Huang Peiqin immediately heard the insinuation in Song Mu's words, and she was suddenly unhappy, "I'll just say, I saw that Xiao Song hasn't been in the office and hasn't been to you recently, and I thought everything was going well." So you didn't let her come over to help? ”

"Collar. Director, Director Jiao is also for our good. Song Mu didn't pay attention to the people, but secretly repaired the gun like a good man, "People said, put me back to help you work, after all, our department is short of manpower." ”

"Alright." Mao Yongyi waved his hand and said, "Xiao Song, time is running out, whether your method will succeed or not, you can give me a letter." ”

Song Mu heard the old factory director speak, and hurriedly replied: "It must be done!" Director, I need to go back to the office to get something first, and then let's go to the production room together, I will definitely be able to fix this! ”

Mao Yongyi sighed, and now, he can only pin all his hopes on this young man.

He took out another cigarette, and while lighting it, he waved his hand to signal Song Mu to hurry back and get something.

Ten minutes later, Song Mu carried a huge schoolbag on his back. Under the leadership of the director, he went to the production room with a high spirit.

No one knew what was in Song Mu's backpack.

Due to the failure of the previous production, the production room has been suspended. A bunch of staff members were chatting and farting, and there were even a few huddled in the corner playing cards.

After Song Mu and the others entered the house, Jiao Pengxing coughed loudly, and a group of people saw it. The directors came, and they were so frightened that they quickly packed up their things and stood upright, as if they were temporarily spot-checking during military training.

Mao Yongyi frowned unhappily, and secretly deducted a point from Jiao Pengxing in his heart.

After Song Mu entered the door, his eyes widened, and he looked excitedly at the ...... displayed in front of him Antiques:

A retro wooden bench table with no additional features at all;

More than 20 high-power table lamps should be used to change the light source;

The old slide rail camera cannot control the direction of the camera freely, not to mention, all functions require human operation;

On the other side is a fixed camera, with a long arm that goes straight up and down, and the top-heavy looks like it may roll over at any time;

The machine in a corner is even more powerful, the screen seems to be a concave and convex mirror, Song Mu is not sure if it is a machine for cutting!

Mao Yongyi used these simple things to complete that masterpiece in the first place?!

Song Mu's respect for him instantly rose to a higher level.

After sighing, she quickly came back to her senses, and she took off her backpack. He set it aside and walked over to the long table.

There were also long strips of failed background paper and plastic sheets on the table.

She stood still and only glanced at it, then opened her mouth to Jiao Pengxing and asked, "In the past few days, you have only roughly completed twenty-eight seconds of content?" ”

Jiao Pengxing's brows instantly twisted into a twist, and Song Mu guessed too accurately.

In the past few days, they have used this method, although they have accelerated the speed and shot a minute and a half minutes of short film content, but in the end, when they edit it, there are only 33 seconds left in the usable footage.

But in those thirty-three seconds, several of them were improvised. Remove those seconds, and it's exactly twenty-eight seconds!

Mao Yongyi was a little anxious when he saw that he didn't speak, so he directly urged: "How much have you made?" ”

Jiao Pengxing could only respond stupidly, "Thirty-three ......"

Mao Yongyi suddenly felt that his head was big, this short film was ten seventeen seconds, four minutes before, and now there are thirty-three seconds, and there is more than half of it left! There are only a few days left, but what can I do?

Could it be that even if Song Mu's method is feasible, they don't have time to complete it?

Seeing that Mao Yongyi looked anxious, Song Mu didn't show off.

After greeting a few young people standing next to her, and after packing up all the things on the long table, she took out a roll of paper from her large backpack and slowly spread it on the table.

Song Mu looked at her masterpieces in the past few days with satisfaction.

Previously, with the help of Shen Chang, she got a piece of rice paper that had not been cut, and a piece of cardpaper that had not been cut.

She carefully glued the two pieces of paper together, and then perfected the background art herself according to the various scenes that appeared in the script.

With Song Mu's professional class ability before crossing over, the background of this ink painting can not only be painted for her, but also show more background levels, and it looks like it has an absolute three-dimensional effect, which is more than a little better than the previous version.

And after she processed the background paper like this, it is not easy to fold, not easy to be destroyed, and the quality is absolutely great.

After making sure that it was correct, she motioned to a few leaders. Let's take a look.

Mao Yongyi looked at her painting and instantly showed a surprised expression.

Although Song Mu's painting does not have the style of a famous artist, and even deviates a little from the freehand sense of ink painting - after all, Song Mu studied Western painting before, and he really didn't have much contact with ink painting.

But after so many years of animation, Mao Yongyi could see at a glance that Song Mu deliberately handled it this way. In this way, when placed in the camera, the resulting effect can save a lot of time in post-adjustment.

In fact, she just made reasonable use of some shadows, and in the stage of hand action painting, she showed the relationship between shadows.

But the effect is really much better.

Other people in the production room also came over to watch the excitement, but after seeing Song Mu's paintings, most of them showed disdain.

"Isn't this an ink painting?"

"It's too different from the previous background, and the style is not uniform before and after."

After Song Mu heard their words, he affirmed their statement on the spot, "Yes, this is very different from the previous one, so I decided to completely overturn it and do it again." ”

"Redo it?!" Triple Collar. The conductor asked in unison.

Obviously, they all thought Song Mu was crazy.

There are only a few days left, and if she can finish it, it can be regarded as burning high incense, but she still has to do the ten-minute notebook again?

Mao Yongyi's mentality was a little shaken: Did he believe in this young man a little too much? Was it a brain fever at the beginning?

Just when Jiao Pengxing was about to scold, Song Mu took out a step of plastic paper unhurriedly.

This is all she has prepared in the past few days.

Song Mu smiled slightly, walked to the stop frame camera, and asked the colleague who controlled the camera to help.

Then she first confirmed the focal length and sharpness of the camera with the colleague, and then stood up back and forth, squatted down and straightened the position of her plastic sheet, and then signaled that the colleague could use it.

Song Mu personally used those plastic pieces to start the trial recording, and the plastic pieces were in good order in her hands, and there was no mistake at all.

What paint was erased, what edges pierced the paper, did not appear once.