With the efforts of several immortal servants, the new photography venue has gradually taken shape, Wuqu Xingjun is also supervising the work next to him, directing his soldiers to help, and Wenqu is standing on a slightly higher hillside, with his hands behind his back, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

"Ah, it's Wenqu Xingjun. ”

"It's so handsome. ”

A few low-level immortal maids didn't know when, they gathered not far away, and became at Wenqu Xingjun in fluttering robes, and let out suppressed screams from time to time.

"Hey, Lord Xingjun looks a little haggard. A fairy maid tilted her head in confusion as if she had discovered something.

"Yes, it seems that it has been cleared a lot, is there something difficult about it? and dark circles. When she said this, several other people also noticed it, and they all made echoing sounds.

Although a few immortal maids were quite far away, their words still reached Wenqu Xingjun's ears word for word.

Wenqu Xingjun, who was standing there posing, immediately coughed, pretended to have a mustache, and quietly performed a small recovery technique on himself, eliminating two barely visible blue circles.

Speaking of which, he doesn't remember how long he hasn't been so serious, after the script was sprayed useless by Director Wang, although he put on a humble look at that time, he was extremely angry in his heart. He also knew that the heavenly court had been closed for a long time, and what he was good at was only poetry and songs, so in the past few days, he really spent some thoughts, used magic to read thousands of film and television scripts in the human world, and watched tens of thousands of films, carefully studied the skills, and also studied how to cast and other related knowledge. After all, this is an errand handed over by the Jade Emperor, if he wants to snatch credit from Tai Bai Xing, he must also have real materials, otherwise he will not be able to make a good film, wouldn't it be a self-smashing signboard.

Wenqu Xingjun is still extremely confident in the script he has in hand after revising it countless times, even a director like Wang Fatzi can't find anything wrong, and while thinking about it, he turned his head to look at the two people who were sitting in the shade of the tree and discussing something.

"What does it mean that the quality of the movie has nothing to do with the script?" Lin Zhihui flipped through the script in his hand and looked at Wang Fatzi suspiciously, a little bit I didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Let's put it this way, this script must be a gold medal at the film and television festival. Wang Fatzi pointed to the notebook in his hand, with a look of disdain: "Of course, Wenqu Xingjun, the writing is naturally not to say, learn the format of the script a little, and then have your story to support it, no matter how big my face is, I dare not say that he writes badly." ”

Lin Zhihui smiled, it is rare for Wang Fat to have a time when he is also modest.

"What are you laughing at, I'm crazy, but that's also crazy capital. Wang Fatzi squinted at Lin Zhihui: "Don't dare to say anything else, it's this script, if I say no, I can't do it." ”

"I don't understand that. Lin Zhihui's curiosity also came up, the previous script was indeed not well written, but now the script in his hand is completely different, although I don't know how Wenqu Xingjun wrote it, but at a glance, I know that he must have done his homework seriously.

"It's actually quite simple. Wang Fatzi didn't hide his selfishness, raised a finger and shook it: "Let me ask you, is a film good, who has the most right to speak? Not the producer, not the director, not the actor, but the audience, for a screenwriter, grasping the audience's preferences is the most important, only if the audience likes it, they will pay for it, we can recover the investment, in order to make money, this is actually the most simple truth." ”

Although I don't know much about things in the film and television industry, Lin Zhihui can also understand Wang Fatzi's statement, this is like writing by yourself, you can only earn money if you have readers to watch it, if you don't have readers, no matter how good it is, please see Pu Songling and Cao Xueqin.

Movies are also commodities, and the same rules naturally apply, no matter what kind of marketing methods are used, the final result is still determined by the audience. In fact, in the earth's film circle, there is also a difference between literary films and commercial films, literary films are to use a theme to convey a kind of thinking or emotion to the audience, this kind of film is usually very niche, that is, the so-called word-of-mouth but no box office, but commercial films have a mature routine, there is always only one purpose, that is, to please the audience, and the goal is clear, it doesn't matter if word of mouth only seeks a high box office.

Among many well-known directors, Wang Fatzi has always been a representative of making commercial films, and he is the best at grasping the audience's preferences, so as long as it is a film directed by him, no matter how unfavorable those film critics are, how low the evaluation in the industry is, and how the audience denigrates his, pee and fart shooting methods. is always the big winner at the box office that year, and every film can be a hit.

"That's pretty much what it means. Wang Fatzi listened to Lin Zhihui's unsystematic analysis, but he was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect him to think like this: "I don't see that you kid still has a little wisdom, how about it, do you want to be my little brother and learn from me?"

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, he didn't have the interest to be a junior brother as a follower, although Wang Fatzi is a good director, but he is not a good master, his advantage belongs to talent, others can't learn if they want to, it can only be said that some people are born to eat the director's bowl of rice.

At this time, the venue over there was almost ready, and a fairy servant came over to invite the two, Lin Zhihui stood up and patted his buttocks, and looked at Wang Fatzi, as if he wanted to do something.

Wang Fatzi waved his hand at him: "Don't worry, I'm not a stunned young man who has just come out of society, and I won't touch a stone with an egg." ”

Lin Zhihui shrugged, he just wanted to remind the other party not to try not to be serious with Wenqu Xingjun, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that he is worrying blindly, the age of Wang Fatzi is about to catch up with his grandfather's generation, when people are rolling in society, he is just a cell if he is not good, where can he be reminded.

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Not to mention that there are immortals who are easy to do, but in just ten minutes, a few photos have been rearranged, and even a few locations have been set up with various phantoms, and they are beautifully placed in it, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a dream or reality, and it can be seen that Lin Zhihui really wants to take out his mobile phone to take hundreds of pictures of it, and there is no need to repair it at all, it is a proper beautiful fairyland.

Wang Fatzi's script is completely commercial, from the beginning, it goes straight to the topic, grabs all the attention of the audience in the shortest possible time, and then advances at a fast pace, constantly causing various contradictions and conflicts, and finally has a general outbreak, so that the audience can read it in one breath, heartily, and will not slip at all, which is commonly known as no urine point in the whole process.

The script of Wenqu Xingjun is slow-paced, like that kind of tradition, using various artistic conceptions and dialogues to tell the story, like a grand masterpiece, only those who can really calm down can read it, but it is not suitable for today's fast-paced viewing needs.

Looking at the fat man Wang who walked forward, Lin Zhihui felt that the subsequent shooting would not stop.