Three days later, in a two-story company building in Luo City.
"You're here."
"I am coming."
Zhang Hong looked at Li Xinran, who seemed to have matured a lot in front of him, and directly put his arm around his shoulders and walked out of the house, "Then don't hesitate, quickly report your ID number. After buying the ticket, we will go directly to Hengdian. We will talk slowly when we get to the set.
By the way, just call me Brother Hong like Luo Yun and others."
Li Xinran didn't quite adapt to his enthusiasm. He staggered a few steps and followed his strength before whispering: "Brother Hong."
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Flying is not like fishing or riding in a car, so of course you don’t need to wear a helmet.
When they arrived at the set, Zhang Hong began to tell Li Xinran about the script of "Idol Legend".
After finishing speaking, Li Xinran thought for a long time and asked: "Brother Zhang... Hong, you want me to write a few songs of different styles, but the lyrics should be positive and uplifting, and suitable for everyone."
background?"
According to Brother Hong, he wants to write rap, passionate songs, and gentle ones.
Anyway, it’s a song without love elements.
"Yes." Zhang Hong said loudly.
"In fact, it's not that difficult." He continued, "It only requires a moment of catching your ears, that is, listening to the music and asking questions, that's enough."
If every song is really a classic, then Li Xinran can write it.
Not to mention Li Xinran, even if Zhang Hong came, he would not be able to think of what song to "carry" for a while.
He really couldn't think of such a topic and a classic song.
Indeed, there were many classic golden songs that had nothing to do with love, but he couldn't remember them.
There were no other classic hits, so I had no choice but to find Li Xinran as the "tool man".
Although the songs he wrote are not as good as the ones he carried, Zhang Hong can pat his conscience and say that the songs written by this guy are pretty good.
Li Xinran took a deep breath and said, "Brother Hong, I'm going to write rap first."
This is what he is best at, and he already has some inspiration just by listening to the script told by Brother Hong.
This rap doesn’t need to be profound or connotative, the main purpose is to be funny.
This is too simple for him.
Seeing how happily he agreed, Zhang Hong's eyes lit up, he hugged his shoulders enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "Brother, I remember you also know how to rock and roll, right?"
Li Xinran nodded: "I understand a little bit, just a little bit."
Brother Hong is such a noble man who forgets many things.
The second episode of the variety show was Rock and Roll, and he killed himself instantly.
"That's good." Zhang Hong began to press forward, "Have you done any research on heavy metal rock? Let's put together a few songs and take a look~"
A confident expression froze on Li Xinran's face, "Ah?"
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When Li Xinran came here, he was very ambitious and wanted to write a few classic songs to show his saintliness in front of others.
As a result, I have now become autistic to the point of locking myself in the house and unable to come out.
Even the meals were provided by his manager.
Otherwise, he might starve to death in there.
They left him alone, but Zhang Hong was already preparing to lead everyone to start shooting.
The first thing to do is naturally traditional arts.
"Achuan, where did you put the three statues?"
When Li Hua took his script to start filming, Lin Chuan took the three statues away with him, saying he wanted to borrow Zhang Hong's luck.
Now most of Li Hua's troops are exhausted.
Therefore, Zhang Hong only left a few key members, and gave the others paid leave to go back to Luo City to rest.
Then he led a large group of people and killed them directly.
So here comes the question, what about Lao Tzu’s “Old King”, “Correct Goddess” and “Foreign Bodhisattva”?
"Come on, Brother Hong!"
Before Lin Chuan made any move, Wang Ye ran over holding three statues.
Zhang Hong was very satisfied.
He smoothly took the statue from Wang Ye and placed it on the table, then patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, "Brother Wang, it's okay. I'll give you a script to practice on another day."
Wang Ye's little eyes widened, his neck turned red with excitement, "It's okay! It should be!"
God's eyes are open!
He claimed that he was the best general under Brother Hong, but in the end he did not achieve anything good.
That’s it, Wang Chen, Luo Jun and others, they are actors.
But why could a later Li Hua film a TV series before him?
Is he really going to get ahead now?
All the hard work really paid off!
The harder you work, the luckier you get! Come on! Wang Ye! You are the best!
Ignoring Wang Ye, who was already deeply moved by himself, Zhang Hong arranged the three sculptures neatly before nodding with satisfaction.
Then he placed the small flower pot that he had prepared in front of the "Correct Goddess" in the middle, then looked back at Lin Chuan, "A Chuan, where are your cigars? Give me three."
Lin Chuan is also a veteran now. As soon as Zhang Hong sticks out his butt, he knows what fart is going to come out of his butt.
His eyes were wary: "Come here! In order to make a TV series, I have very little inventory, and now you want to hack me three times? Even if you are my half-brother!"
Zhang Hong had no choice but to turn to look at Liu Yishou, the old smoker.
Liu Yishou smacked his lips, took out half a bag of He Tianxia from his pocket and threw it to him, "Save it, it's five yuan a piece."
Zhang Hong didn't reply, but directly took out three sticks, and then put the remaining half of the bag into his pocket naturally.
After that, he lit three cigarettes, led everyone to bow respectfully three times, and finally put the cigarette into the small flowerpot in front of the statue.
Everyone has become accustomed to it, only Wu Dingguo is confused, "What is he...doing?"
He came here specially to attend the opening ceremony today, and then he would rush back to the capital.
He is not like Liu Yishou and Sun Zheng, who are idle. He is very busy, so it is a great honor to be able to take the time to come here today.
Although Zhang Hong never thought of coming over to him.
The good old man Sun Zheng touched his bald head and explained with a smile: "This is Xiaohong's own invention. He doesn't believe it, but he can't stand others believing it, so he doesn't bother to find Guan Gong, Zhao Caishen or the like, so he just
I sorted myself out.
Originally, Lao Wang, the True Goddess and the Foreign Bodhisattva were all just drawn, but his crew, Lin Chuan, specially hired someone to carve these three statues."
Wu Dingguo squinted his eyes due to the reflection from his bald head and asked in confusion: "Old Wang? The correct goddess? The foreign Bodhisattva? What is it?"
Never heard of it.
Speaking of which, these three statues are also strange.
One looks like a human being, but he has a cross hanging around his neck, a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, a whisk in his right hand, a cassock on his body, and a lama hat on his head.
Another female sculpture is black and white, with a bald head and colorful clothes. She holds ears of wheat in her hands and has a cat and a dog under her feet.
Finally, there is an octopus head with wings, limbs and body.
What are these?
"The goddess of correctness, overseas bodhisattvas, and the chief priest of Shaolin Temple's Wudang Mountain office, Lama Wang, referred to as Lao Wang." Sun Zheng explained.
"Wait a minute! I'm a little dizzy." Wu Dingguo raised his hand and rubbed his eyes that were blinded by the reflection of his bald head, and said, "What the hell?"
Sun Zheng: "..."
He will not perform the same water character routine a second time.
"I understand, can we officially start filming?" Faced with his silence, Wu Dingguo stopped pursuing it, "I just want to see how he filmed, and then I went back to the capital."
Liu Yishou nodded and called Zhang Hong to ask.
Zhang Hong did not delay. After instructing the venue attendants to move the tables, flower pots, and statues down, he clapped his hands and said, "The shooting has officially started!"
He pulled his little cousin, who had been confused, over and said with a smile: "I'll leave it to you in the first shot and the first scene. After being hit by a car, the way Wia hung up and flew was more natural."