Feng Chengcheng was a little frightened, handed Huanhuan back to Fei Nan, and hurriedly said goodbye and left with Uncle Xiang.

Fei Nan originally planned to take a ride to Feng Jingyao to talk about something, but seeing Feng Chengcheng's performance, he knew that he was a little ruthless and scared her, so he didn't speak.

With Huanhuan, I found a bookstore, bought some blank paper and pen and ink, and returned to the Huizhong Hotel, where Fei Nan stayed in his room for three days.

In the past three days, he basically did not go out except for eating.

Three days later, Liu Yijian's apprentice came to the door and sent him the clothes he had ordered.

Liu Yijian's craftsmanship is good, and the clothes fit very well.

Fei Nan was also busy with the work at hand, so he changed into new clothes, freshened up, and went downstairs with Huanhuan.

went out and called a rickshaw, and Fei Nan went straight to Zhabei.

In Zhabei, in the Xinmin Library, Zheng Zhengqiu is busy preparing for the school magazine, preparing for tomorrow's edition of "Yaofeng Monthly" and "Liberation Pictorial".

Suddenly, the porter came upstairs and knocked on the door, shouting at him, "Xiao Zheng!

Zheng Zhengqiu helped his glasses and looked at the door suspiciously, but saw a young man walking in with a little girl.

The man was tall, well-dressed, and the suit on his body was expensive, and he looked like a rich man at first glance.

The man was none other than Fei Nan, and he also looked at the angry middle-aged man in front of him, smiling.

"Hello, are you looking for me?"

Zheng Zhengqiu walked out from behind the desk and reached out to shake Fernan, but when he saw the ink stained on his fingers, he retracted his hand and said with a cramped smile: "Your hands are dirty...... What's your last name?"

"Free surname fee. ”

"Oh, Mr. Fei, please be seated!"

Zheng Zhengqiu stretched out his hand to invite, let Fei Nan to the small table on the side, and shouted at Grandma: "Grandma, please get a pot of hot water!"

"Don't bother, I'm not thirsty. ”

Fei Nan shook his head, and Zhengse said, "Mr. Zheng, let's get straight to the point, I came this time because I have something to ask you for." ”

"This ......"

Zheng Zhengqiu hesitated a little: "Mr. Fei, I'm not a stingy person, but we don't know each other in our lives, and you want me to help as soon as you come up...... I'm just a small editor, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help much......"

"Mr. Zheng, I didn't mean that. ”

Fei Nan smiled and said, "Actually, I have heard of you, Mr. Zheng, for a long time. I've seen your filming of difficult husbands and wives, and they are very professional. ”

Zheng Zhengqiu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Fei Nan came to the door because of the films he shot when he was a screenwriter and director at Asia Film and Drama Company.

"Oh! ashamed, ashamed!"

Zheng Zhengqiu had a cramped smile on his face, rubbed his hands nervously, and said with a smile: "That's just some clumsy attempts, it's not professional, Mr. Fei praised it falsely." ”

Fei Nan smiled, took out a stack of white paper full of words from the bag on the side, and handed it to Zheng Zhengqiu: "Mr. Zheng, you take a look at this first." ”

Seeing that he took out paper and words, Zheng Zhengqiu was a lot relieved, dancing and writing ink is his old job, so naturally there is nothing to be afraid of.

Taking the paper, he quickly scanned it, but couldn't help but sigh.

His expression became much more serious, and he took the paper closer and read it word for word.

After reading two pages, his expression became a little excited, and he couldn't sit still.

Suddenly, he put his hand on the paper, forced himself to look away, exhaled, and then looked at Fei Nan, and asked, "Mr. Fei, you have a ...... Script?"

"That's right. ”

Fei Nan smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

"Wonderful!"

Zheng Zhengqiu clenched his fists excitedly, looked at him eagerly and asked, "Are you planning to make this script into a movie?"

Fernan nodded: "Yes, I'm going to give it to you to shoot, are you willing?"

"This ......"

Zheng Zhengqiu's face flushed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fei, I'm afraid I can't help you." ”

"Don't worry, I'll pay you. ”

Fernan explained.

"Not for this reason. ”

Zheng Zhengqiu shook his head.

"Is that because you don't like this script, and you don't like this story?"

"No, no, no!"

Zheng Zhengqiu hurriedly explained: "The story is a good story, it's just ...... It's just that there are so many places that I can't understand!"

"Where can't you understand?"

"Here!"

Zheng Zhengqiu couldn't wait to ask: "I saw that you drew a lot of illustrated cartoons for the story, why?"

"It's a storyboard, a template to use as a reference and basis for shooting. Fernan explained briefly.

"I see......!

Zheng Zhengqiu learned Feinan's language, and asked: "Then why did this scene jump to a close-up of the boxer's face just after the fight?"

"It's an editing technique to highlight the anger in the protagonist's heart and make the audience feel more empathetic. ”

"Clips?"

"It's a montage?"

"Uh...... What is a montage?"

“......”

Zheng Zhengqiu's question is direct and naïve, but he is not to blame.

Although there are already movies at the moment, they are still in a very early stage, including in Europe and Hollywood, which are also in the exploration stage, and many technologies have not yet been invented and figured out, and it is normal for Zheng Zhengqiu not to know.

Listening to Fei Nan's explanation, Zheng Zhengqiu was eager to learn these knowledge points, and ran to the table to get a pen and paper, intending to write down Fei Nan's words.

Fernan's knowledge about filming also comes from the additional memories brought by attribute values, although it is scattered, but for the current filmmakers, he can already be regarded as a master who is ahead of the times.

"Mr. Fei, why do you let the characters say so much? Do you want to have a separate text picture for each shot? How much film does that need?"

"It's called a line, and I'm not going to make it into a picture, I'm going to let the actors say it. ”

"Say it?

"Director Zheng, no one stipulates that movies are not allowed to have sounds? We can match the sound into the movie! Isn't it good to let the actors speak in the picture and the audience can hear the sound?"

Zheng Zhengqiu only felt that the heavenly spirit cover boomed, and he was suddenly enlightened, and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Yes! If you can make the people in the movie speak, it will be amazing!"

"But ......"

He quickly thought of the question: "But how do you get the sound into a movie?

"No film. ”

Feinan asked, "Have you heard of the gramophone?"

Zheng Zhengqiu nodded, his expression had begun to vaguely become excited, and he caught a vague hint of inspiration.

"When we were shooting, we could put a gramophone on the set, record the sound on film, run it in sync with the camera, record the image and sound separately, and then synchronize it when we were playing......

Fei Nan patiently explained to Zheng Zhengqiu that Edison had not yet invented a sound movie machine, and if he wanted to shoot a sound movie, he could only use this stupid method.

Although it is a stupid method, it has also greatly expanded Zheng Zhengqiu's thinking and broken his inherent cognition.

It was as if he saw the door of a new world slowly opening before him.

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