Entertainment, I only like to make movies

Chapter 140 Chapter 139

"The imperial sword is not flying properly!"

"Riding a crane down from the sky, you can have this!"

"Think about it, a mysterious woman in a fine attire stands on top of a handsome and agile white crane. With a wave of her hand, the enemy is defeated in an instant. Once she succeeds, she can use the six doors!"

"This is good, this is good!"

"Director, I think Zhuge Shenhou's way of appearing on the stage can be made to fly in the air, standing with his hands behind his back in the void.

Hollywood movies rely on technology to reach heaven and earth, and foreign movie fans are often influenced by it, and gradually lose interest in such light skills as ancient costume blockbusters flying over the walls, moving around and flashing around, so let's upgrade the number of light skills, and improve the level of expressiveness. Light work from low to high pass pass again! "

In the conference room, it became lively in an instant.

Fang Ziheng's question seemed to inspire everyone's inspiration, and they all opened their mouths to participate in the movie's fighting design.

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

tonight!

He wants to talk to these masters all night long!
The discussion didn't come to an end until three o'clock in the morning.

Everyone left the venue with excitement, and gave Fang Ziheng thumbs up before leaving.

Unknowingly, the movie has not yet started shooting.

Relying on the two seminars, Fang Ziheng brought together several members of the crew and formed a joint force.

Taizu once said that before going to war, we must first unify our thoughts!

the next day.

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

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

Liu Qianqian wore a long white trench coat and sat alone at a large round table, sipping red bean eight-treasure porridge.

"Why are you alone?"

Fang Ziheng walked over, squeezed a steamed bun from the plate in front of her, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"They have all gone to the practice room. Brother Wu Jing is teaching everyone to practice boxing today."

Liu Qianqian made a soft noise and pushed a basket of steamed buns in front of Fang Ziheng.

"Help me eat them all."

"Okay, you serve me a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, and I'll finish them 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 ruthless, so she doesn't need to participate in learning basic skills such as the way of punching in the early stage.

For her fighting movements, everyone designed a set of outlines last night, with a total of four ways of shooting.

One refers to gong!
Once pointed out, ghosts and gods are shocked!

Then there are finger calculations, superb mental arithmetic ability and first-class calculation and divination skills.

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

The third is the hidden weapon, the celestial maiden scattered flowers, the rainstorm pear blossom, no matter how amazing they come.

The fourth is a protective soft armor as thin as a cicada's wings, and a pair of shiny golden pocket gloves.

These two things are mainly used to enhance the young lady's defense ability.

After all, she is sitting in a wheelchair, and when encountering countless crowds and hidden weapons, she can have better maneuvering space.

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

Her role is more of the chief intellectual brain, and she doesn't have to show a passionate, excited, and noisy side.

No one else was present, the young lady readily responded to Fang Ziheng's request, got up and went to the kitchen window, and made him a bowl full of eight-treasure porridge.

Fang Ziheng ate deliciously, a small steamed bun every bite.

The young lady sat aside, propping her chin with her little hands, watching him eat with great interest.

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

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

"Hmph, insincere."

"Go away, have you finished eating yet?"

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

The little sister kicked him lightly, then got up and brought him a cage.

After eating, the two went upstairs.

There is a practice room on the fifth floor, the main creative team is all here, and they are practicing vigorously with Wu Jing humming.

Fang Ziheng pointed and asked Liu Qianqian to go in too.

Even if you don't need to practice, you can chat with everyone more, don't be alone.

She opened the door and asked softly, "At noon, do you have time?"

"what happened?"

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

"your help"

In the middle of Fang Ziheng's conversation, he immediately changed his words: "In the afternoon, I have time in the afternoon, and I will go to the supermarket with you."

"Then it's settled!"

After gesturing OK to him, Liu Qianqian walked quickly into the practice room.

boom!
The door is closed.

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

Damn!

The first time I asked Fang Hanhan, I almost failed!
This guy is the same, I told him yesterday that my assistant didn't come, so I don't have any memory!

Um..
In the afternoon, what should I wear!

As the young lady walked towards the crowd, she recalled the clothes she brought over this time.

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

It's normal for girls to be shy.

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

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

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

"Come in, the door is unlocked!"

"director!"

The door of the room was opened, and Wu Jing came in wearing two unlined clothes, sweating and smiling.

"Brother Jing is here, sit down."

Fang Ziheng got up, took a clean towel from the bathroom and handed it to Wu Jing, then lit him a cigarette, and said, "How is it? How are these actors doing? Do you have elm bumps?"

"It's okay, the male actors are in good physical condition, Deng Chao and Xiao Ming have rich experience in martial arts filming.

The actress's body is more flexible, and although her movements lack strength, her posture is upright, and the effect of her movements is very good-looking. "

While wiping the sweat from his brow, Wu Jing told the specific situation of the main creative team.

A group of them designed several hours of martial arts moves last night, not to show off their own talents, but to use them on the actors of "The Four Famous Catch".

According to each person's physical condition and role setting, a set of martial arts and martial arts moves that suits them is designed.

"At most one week, they can start to practice the movements we designed, adding horse riding, gait, words and deeds, etc., at most 20 days can officially start shooting!"

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

After leaving, he didn't light a cigarette, but pointed to the 4A paper on the coffee table, and asked a little nervously, "Director Fang, have you read the script?"

"Well, I just went through it again."

"How about it, did you mess up?"

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

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

"Brother Jing, you must be good at doing this book, it depends on what you want to do?"

Famous!

Wu Jing was overjoyed at first, and then stunned in surprise.

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

"That's right, we're talking about the box office."

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

"This name is very well obtained, and it makes people feel chilling when they hear it!"

"But Brother Jing, there was a "Slaying the Wolf 1" before, let alone whether the name can be used, the plot alone is too thin, at most it is on par with the one starring Zhen Bullet!"

"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 modify it?"

"Don't worry, even if it's filmed according to the script, if you don't say anything, you can definitely have a box office of [-] million!"

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