"Mr. Kimura, when will your "Gate of Underworld" be filmed? What kind of story is this?"

"The Gate of Underworld is a story about the world and the Underworld. I invited the popular actress Yamaguchi Kiko to participate, and specially invited the famous Korean actor Kim Jong-hung to participate. As for the shooting date? Haha, it will probably be at the end of next month..."

"Mr. Kimura, what are your expectations for this work?"

"Haha, actually, the goal is not very high. As long as it can reach the global box office of 50 million!"

"Oh my God, your total investment is over 500 million yen, and the box office is 50 million. This... you are joking."

"Fifty million dollars!"

"Wow!"

“…”

It's late at night.

After saying goodbye to Yang Rong, Shen Lang returned to the company and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he simply took his cell phone and started to look.

Just right...

He caught an interview video of an acquaintance, Muraki Kimura.

In the video, amid a scream, Mr. Kimura showed a confident smile on his lips.

At this moment, he does have the capital of confidence.

Just won the grand prize at the Venice Film Festival, and the new script received a project investment of 500 million yen (equivalent to RMB 32 million). With some all kinds of advertising fees, Kimura may be able to make a fuss.

“Very good, very good!”

Shen Lang squinted his eyes after watching the interview video about Kimura Kio, then looked down at a stack of information about R-book horror films and Chinese horror films on his hand. After watching it, he searched the Internet for many ratings of the current horror film market in the film industry and various comments from fans...

"The entry point of Chinese horror movies is strange, and the cost is spent on things that should not be spent..."

“A lot of things can be omitted…”

"Most Chinese horror movies are attracted by the heroine's figure, and then in horror, the heroine will show off something, and then..."

"Basically, all Chinese horror movies use all kinds of inexplicable routines. For example, some places should not be gone, so he went there without saying a word, and there was no logical reason. The audience was tired of such a bloody routine, and there was definitely no market..."

"And it's right, I said I'm going to finish the last shift, but I'm dead before I finish the station... Well, it's bloody..."

"New, the market needs new, and old things will eventually be eliminated!"

“…”

As he analyzed, Shen Lang's eyelids became so thick that they were extremely thick. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he remembered that he had a very long dream...

He seemed to dream of an orphanage, but there was no child in the orphanage...

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The next morning, Shen Lang got up early and walked towards Teacher Zhang Sheng’s cafe.

When Shen Lang walked in, Shen Lang saw Zhang Sheng drinking morning tea alone, and there was no one in the cafe.

"Come?" When he saw Shen Lang pushing the door open, Zhang Sheng nodded to Shen Lang.

"Yeah, here we come..."

"Sit down, what do you want to drink?"

"Just do it."

"Okay, I happen to have a prepared latte here."

"Um."

Zhang Sheng doesn't seem to like light very much, and he always likes to sit in the darkness in the corner.

After he handed Shen Lang a cup of hot latte, he looked at Shen Lang's bag again.

"The script is brought?"

"Yeah, I brought it."

"I'll take a look..."

"good!"

"Do you bring a bunch of contracts every time you go out?"

"Ahem, just for emergencies. If you don't prepare a contract when you sign it, it's so embarrassing."

"hehe."

When Zhang Sheng saw Shen Lang take out the script and shake the contract a little, he unconsciously shook his head.

Zhang Yijun had commented on Shen Lang before, that is, this guy is basically not empty-handed when he goes out...

It seems that it makes sense.

"Shen Lang, I watched the news. Your movie has hired a lot of non-professionals, and the investment is only about two million?"

"Well, yes, the few fellow villagers in my hometown have invested 500,000 yuan, advertising sponsorship fees of 500,000 yuan, and I personally invested 1 million..." Shen Lang nodded.

"If you invest two million yuan, you can't hire a good actor..."

"Uncle Zhang, say something more literary, I think everyone can be a good actor, as long as he has his own script and story..."

"Shen Lang, you are quite confident." After Zhang Sheng looked at Shen Lang who was extremely serious, he laughed.

"I didn't have confidence before, but "Our Youth" gave me a lot of confidence. Of course, I don't think I am a very powerful screenwriter, but now I have the cost of trial and error. Even if my new movie fails, I can't starve to death..."

"What do you think is a good screenwriter?"

"The person who tells the story well is called a writer or screenwriter, and the person who makes the story well is called a director..." Facing Zhang Sheng, Shen Lang had no pressure at all, but answered Zhang Sheng's words calmly as if he were of the same level.

"You are like a sword that is unsheathed, with a strong sharpness..."

"Uncle Zhang, you can see that I am very sharp, but I have sharpened my sword for many years..."

"You have just graduated from college, why do you speak so old-fashioned..." Zhang Sheng was inexplicably amused and crying after looking at Shen Lang's expression.

"Hehe, Uncle Zhang, if you talk to you like a little kid, will you still put me at the same level as you? If it is unequal, I probably won't be able to sign your contract..."

"Haha." Zhang Sheng laughed, "Shen Lang, how do you plan to shoot this movie?"

"I divided the characters into two categories, one is an important role, such as Uncle Zhang, you play a murderer in the movie..."

"Murderer? The kind with a knife?"

"No! You don't have any weapons in your hands. Apart from the murderer, I hope to treat you as a curse of fate..."

"It is not easy to pass the trial of feudal superstition..."

"So, I'll call you a murderer..."

"Since I am a murderer, what should I do in the movie? The description of me in your script seems to be only two sentences, one sentence is a person who does not exist, the other sentence is a person who can kill people with eyes... Even, you only mark the people I have killed with A, B, C, and D... Shen Lang, eyes can kill people, how do you kill people? Just like Medusa's?" After opening the script, Zhang Sheng looked at his character profile strangely, and then became interested.

"Uncle Zhang, unlike Medusa, Medusa is a petrified person, and the character you are here is really killing people with your eyes... There is no line throughout the whole process..."

"Interesting, keep talking..."

"Uncle Zhang, I once saw a person who killed someone with a spoon, a chilling existence. You can't kill him with a gun or a knife. What he does every day is to hit you with a spoon, spoon by spoon, whether you are sleeping, going to the bathroom, or eating... But others can't see this murderer holding a spoon..."

"This is quite novel." When Zhang Sheng heard Shen Lang say this, he felt very strong in an instant.

"Actually, I wanted to use a spoon at the beginning, but then I gave up..."

"Why not? This is a very gimmick tool."

"A banana has been reported by these people. So, I don't have any weapons. I'll just stare at you. You can't report that my character's eyes are too poisonous. Let's take the kids..." Shen Lang spread his hands. "A lot of them assume that if the eyes can kill people, then this person has died N times, so I might as well take this sentence seriously..."

"Haha, Shen Lang, then what should I do as a character? What should I do?" Zhang Sheng laughed.

"No need to do anything, Uncle Zhang, you just need to stare at the person blankly. Uncle Zhang, you are very fierce, not like a good person... Cough cough... In short, you don't need to put on makeup..."

"So, I deserve to play the villain?" When Zhang Sheng heard this, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Cough, cough, Uncle Zhang, isn't it a pity for you to not use such a good resource? Since I saw you for the first time, I have been sympathetic and involuntarily, and then I can't help it..."

"Okay, okay, you're still panting when you say you're fat, Shen Lang, remember, there's no ghost in this movie, otherwise you can't pass the review, do you understand? Also, don't just pass the review in China and then release it abroad. This behavior has a very poor impact. If it's not because you are a new director, have a little innovative consciousness, and the deputy director Chen Shen has some energy, you will have to ban the director at least for a year..."

"I understand. Uncle Chen also helped me speak, hehe..." Shen Lang laughed.

"The new directors in China over the years... are simply worse than those of the generation. Look at what they are shooting, stupid donkeys and horses... Look at Hollywood... Many people blame the relevant departments and say that the relevant departments have killed creativity, but they don't think about it. Can the things they shoot be released? It's not that we don't understand art, but that sensational art with different swords..." Zhang Sheng didn't say anything, but sighed in a sigh.

"Uncle Zhang... You seem to have a story..." Shen Lang was stunned, and then he felt keenly that the reason why Zhang Sheng suddenly called him over this time seemed to be a different point of view. He should have thought of some past events, or...

Zhang Sheng left the relevant departments, right?

What does it have to do with?

Shen Lang then narrowed his eyes.

"Shen Lang, I know you are very powerful, and I don't hide it from you. I asked you here today because I saw your movie title "Gate of the Underworld"..."

"This name is illegal?"

"It's not considered a violation, but Kimura's new movie is called "Gate of the Underworld". After contacting Zhao Yu's "Our Youth" and your "Our Youth", I probably understood something..." Zhang Sheng showed a trace of memories.
To be continued...