Chapter 367 367, Xiamen Trip (End)

With a short story, a shooting time of less than a minute, and the lens being shot by Sun Hao’s personal photographer Ning Hao, in less than half an hour, an interesting mobile phone advertisement was released.

Zhang Yimou feels that this should be it!

It doesn't matter whether it's money or not, as long as Sun Hao is returned as a favor, this will save this naughty boy from trying to torture him anymore.

For example, he recommended Zeng Li over again...

Unexpectedly, things were not that simple. Just when Zhang Yimou wanted to take off his clothes, Sun Hao came again.

"Director, have you seen Mr. Bean's works?"

"Well..., I've seen it!"

"Okay, let me tell you about the content of the next commercial..."

"Uh..., no!"

Zhang Yimou felt something was wrong. If I help you shoot an advertisement, I will shoot an advertisement. It's a favor, it doesn't matter, but what's going on if you ask me to shoot another advertisement?

However, he still moved slowly. When he wanted to reach out and stop Sun Hao, he had already spoken.

"Director, I forgot to tell you, what I filmed was actually a short commercial. It was the first scene just now, and now we are shooting the second scene.

The plot is like this. There is a bench on the roadside. Hu Jing is sitting on the chair with a player and listening to music. The song is a little too loud, which wakes you who is squinting slightly at the other end of the bench. You motion for her to put on her headphones, but she Do not listen.

So you took out your phone and started playing music, and then... Then the two of you started fighting. She turned up the volume, and you turned up the volume on your phone.

In the end, the radio player in Hu Jing's hand started to smoke, but the sound quality of your mobile phone was still clear. "

"Um…"

Zhang Yimou finally understood the story idea.

If the commercial clip just now showed the drop resistance of Maimang mobile phones, then this commercial clip is about the sound quality and volume of Maimang mobile phones.

But there was one thing that Zhang Yimou felt he had to ask clearly.

"Sun Hao, are you sure this is the last paragraph?"

"of course not!"

"Then..., there are a few more paragraphs, please tell them as well."

"good!"

Sun Hao readily agreed and began to preach in a coherent manner:

"Director, Yan Danchen is a young student, riding a bicycle and wandering on the road. As a result, her Maimang mobile phone fell from her pocket and fell to the ground.

She stopped her bicycle and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but before she could take action, you rode on top of her on a waste-collecting tricycle...

At this time, you must be nervous. Today's business hasn't opened yet, and I will lose a lot of money.

But at this time, Yan Danchen generously picked up the phone from the ground, looked at it in his hand, then smiled at you and said, "It's okay, uncle, this is Maimang!" "

…

"Director, Li Bingbing is a company executive. Her favorite thing to do is to listen to music in the office in her free time.

But today, as soon as she put the disc into the CD and pressed the play button, melodious singing sounded in the office.

Turning around, Li Bingbing saw you cleaning the room and took out your phone from your pocket.

At this time, you also felt that Li Bingbing was paying attention to you, so you raised your head and said with a simple smile, Maimang, music phone! "

…

After listening to seven story ideas in a row, Zhang Yimou felt like he was going to die. Is he still filming commercials?

This is clearly a TV series being filmed, and these little stories are connected with each other, except that he didn’t explicitly ask me to give him the lead role.

Just when Zhang Yimou was about to get angry, Sun Hao stretched out his hand, and Zeng Li immediately handed over a bag with a book, a stack of paper and an agreement.

"Hehe... Director, I asked Sister Hua about it, and he didn't know your worth in advertising. So, the reward I gave you is a bit special. It is the right to adapt a novel and I adapted it with my own shallow knowledge. movie script.

The original novel "Diary of a Nagguanfu" was adapted into a movie script called "The Embalmer". "

"oh…"

Hearing this, Zhang Yimou suddenly became interested and put the unhappiness he just felt out of his mind.

[Winter, East Henan

An old hearse was driving on a snow-covered country road.

inside the car

Lao Chen from the county funeral home was sitting in the passenger seat smoking a cigarette, while Xie Zhangzhu, a college student who had just been assigned the funeral major from Shancheng Urban Management Vocational College, was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel.

Xie Zhangzhu’s inner monologue: I remember the winter when I was a child was not so cold.

The hearse drove towards the village covered with a thin layer of snow.

Village Residence·Exterior Scene (Li Laogen’s House)

The hearse stopped in front of a house with toilet paper on the outer door...】

………

Once a person is motivated, he will be very efficient no matter what he does.

According to Sun Hao's plan, the shooting of seven very short advertising clips started at eight o'clock in the morning and could be completed at about three o'clock in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, everyone finished work at 1:30 in the afternoon.

The place for lunch is still the same straw hut as last night, and the chef is still the fat boss. But the difference is that Zhang Yimou was holding the movie script "The Embalmer" in his hand even while eating today. He was fascinated by it, and sometimes there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

Sun Hao knew that Zhang Yimou must have been moved by the situation. After all, his old father had just passed away not long ago.

"Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"I filmed this movie script." Zhang Yimou raised his head.

"It's originally for you. You help me shoot the commercial and I'll pay you." Sun Hao said with a smile.

But Zhang Yimou shook his head.

"Sun Hao, you don't understand what I mean.

I mean, Wei Ping used to shoot this kind of movie, but not now. He wants to shoot blockbusters like you and go to the European and American film market to earn dollars and pounds.

Therefore, I hope you can invest in this movie, and you can help me revise the movie script."

"Well..., OK!" Sun Hao thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

"No other requirements?"

Seeing Sun Hao agreeing readily, Zhang Yimou was a little uncomfortable. This guy is a man who doesn't want to suffer any loss.

"Why, do you want me to?"

"Uh..., no, no!" Zhang Yimou waved his hand quickly.

………

“Action!”

“I’m not injured or burned, I just got a few hairs burned when I came out!”

“Hospitalized?

I was hospitalized because I choked on a few puffs of smoke, and the factory leaders were afraid that something might happen, so they asked me to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days.”

At the entrance of Damai Technology, Hu Jing, wearing a yellow dress, was young and beautiful, swinging her body proudly while talking on the phone.

At this time, Tian Zheng, wearing black trousers and a white short-sleeved T-shirt, stood at the gate with a black bag on his left shoulder.

Seeing him, Hu Jing first waved at him, and then hurriedly said to the phone: “Okay, no more, take care of yourself, I have something to do.”

“Cut!”

As soon as the scene was filmed here, Sun Hao immediately called a stop.

“What’s wrong, director?”

Hu Jing was puzzled. She felt that her performance was very good, especially her emotions, which were very full. Why was she called a cut?

"Old Hu, what were you holding just now?"

"Phone..."

As soon as the two words came out of her mouth, Hu Jing's face turned red.

"I'm sorry, director, it's my fault. I mistook the telephone receiver for a mobile phone and wanted to press it as soon as I took it off my ear!"