Of course, that is also because in the early years, the public's hopes for the entertainment industry were extremely high and the requirements were also extremely high, and later, with the changes of the times, the stubborn thinking in the past has gradually broadened, and the antipathy for Wang Yaozu may not be as strong as when he was instigated???????.

However, in the end, which sponsor dares to take the risk of reinvesting in Wang Yaozu to make a movie?

So, things were delayed like this, even if his good brother was Qi Hong, he couldn't help him, so he had to start shooting some low-cost TV series to continue his directing career.

This time Zhuo Hang's movie, of course, gave him the opportunity to redirect, but cooperating with Zhuo Hang is tantamount to a double-edged sword. Either he will make a comeback in the hearts of the audience, or his bad criticism back then will be resurfaced and fall into a deeper valley.

"Don't think about it, this is also a double-edged sword for Director Wang, it's good that I can help him this time, you can rest early, closed filming is also very hard, don't be affected by my business. ”

Bo Jinchen said softly.

can make Luo Bing agree to closed shooting, the movie itself should have a great background, and Li Lingyan has pushed away so many high-yield projects for this reason, presumably, there is an absolute suppression effect on the criticism of Luo Bing after winning the film. This movie is very important to Luo Bing, and there is really no need to worry about his affairs.

"Well, good night. ”

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Regarding the fact that Bo Jinchen will join Zhuo Hang's new movie this time, speaking of which, it was actually Zhuo Hang's side that took the initiative to release it, and it was also Bo Jinchen's meaning. Since you have decided to do it, you should do your best, and no matter what the result is, at least the momentum in the early stage is up.

However, it is estimated that there are people behind the manipulation of the people, and the news that was originally mainly aimed at film critics in the industry has somehow spread among the people, and it has spread more and more widely, as if it is predicting that he Bo Jinchen will be ruined.

Thinking of the last meeting with Lu Boxuan, who this caring person was, Bo Jinchen also had a guess in his heart.

Sunday, May 28, the year of Ding You, the Han Empire.

Probably because of the beginning of summer, the warmth in the air of the imperial capital is within reach, scattered in every corner of the air, and as the sun pours down from the sky, it illuminates people's hearts and warms.

On this warm and pleasant day, Bo Jinchen went to a film and television building located in the Imperial Capital Film and Television City.

Compared with others, the biggest feature of this film and television building is that it uses the sensory instruments of many Western countries, which is different from the shoddy production of many film and television buildings at a small cost, and it is also different from the luxurious and well-equipped building built by Imperial Satellite TV, its characteristics are more single, and it is aimed at the authenticity of subconscious movies.

Originally, subliminal movies were real enough, but the regulation of the human body's senses has always been a problem in the industry.

If the senses such as pain are too real, I am worried that it will cause too much oppression to the psychology of the actors, and even cause brain death, after all, after Xie Feihe's audition, the first case of human brain death caused by the shooting of subliminal movies in the Han Empire appeared, and no one dared to claim that subliminal movies had no effect on the human body.

But if there is no mental stimulation, it will lose control over the actor's subconscious in the virtual consciousness space, and without real sensory stimulation, it is extremely difficult for people's subconscious to express the emotions that should be in the plot.

Therefore, the default in the industry is to maintain a minimum of 50% and a maximum of 80% of the real sensory experience. However, since there is an industry default standard, there must be a existence beyond the industry default, whether it is good or bad. Like some small film and television studio equipment, in order to save costs, there is usually only 30% to 60% sensory adjustment.

And this film and television building, due to the emphasis on authenticity, uses a large number of Western instruments, and the real experience of the senses has been as high as 97.99%!

Don't underestimate this 97.99%, the change of each value after the decimal point increases exponentially for the complexity and precision of the instrument.

Basically, the film and television buildings that dare to be equipped with instruments of this value and have this financial resources are the only ones in the entire Han Empire, and there are no more than ten in the world.

Like Zhuo Hang, he is a crazy follower of this film and television studio, every work is filmed in this film and television studio, and the ultra-high sensory realism is also the reason why the actors who shoot the movies directed by Zhuo Hang finally have subconscious mutations and even abnormalities in reality.

"Director Wang. ”

Stopped his white Tiguan, and as soon as he walked to the door of the film and television building, he saw Wang Yaozu standing here waiting for him.

"Jinchen, you will agree, I am happy and surprised at the same time. ”

Looking at him walking over, Wang Yaozu said with a smile, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

In this circle, there are many icing on the cake and less charcoal in the snow. He imagined that Bo Jinchen might agree on the relationship between the two, but Zhuo Hang's two words were enough to scare off most of the entertainment industry, and he knew who the rest would be. Bo Jinchen's invitation can be described as reasonable and unexpected.

"Director Wang, this is not an opportunity. ”

Smiling slightly, Bo Jinchen didn't say anything.

"Well, Zhuo Hang is waiting for you in the conference room, it just so happened that the actors could get together this morning, so I called and talked about the script briefly together. It will take a while for the official start of filming. ”

Leading Bo Jinchen inside, Wang Yaozu walked as he walked.

"By the way, Director Wang, since you're here, why don't you tell me what kind of script it is?"

As he walked, Bo Jinchen asked with a soft smile.

In addition to the terrifying destruction of actors' abilities and the controversial plot, Zhuo Hang's movie also has one point, which is its mystery.

Before it was released to the public, it can be said that except for the crew, no one knew what it was. The secrecy is excellent, even most of the crew did not audition before the start of filming, and the actors only saw the script when they joined the group, knowing what kind of role they were going to play, and at most they knew whether the role was a core character or a marginal role.

Anyway, if you dare to take Zhuo Hang's movie, it doesn't matter if you know the script or not, anyway, the result is either a lucky person like Ding Xiuyan, or like all actors except Ding Xiuyan, subconscious mutations, and hysteria appears in reality.

"Well, speaking of which, you're probably no stranger to it, "Blood". ”

Wang Yaozu didn't sell it, and replied directly.

"Sequel or remake?"

Hearing the sound, Bo Jinchen was slightly stunned.

It stands to reason that subconscious movies that have been released will not be remade, one is that the audience's first impression of the original creators causes them to prefer the original film;

is also for this reason, so even if the sequel is filmed, no new actors will be used, and this time Bo Jinchen got the news that he was clearly going to be the leading actor, not to mention that most sequels can't replace the starring role and risk being denied by fans and losing the inherent market, let's just say that Xie Feihe, who is behind his back, can't leave him room for life.

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Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Mountain and River Palace.

"Your Majesty, she has betrayed her promise with you. ”

With an elegant face, the minister in a purple robe said in a deep voice.

"I know. ”

Chu Mo, who was dressed in an imperial robe, sat behind the bookcase, put down the scroll in his hand, and said warmly.

"The first emperor was kind to his ministers, and he treated each other as the left minister, and he didn't want to ...... now. The old minister is incompetent......"

Chu Mo shook his head when he heard this, and in the year of his establishment, I wanted to turn the tide, but unfortunately, time was running out.

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!

"A few days ago, after watching the stars at night, the pavilion owner of the Xingren Pavilion said to himself that he had seven kills, broken the army, greedy wolves, and three stars were in the air, and he was desperate! I don't want to, Chu Mo, who has no taboos, will also have a fateful one. ”

Chu Mo looked at Murong Xiang and smiled, his face was pale, everything was as usual.

Murong Xiang caught a glimpse of the smile on Chu Mo's face, and his heart suddenly burst out. His Majesty's smile is really cold! Perhaps, the coolness of early spring has not yet dissipated.

"Your Majesty's purple star life, there are no taboos. ”

Murong Xiangsheng echoed.

Seeing that when his father was on the throne, Murong Xiang, who led one of the three major dynasties, was in front of him at this moment, Chu Mo grinned, lifted the silver wine jug on the bookcase and poured it into his mouth. The eight white and pure teeth reflected the silver wine jug, and in Murong Xiang's eyes, it was extraordinarily permeable.

"Let's go down first. ”

"Whoa!"

Looking at Murong Xiang's figure bowing his head and retreating, Chu Mo's expression was clear, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

Don't blame me!

The imperial capital of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the city of the rising sun, the Zuo Xiangfu.

"Master, I'm home!"

On the corridor, the housekeeper saw Murong Xiang, hurriedly saluted, and bowed.

Nodding lightly, Murong Xiang said:

"Is my sister in the room?

When the housekeeper heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't seem to be able to answer.

Seeing this, Murong Xiang sighed and said:

"I haven't eaten for ten, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore at the ninth level. Let the kitchen bring the porridge that I ordered to stew in the morning to the study, and I will personally deliver it to her later. ”

"Got it, sir. ”

The butler nodded, and immediately turned to leave.

Entering the study, Murong Xiang was just seated. A red light suddenly appeared in front of him. A middle-aged man with a glowing red body held a blue sword pointed straight at his neck.

First, then eight!

Murong Xiang's pupils shrank, he, but the seventh level later, there was a first-level martial arts master who deliberately stabbed, but it was a big battle!

"You're here to kill me?"

With a slight bow, the middle-aged man did not say a word.

"You are His Majesty's man. ”

After staring at the middle-aged man in front of him for a long time, Murong Xiang closed his eyes and said lightly. This is not a question, it is clear that he has confirmed the identity of the person.

Looking at Murong Xiang, who was meditating with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man had a trace of unbearability in his eyes, and did not deny Murong Xiang's words.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Murong Xiang opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked calmly.

After a little hesitation, the middle-aged man finally spoke.

“。 ”

"I want to talk to my daughter. ”

Murong Xiang's originally calm face was faintly struggling, guilty, and helpless at this time...... And so on and so forth.

"Good. ”

Murong Xiang took a deep breath and stood up, leaning over to the bookcase. The left hand holds the sleeve, the right hand grinds the inkstone, and the ink is dizzy again and again. turned his back, took off the raw xuan from the bookshelf and spread it out, pressed the paperweight, smoked the white wolf with ink, brushed a few brushes, and completed it in one go.

Knock!

"Master, the porridge has been brought. ”

The butler knocked on the door.

"Before leaving the porridge at the door, you go down first!"

Click, click......

The housekeeper gradually left.

Raising his head and glancing at the middle-aged man whose gaze was condensed on the paper, Murong Xiang smiled gently, walked to the door, and opened the wooden door with force. The creaking sound was much louder than before.

"Father's ......"

The delicate and lovely woman like a porcelain doll opened the door, saw Murong Xiang, turned around and sat down in the room, silent.

"Jin'er, blame your father, don't be hungry, come, drink some porridge, and stew it in the kitchen specially ordered by your father before going out. ”

Murong Xiang held the tray, put the porridge and bowls on the table in the room one by one, and said gently.

Unable to stop Murong Xiang's actions, Murong Jin simply turned his head.

"It's good to come back safely, as for these things, I don't want to eat them. ”

"I know for my father, you are still blaming your father in your heart, but it's always bad not to eat, just eat a little, okay?

Murong Xiang sighed softly, then squeezed out a smile and coaxed gently.

Seeing his father's elegant and vicissitudes of life, it was the same as the care he had when he was a child, Murong Jin pursed his lips vigorously, and took the porridge that had been held in Murong Xiang's hand. Although she hates to admit it, she knows that she eats deliciously.

In a short time, the pot containing the porridge has also bottomed out.

"I'm done. ”

Murong Jin held his eyes that wanted to cry and said coldly.

Looking at her daughter's stubborn appearance, Murong Xiang smiled lovingly, and was about to speak at first, but was interrupted by Murong Jin. I saw her bite her lip, and a gloom flashed on her face, and then she forced herself to show herself:

"The empire is in trouble, and my father, as the left minister, naturally puts the country before the family. His Majesty is doomed to die, and his father's approach is right, marrying Prince Fu, and his daughter does not dare to complain. A few days ago, I was troubled, which made my father worried. Not in the future, if nothing else, my daughter wants to go for a walk in the garden. ”

"Let's go, let's go. ”

Murong Xiang stared at the bottom-out porridge pot and said slowly.

Hearing this, Murong Jin closed his eyes forcefully, turned around and left the room.

Looking at her daughter's figure walking away, Murong Xiang's mouth hung a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Don't dare to complain, so don't dare to complain! Emperor Xian, have you ever known that for the sake of this great Eastern Han Empire, I, Murong Xiang, even my most beloved daughter...... I can't keep it! I'm Murong Xiang! Really, I'm alone......

With a long sigh, Murong Xiang's face was full of tears.

A red light flashed with a blue light, and then vanished.

Eastern Han Empire, Imperial Palace, Zige.

"Do your best, and then die. ”

Chu Mo stared at the raw rice paper on the bookcase, his face expressionless.

"He's dead?"

The middle-aged man nodded, paused, and said in a loud voice:

"He's a loyal servant. ”

Playing with the wine cup in his hand, Chu Mo raised his head,

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