Percy looked at the inconspicuous building in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his voice, "This is the digital realm?" He looked to the left and right with suspicion in his eyes, trying to find a more decent building from the side. But it failed.

This is an ordinary residential area, with the quaintness and lowness that is characteristic of the Venice area of Los Angeles, the grace and smallness inherited from Venice, Italy, and the damp alleys that meander through the air, where the casual gypsies and the traditions of the Arabs waft harmoniously in the air.

The building in front of you looks like a two-story low-rise building that combines Asian and Middle Eastern styles, and the moss crawls along the lines of masonry, obscuring the original appearance of the granite, depicting a door to another world. Inside the hollowed-out iron gate is an empty patio, with a few motorcycles and a few bicycles randomly placed, and a small fountain in the middle of the Chinese/Chinese courtyard, where crystal clear water droplets slowly seep out from the layers of moss and aquatic plants, as if the button of a mysterious country is hidden at the bottom.

Looking left and right, it took a lot of effort to see a dilapidated light sign in the upper left corner of the concave building, like a motel in disrepair, with the words "Digital Realm" written on it.

"I guess that's it." Lance pushed open the iron door, the creaking sound of Venice Beach floating the chic laughter from far and near, and when he looked up, he could see the bright sun shining on the stoic weeds in the corner of the roof, "At least it doesn't look like a haunted house." ”

Percy glanced at Lance speechlessly, but couldn't help but secretly swallow two mouthfuls of saliva, clenched his fists, and then quickly followed Lance's pace, walked into the patio, the door on the left hand side immediately came into view, the two people pushed the door open and walked in, but they didn't see the expected reception desk, and the eyes were a wide space like a warehouse, with a bunch of desks gathered in each of the four corners; In the open space in the center are two transparent display boards with various sticky notes on them, making people dazzled with reads();.

The whole space is spacious but also has a unique busyness, and the combination of technical otaku and artistic atmosphere is quite interesting in the warehouse in the style of the industrial age.

"Good afternoon, who are you looking for?" A young man in a shirt and jeans with a coffee in his hand walked up from the end of the hallway, and when he passed by Lance and Percy, he asked casually, and what could have been a very fashionable combination looked a little strange on him, the shirt was haphazardly tied in the belt, as if the belt was tied to the belly button - the otaku atmosphere was unstoppable.

"Two-o'clock appointment, 'the day after tomorrow' crew." Percy stepped forward and spoke.

The young man suddenly realized, "Oh, so you're Lancelot." He understood, "James Cameron and Scott Rose are both looking forward to your arrival. Looking at Percy's strange expression, the young man didn't seem to realize that he had mistaken someone, and just patted his head, "Hey, I'm Jonathan-Rothbart." Then he shook Percy's right hand, looked at Lance who was standing behind, shook Lance's right hand, paused, seemed to be waiting for Lance's self-introduction, but found that Lance had no intention of opening his mouth at all, chuckled and tilted his head, and skipped the topic directly, "Let me lead the way." They are now in the conference room, discussing the concept of 'acquired special effects'. ”

Percy looked back at Lance, who was behind but smiling, with a speechless expression. No, Lance signaled, letting Percy continue to move forward, with no intention of clarifying at all. Percy shook her head helplessly, then followed Jonathan's and stepped away.

Jonathan's footsteps stopped at the end of the hallway, knocked on the door, waited for a while, and heard a confirmation from inside before opening the door, "Lancelot Strello has arrived." An irritated voice came from the room, "Who?" This made Jonathan choke, "The producer and director of 'The Day After Tomorrow'? ”

"Oh." The agitated voice answered, and then another, more sedate voice, said, "Let them in, we're looking forward to their arrival." ”

Percy stood at the door, looked back at Lance, and after receiving the signal, he took the initiative to walk in, and he could hear a polite but friendly voice inside to introduce himself, "Welcome, welcome, I'm Scott, we're discussing the concept of 'the day after tomorrow', you've come just in time." ”

Lance followed him into the office and caught a glimpse of James Cameron sitting at the end of the conference table.

This top director, who is invincible at the box office, may be a more familiar and intimate director than Steven Spielberg George Lucas for most Chinese/Chinese audiences, and just the two works of "Titanic" and "Avatar" are enough to make him famous in history.

However, at this time, James did not seem to be in a good state, his beard was scumbag, his hair was messy, his eyes were red, he looked like he had stayed up all night, his crumpled shirt looked like it had not been changed overnight, and he had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke enveloped his whole person, and he couldn't see his true face vaguely. It doesn't look like a big director calling for wind and rain, but more like a homeless man sleeping on the street.

In addition to James, there were two people sitting in the office, plus Scott who stood up, there were only four people in total, and the huge office seemed a little empty at a glance.

"It's good to omit these politenesses." James' irritable and gruff voice interrupted Scott's introduction, turned the laptop on the table, and pushed it out, and the computer slid on the table for a short distance, and then stopped, "This is the concept map of our zuò, and then we will make zuò according to this, then there will be no problem." ”

Percy was disrupted by such an accident, and he didn't know what to do, so he looked back at Lance, only to find that Lance was concentrating on looking at the walls on both sides, and looked at the past, there were all kinds of concept drawings hanging on the walls, orderly in chaos, and it could be seen at a glance that those were special effects concept drawings of the tsunami cold wave earthquake, not surprisingly, these are the special effects scenes in the "The Day After Tomorrow" moviereads();.

"Those are the concept drawings that are printed, and you can see them all on your computer." James interrupted Percy again rudely, "You guys now take a look at the overall concept in the computer, and confirm with Scott that we'll follow that idea." When does the movie start? Is the process out? ”

James was fast-paced, finishing his sentence almost to himself, and then began to ask questions. Percy looked at Lance again and saw that Lance still had no intention of coming forward, and he didn't know what Lance was planning, but he was sure that everyone had mistaken him for Lance - no one had asked him if he was, and Lance didn't seem to have any intention of debunking the misunderstanding.

Percy had no choice but to bite the bullet, but James was unhappy with Percy's reaction, "If you're going to say something like worship or admiration, you can save it." I ask you, when will the movie start? Have you chosen a location for filming? Is the process of shooting in the studio out? When the time comes, we need to go to the site to collect the number of jù. ”

"Uh, no, I mean...... And what about the director's opinion? Percy only felt that it was a mess, and it had been less than three minutes since he entered the digital realm, but James put on a gesture that things had been settled, which made Percy have to break James' rhythm.

After saying this, James's eyes widened, "What is your opinion?" Obviously, he was letting the other party express his opinion, but the violent tone was clearly a rhetorical question, "In terms of visual effects, we are professionals, and all our concepts are based on real investigations, and we all make special effects in the most realistic but grandiose way." Don't you believe us? James's strong words barely allow others to say a "no", "As a director, what you should control is the rhythm of the film, it is macro control, and as for the professional field of visual effects, it should be handed over to professionals." We are the best special effects company in the industry, we use the special effects team of 'Titanic' to produce these concept drawings, and we serve the film with the highest specifications, is there anything you are not satisfied with? ”

Percy always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say why, and what James said was reasonable, and it really didn't leave him any room for rebuttal.

Looking at Percy, who was speechless, James sneered lowly, for such a fledgling director, there is no need to think about it at all, today's meeting is just a routine. "So, hurry up, while I still have a little time, you can take a look at the concept map, and then submit the plan for the shooting process, and I'll explain it, and then we can be operational here for a while." This is imperative, not negotiative.

"What if we have an opinion?" A voice came from the office door, causing everyone to turn their heads to look over, Percy breathed a sigh of relief, and Lance finally spoke, his shoulders slightly loosened. However, the atmosphere in the entire office was tense, and even the sound of gasping could be heard.

"What's your opinion? You are not qualified to give an opinion at all! James frowned, clearly unhappy with the sudden interjection of an assistant.

Lance, who was standing at the door, ignored James's criticism at all, but walked to the wall on the right and pointed to the two concept drawings above, "What is the difference between the tornado created in this way and the special effects in the 1996 movie of the same name?" Nothing new. If it were me, I would stand on the top of a hill and look down on the whole of Los Angeles, and then the clouds in the sky would accumulate and swirl, little by little, and at the same time, a vortex would form on the ground, slowly rising in a small spiral, and finally merging with the big spiral in the sky, forming a giant tornado, the size of a Sears building, and then rampage through the city of Los Angeles in a sweeping fashion, and then the perspective fell on the individual. ”

Quiet, still quiet.