Whenever a subliminal actor with important roles and wonderful performances dies suddenly in the play, Zhou Mo can feel the strong artistic atmosphere from it, and cherish the beauty of life in reality even more.
not to mention……
In the world of "Corpse House", Zhang Guangmu also received lunch boxes twice.
For Zhou Mo, that would be even more wonderful.
"It would be great if the ending of "Armor Age: Cold Light" was the same as this one."
When Zhou Mo said this, he paused for a moment, his face full of regret.
He looked at Zhang Guangmu with a faint look and sighed: "Although your performance is very good, it is not what I want."
"The Hanguang Human King in Area S sacrificed his life for the human race, and this sacrifice turned out to be useless in the end. This is the artistic picture I long for."
"Hey, an ending that is too happy is not beautiful."
These are Zhou Mo’s true words.
He really felt that Zhang Guangmu was too strong as a subconscious actor.
Thinking about it carefully, Zhou Mo felt that it was a bit outrageous.
He is obviously just a young boy who has just debuted for a year, so it is okay to call him a young man, but...
What Zhang Guangmu lacks most now is time and knowledge, isn't it?
Where did he get so many abilities?
Zhou Moxun thought that this person had not participated in many special training camps...
"Zhang Guangmu's only shortcoming is that he is too capable. Most stories can come to a perfect ending."
Hearing this, the studio assistants and subconscious actors nearby all felt that Zhou Mo praised Zhang Guangmu too much.
But……
Judging from his expression and listening to his tone, it seemed that he was indeed telling the truth, without any hint of hypocrisy.
Zhou Mo has always been a guy who goes his own way.
He ignored everyone's strange gazes, focused his eyes on Zhang Guangmu, and said in a tone that was almost an aria: "[Venus with Broken Arms] is the eternal work of the ancient Greek sculptor Alexandros."
"Other so-called [perfect] works have all disappeared in the long river of history."
"To this day, how many people know about the rest of his works?"
Having said this, Zhou Mo turned his head and looked at Meng Lingrui with jealousy on his face: "It's a pity, it's a pity that you have run into all this good luck."
Director Meng Lingrui couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing these words.
Zhang Guangmu, who had been silent next to him, finally couldn't help but make a small suggestion: "If you are really not satisfied with the content of [Lord of the Earth], just edit it."
"Just delete the content of [Lord of the Earth] directly."
"That part of the content can be regarded as a little easter egg that only viewers who follow the update know about it. Those who watch it later can only learn about it through other people's retelling."
Meng Lingrui was stunned when he heard these words.
She initially took this statement as a joke.
But looking at Zhang Guangmu's expression, he didn't seem to be joking.
After Meng Lingrui tasted the performance carefully, his eyes gradually became brighter: "The authorities are obsessed, but the onlookers know clearly. This is indeed the truth! I am too stingy and reluctant to delete any wonderful performances, because from my perspective
, there is nothing wrong with the [Strategist] and [Lord of the Earth] you played. If someone doesn’t like the latter, it’s my fault - I didn’t give enough foreshadowing and role for the finalist, so I reversed it.
It would seem a little abrupt.”
"That's why I'm reluctant to delete any of your scenes."
"Since you have no objections, then..."
"That's it!" "The audience who will watch "The Corpse Mansion" later will only see the part where the [strategist] sent the survivors out of the building and committed suicide in order to prevent themselves from mutating..."
As Meng Lingrui spoke, his mind was filled with thoughts.
She puts herself in someone else's shoes and puts herself into the perspective of the audience. She feels that it would be a pity if she could only hear the second half of what others retell.
As Zhou Mo said, imperfection is eternity in another sense!
The feeling of "regret" that Meng Lingrui felt seemed to be no less than the "perfection" she once pursued.
Even, on some levels, it is even worse.
"very good!"
The more Meng Lingrui thought about it, the happier he became, and the eyes he looked at Zhang Guangmu became softer: "Thank you very much for your suggestion! I will arrange for someone to do it right away... No, I will do it myself right away!"
Hearing Zhang Guangmu's proposal, Zhou Mo was stunned. He actually didn't raise any objections. His eyes even flickered and the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he had thought of something interesting.
Tragic people just like to torture others.
Especially the "magic damage" aimed at the spiritual level can make him feel happier.
However, Zhang Guangmu was not paying attention to Zhou Mo at the moment.
But Director Meng Lingrui...
She turned around and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back and said to Zhang Guangmu: "That's right!"
"Because you played two roles, I originally wanted to help you apply for double the salary."
"As a result, my opinions were not fully adopted."
"Even so, you can get at least 1.5 times the salary this time!"
Looking at Meng Lingrui's embarrassed look, Zhang Guangmu felt that he was too polite.
How many directors like this are there?
Despite how much Lao Qian and Boss Cao boasted about themselves, they actually didn't get a few cents more for themselves.
Meng Lingrui is currently the most miserable person in the elite director club. He has appeared in countless films in a row, but at the critical moment he still applied for 1.5 times the salary for himself.
Just one word...
Thumbs up!
Next time Meng directs a movie, as long as the script is not a bad one, Zhang Guangmu feels that he can consider taking it.
As if to confirm Meng Lingrui's words, Zhang Guangmu's cell phone rang.
"I always like to smile at cold people. People on the shore have nothing to do with their faces. The world is short-lived and everything disappears into smoke..."
Such special exclusive ringtones often mean one thing!
The dragon shield has arrived!
"You have a new transfer, the type is film remuneration, the amount is 732, do you want to confirm the receipt?"
"yes!"
Zhang Guangmu shook the black jade bracelet, and a line of data appeared on his personal terminal: "The available balance in your current account is: 3025 dragon shields."
2293→3025!
Zhang Guangmu’s wealth broke through the 3,000 mark for the first time!
This time, it can be said to be the ultimate bumper harvest.
The total account amount has almost increased by one-third!
This is the first time in Zhang Guangmu's life that he has seen so much money.
Thinking on the bright side, you will only make money faster and faster in the future, and you will be getting closer and closer to achieving your first small goal!
After chatting with Zhou Mo, Jiang Ling, Ma Wu and others, Zhang Guangmu left the production building.
After a shopping spree, he used his Samsung subconscious actor privileges and took a free ride back home.
In the fragrant sandalwood house, the maple furniture has a faint sheen of oil, and the refreshing and non-greasy aroma is refreshing.
Seeing Zhang Guangmu's return, Yue Cake angrily raised her soft white cat paw, pointed at the virtual screen, and meowed cursingly, looking like she was complaining. Even the custom-made crispy dried fish that was brought to her mouth was not enough.
Let her calm down.
(There will be another chapter four hours later, which is the daily transition chapter between Zhang Guangmu and Moon Cake. It can be skipped. It is recommended that my friends go to bed early~)