"Please sit down, would you like tea or coffee?" Tobin asked, motioning Zhou Shaoming to sit on the sofa.

"Oh, I'm sorry, let's have a cup of coffee. I wrote this script last night, and I want you to play the most important role in this movie." Zhou Shaoming sat on the sofa and took out the storyboard script.

"Okay, don't worry, I have a lot of time. I just finished filming "Evil Neighbors on the Fourth Floor" and I don't have any scenes to shoot yet." Tobin poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Zhou Shaoming. He poured a cup of tea himself and sipped it slowly.

One bite.

"That's great, ah, I mean you just happen to be my leading actor, it doesn't mean you have no role to play." Zhou Shaoming touched his head awkwardly, he said the wrong thing again.

"Haha, young people don't have to blame themselves. You said nothing wrong. Hey, it's great to be young!" Tobin laughed and looked at Zhou Shaoming with encouraging eyes, which made him feel a little better.

After all, he had suffered too many blows and failures, which cast a psychological shadow on Zhou Shaoming.

"Please, please take a look at my script!" Zhou Shaoming drank the coffee in one gulp and handed the script to Tobin.

Tobin took the script, but did not take a glance at it. Instead, he looked at Zhou Shaoming seriously and asked: "The role of the male protagonist is given to a 57-year-old man? Aren't you writing a romantic love story? Or is it an exciting scene?

A hot gunfight?”

"No, it's not those. The story comes from some nightmares I had when I was a child. If I suddenly woke up and found myself soaked in the bathtub water and couldn't see my fingers, I soon discovered that there was another person in the bathroom. When the other person found the power supply

After the switch turned on the light, I realized that we were both locked in a secret room. The other party claimed that his name was Gordon and that he was a doctor. Both of our feet were tied with thick iron chains, and there was a large puddle on the floor of the secret room.

Lying in a pool of blood was the body of a man who couldn't bear the poison and had committed suicide by swallowing a gun. I found a shabby saw, but it couldn't cut through the chain. What should I do? Should I use a saw to cut off myself?

Legs, how can we escape?" Zhou Shaoming knew that this was not the time to retreat, so he straightened his chest and spoke loudly.

"Oh, who locked you here? How could he come up with such a terrifying thing to deal with you? What does he want to do? And what will you do? Saw off your own legs with your own hands? My God, is it possible?

How can we escape?" Tobin, who was easily caught up in the drama, had a shocked expression on his face and couldn't help but lean forward slightly, as if he wanted to see the answer on Zhou Shaoming's face.

A husky dog ​​suddenly ran over, curiously looked at Zhou Shaoming who occupied its position, then jumped on the sofa and crawled next to Zhou Shaoming obediently.

"Don't be afraid, his name is Sol. I like small animals very much." Tobin said with a smile. Only then did Zhou Shaoming realize that Tobin kept a lot of pets at home.

On the sofa behind me, there was a fat cat lying in a ball, lazily curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly.

"I understand, small animals are cute, and I also like cats, dogs, and the like." Zhou Shaoming stroked Sol the Husky's head and said with a smile.

And the husky Thor felt very comfortable being touched by Zhou Shaoming, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

"So, what kind of wishes do you want to express with this movie?" Tobin is certainly not the kind of ordinary audience who can be deeply immersed in a horror story. He is more keen to notice deeper things.

"Please read the script, Mr. Tobin. Everything you want is in it. I hope movie audiences can appreciate the beauty of life and the meaning of existence amidst the blood and screams."

"Oh? Feeling the beauty of life in the blood? Why do I get more and more confused the more I listen to it? Can a horror movie also become a science and education propaganda film? This is really a very interesting thing." Tobin laughed loudly and began to flip through the pages in his hand.

Storyboard script.

Looking through the pages, frowning from time to time, Tobin seemed to be a teacher marking the papers, while Zhou Shaoming felt like he was the student who was cramming, waiting fearfully for the teacher's comments.

His mood became more and more tense, and his worry about gains and losses became more and more intense. Zhou Shaoming felt like a drowning man sinking into the vast ocean. He held his breath, waiting for the moment of death when he was rescued ashore or completely sank to the bottom of the sea.

Time passed by minute by second, and Tobin watched it very carefully, thinking over every paragraph over and over. He would even close his eyes, lean his head on the sofa, and rub his temples from time to time, as if he was replaying the scene script in his mind.

Everything in it is average.

Zhou Shaoming kept touching Sol, and the force became stronger and stronger. Unable to bear it, Sol ran away angrily and ignored the man who almost touched all his hair.

Finally, Tobin raised his head, stared at Zhou Shaoming's face carefully, and said seriously: "You are too young, you are so young. You are wasting your life!"

Zhou Shaoming's heart seemed to fall from a high peak to an abyss in an instant. The feeling of loss and defeat at that moment was like a rushing tsunami, swallowing him up and leaving him without any chance of survival.

"Mr. Tobin, can you, can you please read the script again?" Zhou Shaoming seemed to be drowning, clutching the last life-saving straw, with some pleading in his tone. He didn't know what to do if

Tobin didn't plan to take on the movie, so who else could he go to?

"No, there's no need to read it anymore." Tobin gently put the script aside and didn't look at it again. He just picked up the tea and took a slow sip. He stared at Zhou Shaoming with knife-like eyes.

There was no hint of ridicule in it, but there was a little pity, a little regret, and even some bloodthirsty and cruelty in his eyes. Zhou Shaoming's heart was wandering with no place to stay. He knew that he had failed.

A complete failure.

I can't help but feel a little self-deprecating in my heart. I, a third-rate college graduate who came from time-traveling and a time-traveler who has great ambitions to become a director in Hollywood, can I complete a movie with a box office of 50 million US dollars? Tianfang Yetan!

The heart that had long been in ruins only persisted because of hope. Zhou Shaoming shook his head with a wry smile.

His eyes were a little moist, and Zhou Shaoming took in a breath with difficulty, trying his best to control himself and his extremely disappointed mood, which was as sharp as a knife.

Looking at the split-shot script next to Tobin, looking at the words he had written stroke by stroke, looking at the dozen or so pages of work that contained his own hard work, Zhou Shaoming suddenly raised his head.

His determined eyes are as bright as stars.

No, no! I will not accept failure, let alone be afraid of failure! Zhou Shaoming clenched his fists, and the courage swept through his body, making him roar in his heart!

God has given me such a perfect opportunity! With a classic movie like Chainsaw, impeccable storyboards, lines, and even the soundtrack and all required materials, how many people in the world can have such an opportunity?

At least, at least Christina will support me! I will never fail!

If Tobin doesn't agree to star, I will find someone else, even if I find a hundred or a thousand people! I have to complete this task, and I have to be worthy of what I say!

Zhou Shaoming stood up, took a deep breath, bowed politely, and said calmly: "I believe my movie will be loved by the audience. But thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Tobin. I'll go first."

Already."

Tobin was noncommittal, just looked at Zhou Shaoming with eyes that were so deep that he couldn't describe it, and suddenly said: "Hello, Mr. Smith Zhou, I want to play a game with you! Most people don't know how to be grateful when they are alive. Don't think that living is...

Of course, life or death is in your hands!"

This, isn't this the lines in the script?

Zhou Shaoming turned around in surprise and looked at the smiling Tobin in disbelief. His lips were trembling with surprise. Only Tobin's voice echoed in his ears: "Hey, Smith Zhou, when I saw the game was going on

When I look at those people, should I look like that just now?"

"Cool, very cool!" Zhou Shaoming, who suddenly understood, said incoherently and extremely excitedly: "Mr. Tobin, so you agree to play the role of Jian Saw?"

"I also want to ask Director Smith Zhou, did I pass the audition just now? I'm sorry that you misunderstood!" Tobin shrugged and laughed heartily.

"Oh, thank God!" Zhou Shaoming alternated between sadness and joy, and his heart was extremely excited. The rush of excitement made him almost jump for joy.

Walking out of Tobin's house, Zhou Shaoming couldn't help but jump up and down. Not only did Tobin agree to play the important role of Saw for free, but he was also very optimistic about the profitability of Saw and generously agreed to invest 100,000 US dollars to participate in the filming. Of course, everyone did not

Although he may have made unnecessary investment, Tobin also enjoys the right to share the box office share.

And Tobin also promised that he would use his connections in the film industry to help Zhou Shaoming find advertisers to place ads as soon as possible to raise the cost of filming.

It was already dusk. Zhou Shaoming got off the bus and walked quickly back to his home. In the crowded Hollywood Square, there would always be some wandering singers with guitars singing heartily, and beautiful and extremely beautiful melodies were noisy.

The world penetrates the soul, just like a clear spring flowing through the soul.

Zhou Shaoming stopped for a moment, threw down a few coins, and walked home with the street singer nodding and smiling.

Everything will be beautiful!
Chapter completed!