Chapter 231: Roar, Sparta!

After deciding on the company's LOGO, Jon immediately walked out of Zhou Shaoming's office with the document, he had already contacted the clothing company and the printing company, and as soon as the LOGO was decided, he immediately contacted these companies to make company uniforms and business cards

The most important thing is to find a well-known animation design studio and turn this logo into the logo used in the opening of the company's films. Less than a week after the company was founded, two films were scheduled for filming, and Jon had to keep himself busy.

After seeing Jon leave, Zhou Shaoming breathed a sigh of relief, and finally solved one thing, but before he was free, he ran to the office of the company's production manager non-stop.

Ben, the production manager of Supernova Entertainment, was still busy in the office, holding a phone in his hand and holding one around his neck, but the phone on the table rang again, making a noise that made Ben sweat profusely.

Seeing Zhou Shaoming coming in, Ben hurriedly got up, and the phone on his neck fell with a snap, and Zhou Shaoming hurriedly waved his hand and helped him answer the phone by the way.

After finally making a few phone calls, Ben said embarrassedly: "Boss, why don't you call me over, and I want you to come over in person." ”

Zhou Shaoming smiled and said, "I also want to call you, but your phone is always busy, so I can only come by myself." ”

Ben realized the problem at this time, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I'm a little busy at work." ”

Zhou Shaoming just smiled and waved his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and then smiled: "Don't be nervous, it's not a movie here, if you can't get too busy with too much work, then hire someone!" I don't want the future directors of Supernova Pictures to be tired. ”

After listening to the boss's words, Ben breathed a sigh of relief: "Haha, I'm still young, it's okay, I'll take care of it!" ”

"OK, keep this motivated! Also, Did the script for Fatal ID be bought? ”

"Almost, I've already contacted the screenwriter and drafted the contract. Fatal ID already belongs to Supernova Pictures! Ben replied excitedly.

"Very good, I hope you will be freed from the position of production manager as soon as possible, speed up the progress, and complete this movie, of course, the script is better to be taken over and I will take a look, to ensure that our super new pictures are an instant hit!" Zhou Shaoming knocked on the table and reminded Ben to pay attention.

"No problem, I will deliver it to you as soon as I complete the contract." Ben said happily.

"Directors have to have their own thinking, and I won't limit your thoughts at this point, it's just that I, as a person who has come before, know very well the details that should be approved in it. You're in charge of this movie, and I'm just helping to give you some advice on the details. Ben, I'll give you a chance, but how far you can go in the future depends on how much effort and effort you are willing to put in! Zhou Shaoming laughed and walked out of the office.

Seeing Zhou Shaoming's figure disappear into his eyes, he waved his fist vigorously thoughtfully, quickly picked up the phone, and began to get busy again.

"Hey! Man, you're pretty imposing in this cloak! A tall, handsome, blond-haired, muscular man said to Jem Ferris with a slight compliment.

Ferris is a supporting character in director Smith Chow's last film "The Warrior", at the moment he is wearing a scarlet cloak, his bronze skin is shining under the special oil and light, he is wearing a Spartat sè on the bag, a helmet with a dark sè metallic texture, a real iron spear in his right hand, and a huge shield in his left hand, looking unusually heroic and upright, brave and fearless.

"Haha, you're not so majestic!" Ferris was very useful, and quipped that there were already three hundred men who were also dressed only in shorts, red sè cloaks, helmets and spears and shields.

What they have in common is obvious, those strong abs, tall figures, and, good-looking!

And Zhou Shaoming was biting the sandwich, and quickly walked into the company's dressing room, the makeup team of Zhou Shaoming's crew in the past has also expanded, and now it has become a makeup department, as for the minister, it is naturally a well-known Hollywood makeup artist Rick Baker hired by Zhou Shaoming with a high salary.

At this time, the dressing room was full of people, and many people had already lined up outside the dressing room, and even Robin, who was already the minister, was helping these people put on makeup.

Although so many people are not needed when making movies, they must be in place when publicizing, so Zhou Shaoming thought about it and still used a team of 300 people, so it was necessary to make the best publicity effect.

Luckily, the 300 people had been putting on their makeup since the morning, so it was almost over.

Looking at these strong men wearing red robes, bare upper bodies and thighs, like heroic and fearless Spartan warriors, if it weren't for the fashionable makeup artists around him, Zhou Shaoming would have begun to unconsciously think that he was crossing again.

However, the situation in front of him is what Zhou Shaoming wants to see the most, the more realistic it is, the better the effect he has achieved.

Most of these people knew Zhou Shaoming, so when they saw him coming, they all followed him to say hello, and even Rick, who was still busy putting on makeup, turned his head and smiled at Zhou Shaoming: "Hello director boss." ”

Zhou Shaoming was thundered by his weird title, and he also smiled at this time, and Jeremy walked over in a military uniform, heroic and extraordinary!

After joking with Jeremy, Zhou Shaoming looked at the time and saw that it was almost time, so he suddenly jumped on the table, his eyes were resolute at all the Spartan gods of war who looked at him, and waved his fist.

"A thousand years ago, in the most tragic and legendary battle of Hot Springs, the Spartans used 300 flesh and blood to block the advance of the enemy's 50,000 army, and the Spartan god of 300 jīng was immortal. And a thousand years later, the collapse of the World Trade Center shows one thing, like an army of 50,000 terrorists, cháo is attacking the United States! The deaths of more than 2,000 civilians, the dripping blood, the people buried under the reinforced concrete, what have become landmarks, but now they are a ruin? Zhou Shaoming stared fiercely into the eyes of the people below, paused, and continued to roar: "Why do I let everyone dress up as Sparta?" That's what I want to use the history of Sparta to tell every American that blood debt is only paid by blood! Let's face it squarely, face the horror, and only by standing up bravely, catching the culprit and giving it a head-on blow, this is what we have to do! ”

The flame in Jeremy's heart was unconsciously provoked by Zhou Shaoming's words, the 729 incident made every American angry, I originally thought that Zhou Shaoming was just for the sake of movie promotion and let everyone dress up like this, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be to provoke the whole United States to resist terrorism!

And these three hundred people are all young men, and their hearts are the most unbearable, hearing Zhou Shaoming's such high-spirited words, they couldn't help but gather around one by one, shouting loudly.

"That's right, we're going to use blood, and we're going to give back blood!"

"Revenge, the wrath of revenge for the culprit!"

"Smith Chow, let's tell the whole of America that the warriors of Sparta are back again!"

Zhou Shaoming roared: "Very good, keep this jīng god, wait for everyone to put on makeup, and follow our previous plan!" Today, I'm going to make the whole of America remember us, and this is Sparta! ”

"This is Sparta!" The shouts of the hot-blooded young people directly shook the dressing room, and everyone's faces were full of excitement.

Soon, the last man finished putting on his makeup, and the group of muscular men soon wore shields and spears and followed their captain outside.

In order to show the unique luster of cold weapons, Zhou Shaoming asked for all the real metal weapons to be made, and with these three hundred muscular hunks, a burst of ancient warriors' murderous aura arose!

"Are you all ready?" Zhou Shaoming asked.

"Ready!" In unison, Jeremy and Ferris shouted the loudest.

"Okay, let's go."

Three hundred muscular men with spears and shields, their blood-red cloaks blown by the midday wind, marched in unison, this strange scene shocked everyone who saw it!

Countless media went crazy, holding long guns and short cannons and slapping at these men who were full of male hormones!

Strong muscles, resolute gaze, resolute attitude, and the loud sound of the spear and shield colliding made countless people stop and follow curiously.

Because he is Chinese, it is very uncoordinated to appear in this group of typical Caucasians, and Zhou Shaoming consciously hides in the car that is slowly moving with the large group of people, directing the entire operation.

There were more and more people gathering on the street, but the three hundred macho men didn't say a word, just quietly, but they walked with amazing momentum, and Zhou Shaoming watched the gathering of the crowd with satisfaction, and gave an order, and then, a high roar sounded on the streets of Hollywood.

"They hijacked planes carrying hundreds of civilians, they killed thousands of innocent people, they wanted to make us scare with their blood and make us retreat. And, what should we do? Jeremy stopped abruptly and shouted at the crowd, spears striking across shields with a sonorous sound of flesh and blood.

"We're here to stop them! We're here to resist them! We're here to destroy them!. ”

The roar resounded not only through the street, but also in the hearts of every American present, not only those present, but also those who watched the scene on television, as if something was stirred up in their hearts, it was not sadness, it was an unimaginable emotion, and if it had to be defined, people would like to call it - fighting spirit! (To be continued.)

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