"Look at this again. Wang Fatzi quickly edited a set of pictures and showed them to Lin Zhihui.

He will be in a good mood, there is no Wenqu Xingjun to make trouble next to him, the whole follow-up filming process, really let him enjoy it, just ask which director in the world, have the opportunity to point at the nose of the fairy and scold, the other party does not dare to fight back, can only be obedient, which makes Wang Fatzi's self-confidence extremely inflated, and he feels that he is really the first person in the world throughout the ages.

With this feeling, it is natural to need an audience to cheer, and Lin Zhihui has become the best candidate.

Lin Zhihui watched it very seriously, I don't know how Wang Fatzi's character is, but his authority in movies is beyond doubt, but not everyone has the opportunity to watch him cut the film with his own eyes.

This fragment, Wang Fatzi edited it in an orthodox way, which is the kind that Wenqu Xingjun said before, from facial expressions to action details, multiple angles and multiple pictures are repeated, which can be said to be comprehensive.

If you take it out separately, these two pieces are just different expressions, and it's hard to say which one is better, but the so-called no contrast, there is no harm, put together, the advantages of the former are highlighted, even if there is no sluggish expression, whether it is from the rhythm or the picture, it is more in line with the aesthetic trend of the world than the latter.

"That's the difference. Wang Fatzi took out a cigarette out of nowhere, took a deep breath, and clicked the screen with his hand: "To put it bluntly, movies are a commodity, and they are used to exchange money when they are filmed, don't give me any art, in the final analysis, it's all about making money, working in vain, and no star will agree, so my filming philosophy is very simple, just one, the audience is God." As long as I grasp the letter, I can guarantee that I will have food for the rest of my life in the director's industry. ”

Lin Zhihui nodded, he still agrees with Wang Fatzi's point of view, this is like he writes, he has always taken the reader's preferences as the criterion, and he is also very clear about his positioning, he is an Internet writer, and he will not think that he wants to convey any beliefs to the society, as long as it can make readers feel happy when they watch him, it is already his greatest pursuit.

Wang Fatzi is a journeyman, and the two of them cut while talking, and quickly completed the editing work.

......

When Lin Zhihui opened his eyes, he found that he was still sitting in front of the computer, and his first reaction was to reach out and pinch his thigh hard, grinning in pain, and then he was relieved.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, he met a dog's face, and Candle Ying looked at him with contempt as if she was looking at a mentally retarded person, snorted with her nose, and turned her head on the sofa to continue staring at the TV.

Lin Zhihui patted his leg a little embarrassed, he had been on Penglai Island for too long, and he almost forgot that he still had an oil bottle at home.

I glanced at it and saw a brown paper bag on the table, with the word "copy" written on it in traditional Chinese, and opened it to see that there was a plate of movie tape inside.

Wang Fatzi completed his task and was sent away, and Tai Baixing handed over the task of distribution to Lin Zhihui, and he was responsible for finding channels, arranging screenings and other affairs.

This is a bit difficult, Lin Zhihui scratched his head, his understanding of movies is limited to a few major theaters, and he doesn't know how to start at all, do you want to walk into a theater casually and tell people that I want to show it?

Lin Zhihui thought about it, he could only find Ye Anrong and think that there was no way, he took out his mobile phone to make a call, and then he saw the time on the screen, and there was less than an hour, and it was about to reach zero o'clock.

He hasn't updated today.

Lin Zhihui made a move, suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, looked at the date, and sure enough, it was midnight the next day, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly threw his mobile phone aside, and hurried up the time code, although he didn't sign a contract, and there was no full attendance award, but he constantly asked for himself, no matter whether there was anyone supervising or not, he couldn't let the skylight open.

......

I don't know if it's because I stayed on Penglai Island for too long, my biological clock is disordered, or because I overdrew my physical strength last night in order to catch up, in short, Lin Zhihui slept until the sun was setting, and he was woken up by a burst of mobile phone ringtones.

picked up the phone and glanced at it, it was Ye Anrong, Lin Zhihui wiped his face vigorously and connected the phone.

"Well, I happen to have something to do, I want to ask you for help, I can't say it on the phone, let's make an appointment to talk. Ye Anrong naturally wanted to sign the contract, and when he heard Lin Zhihui say this, he didn't object, and set the time to two hours later.

Lin Zhihui simply packed up, stuffed the strap into his backpack, and went straight to the subway station.

I don't know if Ye Anrong is still holding a grudge against the last time, it was the rush hour, Lin Zhihui lived in a remote outer ring line, and wanted to go to the appointment on time, only by taking the subway could he do it, Lin Zhihui relied on his excellent physique and flexible response, and finally came to the gate of the Kaida Group with all his mustaches and tails.

Looking at the brightly dressed white-collar elites around him, Lin Zhihui wiped his sweat, and for the first time felt that the place where he lived was too remote, and now he was also a person with savings, and he should move to the city if he had time.

Walking into Kaida Building with a backpack, Lin Zhihui, who was dressed as a pauper, was immediately interrogated enthusiastically by the security guard, and when he heard that he was looking for Ye Anrong, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise that he concealed, as if he couldn't figure out how Miss Ye could intersect with such a person.

"Yes, okay. I understand. After the security uncle confirmed it again and again, he put down the walkie-talkie and handed Lin Zhihui a pass: "Please go to the right side of the hall and take the No. 6 direct elevator, Mr. Ye's secretary will lead the way for you." ”

Lin Zhihui used a slight force, pulled the pass card in the security guard's hand, turned around and walked into the elevator on the right side of the hall under the shroud of the uncle's strange gaze.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Zhihui?" The elevator door opened, looking at the man in front of him in a cheap T-shirt and jeans, the face of the secretary in a professional suit was instantly distorted, and the stylized voice couldn't help but raise the tone by half a quarter.

Lin Zhihui nodded calmly, putting on a posture of being a pampered and unfazed person.

"Please follow me. Miss Secretary quickly retracted her expression, turned to lead the way, and led him to the office at the end of the hallway.

The door was pushed open, the sunlight was scattered all over the room, and Ye Anrong sat behind the desk, as if he had been crossed with a layer of light, which was extremely dazzling.

"It was on time. Ye Anrong raised his head and glanced at Lin Zhihui.

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, he could guarantee that in the moment just now, he clearly saw the smile in Ye Anrong's eyes, sure enough, women are grudges, and the more beautiful the woman, the more so.

The secretary brought the guests in, served two cups of tea, and withdrew, although she was extremely curious about Lin Zhihui's identity, but she cherished this job more, no boss likes to gossip employees, especially Ye Anrong.