Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Several people sat in the screening hall on the fourth floor of the cruise ship, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.

However, all the low air pressure came from the Huashan Wenren sitting in the center, and the few teenagers didn't have much reaction.

Seeing the man's whole body and mind poured into the big screen, Nan Chuanyou left from the front row instead, sat among his friends, and taught everyone about knives that most of them had never seen before.

Two hours of movie time flew by, and Nanchuan Yuya's mouth became parched.

Sawada Tsunayoshi handed over a glass of water in a timely manner, watching Nanchuan Yu drink the clear water with gentle eyes.

"Haha." Nan Chuanyu felt a little embarrassed for no reason. He scratched his head, looked down at the hem of his suit, and said in a low voice, "This was taken before, and I have woken up a lot recently,? I think Two hours isn't enough,? They couldn't add it in."

"Hiss..." There was an unfamiliar gasping sound in the air.

Some people's anger can be suppressed, but when it explodes when it cannot be suppressed, it is absolutely terrifying.

"You. Still. Think. Go. Film. Movie. In. Add. Role. Color?" Hua Shanwen turned his head, his dark eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he said every word.

The air fell into a dead silence.

"You. Know. Know. What. What. Is. Movie. Movie.?"

A burning flame seemed to appear on the skinny man.

The name of the flame is anger.

Facing a pair of angry eyes that seemed to be full of violence, Nanchuan You seemed to be back in the classroom, facing the teacher who asked the question.

"That,? That." Nan Chuanyou lowered his head, not daring to look at Huashan Wenren in the front seat, and said, "Probably... a movie that will be shown in the cinema?"

He exhaled coldly, Huashan Wenren frowned, looked at the top of Nanchuan Yuu's head, and felt that the guy in front of him who polluted art should stay away from the film art industry.

"You're watching the movie..." Huashan Wenren didn't want to call the previous two hours watching a movie, so what happened? "

"...Ah, what?"

Nanchuan Yu knew that a movie should have a director, but he and the swordsmen didn't know how to make a movie, and they didn't have a chance to get involved in any professional studio, so they crossed the river by feeling the stones.

"They took this shot by themselves." They took pictures of each other and took pictures of what they were best at.

Most swords will choose to fight, but some will take some strange routes.

For example, the first episode of Yizheng is to play with the brothers.

Needless to say, everyone was very happy, and Nan Chuanyu even looked a little jealous.

Another example is the long shot of Sanri Yuezong near the moonlight overlooking the distance.

Cough, it's so simple, it's a shame.

"That is to say, your film doesn't even have a main story?" Hua Shanwen waved his hand with a headache, "I think you should just...forget it."

Thinking of the exquisite buildings and various luxurious and changeable backgrounds in the film, Huashan Wenren couldn't help but look at Nanchuan You with admiration.

Although he is a person with little artistic talent, at least he has invested a lot in this film.

Especially for those live-action shooting, it is not dyed or green screen plus post-production.None of this cost a small fortune.

As for the exquisite and luxurious buildings with different styles that appeared in the camera, Huashanwen, as an insider, has never seen a familiar scene.If it wasn't a four-person mansion that had been there for many years, it was a studio set up alone.

The energy consumption is so huge...

Huashan Wenren took two deep breaths, and silently recited "It's hard to find a wronged person" a few times before he managed to suppress his anger.

"Your film is not good, there is no way to pass the review of the movie theater." Enduring it, Huashan Wenren didn't say the cynicism he was used to in the studio.

"Ah...that's it." Nanchuan Yu sighed softly, remembering how the swordsmen happily sent the USB flash drive before, "Then everyone should be quite disappointed."

"But your actors are all pretty good, don't you have an idea to let them make their debut first?"

Huashan Wenren recalled the various good seedlings that appeared in the camera, and when he thought of the directors in the circle complaining about the evaluation of young actors who are getting worse and worse, he was a little moved.

"Yes, didn't I ask them to make a movie?" Nan Chuanyou sighed, "If there is no other way, it really is..."

"Wait...you want this film to be their debut?" Huashan Wenren's eyes widened, his expression full of astonishment, "And they also agreed?"

"Yeah." Nan Chuanyou nodded.

Looking at Nan Chuanyou's nodding expression, Huashan Wenren was suddenly terrified.I don't know what kind of magical power this person in front of me has, but the first scene left by a group of amateur actors with such outstanding appearance and high quality on the screen is such a dark history.

Nanchuan You didn't know how the skinny man on the opposite side turned himself into a big devil.

He actually knew that the movie was not very good. After all, during the filming, Token Fusangshen was playing for most of the time.

However, everyone's goal is to let more people know Fu Sangshen's appearance and name, strengthen everyone's belonging in this era, and avoid the possibility of being targeted by prosecutors.

"Well, if it doesn't work, you have to use other methods." Nanchuan Yu looked at the last shot on the screen with some regret. Under the shot, a huge cherry blossom tree stood between the sky and the earth.

"Haven't you ever thought of letting them join other crews?" Huashan Wenren made a suggestion, "Although it started as a trick, but with their quality, they will naturally not be ignored by the camera."

"No, if you are not famous, you will not have a chance to come out." Nan Chuan You said honestly.

Nan Chuanyou's ordinary words seemed to be taken aback by Huashan Wenren.

"Could it be that they..." Huashan Wenren didn't continue, but thought that if these teenagers were not famous, they might disappear from people's sight forever. This is a huge loss to the film industry.

Hua Shanwen's hands were tightly clenched, and his breathing was up and down, as if he had made up his mind.

"If you don't want to put this thing on the big screen, I have a suggestion." Hua Shanwen raised his head, "I can help you make a clip, and then put it on the video website for publicity."

"...That's right." Nanchuan Yu, who didn't know what Huashan Onen was imagining, his eyes lit up, "Oh, the status of Japanese film actors is too high, I even forgot the best promotion."

"So!" Hanayama Wenren stood in front of Nanchuan Yu, and then bowed solemnly, "Please let everyone live well. The Japanese film industry needs fresh blood like them. They are the future."

With a burning flame behind him, Huashan Wenren quickly went out, and said in a daze, "I'll go back and get my laptop."

"..."

Nan Chuanyou was taken aback by Huashan Wenren's enthusiasm, and when he recovered, he met his little friend's uncontrollably amused eyes.

"Hahahaha," Hayato Gujiji's expression was full of gloating, and he showed his emotions without restraint.

"Smile, smile, what's so funny." Nan Chuanyou stretched out his hand to poke the forehead of Hayato.

Of course he knew why Hayato Kikuji laughed, he just felt that his fusangshen's performance was not at all the level of the future of Japanese movies with superb acting skills in Hua Yamaguchi.

It was enough for Nanchuan Yu to expand the popularity of the sword, but now he feels that it is not enough.

As national treasures with a long history, they have a long legend. They have seen and participated in throwing historical celebrities in the long history.The wars he has experienced are countless.

Because of this, they have rich experience and have created different temperaments. At the same time, their appearance is their highlight.

"I think what he said is right, my sword man will definitely become the most powerful, influence an era, and become the future of the Japanese film industry!"

Yu Nanchuan and Hayato Gudera stared at each other until Wenren Huashan came up with the computer in his arms.

The time of going up and down is not too fast, looking at Huashan who is a little messy in clothes, with symmetrical panda eyes on his eyes, Tsunayoshi Sawada frowned slightly.

"Are you ok?"

"Very good, I brought the computer back." Hua Shanwen waved his hand nonchalantly, "That's all they do, it's just a grasshopper after autumn."

"You should let us go down with you." Nanchuan Yuwei expressed the same concern.

"A few adults, what use are you children for?" Hua Shanwen waved his hand again, and then quickly opened the software on the computer, imported the video from the U disk, and quickly disassembled and spliced ​​it.

Huashan Wenren put all his efforts into the video editing, and the teenagers who were watching at that speed were dumbfounded, and Nan Chuanyu even felt that the other party's hands were blown out by Yun Yun and talking about Xing Aoshu

"I didn't expect us to be such a powerful boss." Nanchuan You gave Takeshi Yamamoto a thumbs-up, "Yamamoto's throwing accuracy is high."

"Haha, of course, I won't lose when it comes to baseball." Takeshi Yamamoto smiled brightly.

The fourth floor of the cabin passed peacefully, but on their downstairs floor, the gradually reddish sunset shone in through the portholes, casting a layer of warm light on the silver-haired swordsman's head.

"Luanbu, the crew has already begun to check the passenger information."

"Minister, don't forget, that person's ability is that he can easily change his appearance." Ranbu stretched unhurriedly, "Even I can't easily spot him."

The two of them were discussing that in the cafeteria on the first floor, several men in uniforms with serious faces were checking everyone's information and checking for possible dangerous persons on board.

Under the deck on the first floor, the shivering girl was stopped by Hattori Heiji and Conan.

"Hello miss, I'm Kansai high school student detective Hattori Heiji, could you please tell me about the curse in your mouth?"

At the same time, leaning on the ship's side, enjoying the freedom of being alone, Poe suddenly saw a brown-black boy with his head lowered and quickly passed by him.

Edgar Allan Poe, who subconsciously hugged his raccoon, squatted down and glanced at the appearance hidden under the short hair. It was actually somewhat similar to the boy who fed his raccoon marshmallows.