jedi said.

Ouyang Lan listened patiently and waited for the other party to finish speaking before saying, "I have compiled some recipes and will send them to you later."

"Great! Then I won't bother you anymore." The researcher finished excitedly and added: "Well... I hope you can update it soon. It's only been two episodes and we are almost done... Hurry! Update!”

The reminder has come so far... Ouyang Lan couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, I will communicate with the platform and let them go online as soon as possible."

The contract signed by Ouyang Lan mentioned that six episodes will be broadcast every week, with two new episodes broadcast on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

Therefore, there is nothing the institute can do to urge him to update. After all, his progress has reached the tenth episode, but only two episodes are online now.

"It's only the third day... are there really so many people watching it?" Ouyang Lan, who had passed the recipe to the research institute, couldn't help but curiously went to the author's backstage of Zhou Film and Television.

Although there are still countless people who are skeptical about whether Ouyang Lan's "The First Master Chef" was completed by him alone, this has not stopped more and more people from joining the ranks of urging updates.

Even those who questioned Ouyang Lan clicked the reminder button with great sincerity.

There is no way, who made this anime so good-looking? Ouyang Lan may be suspected of dishonesty and hype, but what is wrong with this anime?

It just wants to be my spiritual food! Many people who claimed that Ouyang Lan had been a black man all his life said this in the comment area. Unexpectedly, he was ranked among the top comments.

Ouyang Lan couldn't help but laugh while looking through the interesting reminder comments, "Everyone's words are very interesting."

"That's because the host has a good attitude. There are obviously so many negative comments!" The system said angrily: "I beg you to update and slander you at the same time. Who are these people?"

Ouyang Lan smiled nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, we just need to care about the comments of people who like us."

"Those who don't like you don't need to put all your energy on them." Ouyang Lan frowned: "If you have the time, why not read more what people who like you have to say?"

The system suddenly realized: "You are right, host. We should not be trapped by people who hate us."

"I still have a small system that cares about me." Ouyang Lan smiled and said, "That's enough. We support each other in this world!"

"Host! I will definitely try my best to help you!" The system was moved.

Ouyang Lan smiled and said: "You have helped me a lot. Without your supervision, I would definitely not take good care of my body. Without that mental booster, I would not have so much time and energy to make it."

Ouyang Lan could feel that every time the system forcibly ejected him from the holographic cabin, it was just before he became mentally exhausted. This could ensure that he could devote himself fully to production the next day after high-intensity production every day.

Although Ouyang Lan still knows a little about most things about Interstellar, he can also learn from the comments on his works and the answers on the Internet: Most of the producers of Interstellar have symptoms of mental failure, which is one of the reasons why AI producers can rise so quickly. one.

Just imagine, compared with a human who often suffers from mental fatigue and exhaustion, or an AI with sufficient capabilities, which one is more favored by capital?

What's more, the knowledge base of AI producers is indeed broader, and humans can only lag behind in this regard.

But as Ouyang Lan thought, human creativity and imagination can never be replicated by AI, so the upper limit of AI is clearly visible, while the upper limit of humans is endless.

"Driving AI also requires mental power, although it is much less than the mental power spent when making it yourself. In addition, the AI ​​producer also needs a special holographic cabin equipped with a special power device when making it, which consumes a lot of money." The system said disdainfully. : "Their level of AI is incomparable to intelligence like ours."

Ouyang Lan nodded thoughtfully, and the optical brain on his wrist vibrated wildly. He glanced at the caller and answered: "Hello, I am Ouyang Lan."

"... Offline interview? This... Okay, can I trouble you... the day after tomorrow? Okay. No, no, I just want to thank you. Okay, goodbye." Ouyang Lan hung up the communication with a blank expression.

He jumped up from the bed, looked at the almost white clothes in the closet, and fell into deep thought.

Just then, his doorbell rang.

Ouyang Lan opened the door and Jiang Yanzhou was standing at the door holding two bags in his right hand.

Seeing Ouyang Lan open the door, he stretched out his finger: "I have set up permissions for you to enter and exit my house freely. Should you also set up one for me?"

Ouyang Lan funnyly set up Jiang Yanzhou's permission to enter and exit his home freely: "Didn't you just come in at will?"

Jiang Yanzhou stepped into the house with long legs, "I have the key to your house...but we must be fair."

Ouyang Lan closed the door: "As long as you are happy."

Ouyang Lan's bedroom door opened, revealing the unclosed wardrobe. Jiang Yanzhou raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you make money?"

"Yes." Ouyang Lan nodded without knowing why, and poured Jiang Yanzhou a cup of tea. This was a gift sent to him by the Institute of Ancient Crop Research, and he usually only drank a little.

Jiang Yanzhou took a sip of tea, which was astringent but also had a hint of sweetness, leaving an endless aftertaste.

He asked in surprise: "What is this?"

Ouyang Lan's smile was filled with pride: "How is it? Made with fresh tea leaves sent from the research institute."

"Very good." Jiang Yanzhou praised a few words, and then said: "I don't buy some clothes for myself even if I make money..."

Jiang Yanzhou threw the two bags in his hands into Ouyang Lan's arms.

Ouyang Lan caught it hurriedly and opened it: they were two sets of exquisitely made suits.

"Aren't you about to accept an interview... I thought those suits you had a few years ago were out of date, so I went to find someone to make some for you." Jiang Yanzhou said leisurely while drinking tea.

Ouyang Lan was suddenly moved. Most of the clothes here were in line with the aesthetics of interstellar people. He couldn't stand it, so he couldn't buy them. He could only wear the clothes of the original owner that he still admired.

These clothes were custom-made by the original owner when he was still in poverty, but now he is a poor guy who has just started his career, and the accounts of Xingzhou Film and Television can only be credited to his account at the end of the month. Where did he get the money and connections to hire people to make clothes?

Actually...it's not impossible to do it yourself...

This idea flashed through Ouyang Lan's mind, and he could try it when he has time.

"Have a good interview and don't embarrass me." Jiang Yanzhou poured tea into the cup: "This tea is good."

Ouyang Lan clearly took out a small jar of tea: "The institute didn't give me much, and it would have been less if it was exposed. I can only give you so much."

Jiang Yanzhou took it with satisfaction and narrowed his beautiful red phoenix eyes: "It's good to have it."