Mo Lang did not dare believe it, but he did not want to think badly of Fang Zhao. Fang Zhao's "100-Year Period of Destruction" had been pretty good.
"What is Fang Zhao's background? Does he have any special experiences? "Mo Lang asked one of the assistants.
The assistant was in charge of helping Mo Lang organize all sorts of information.
Hearing Mo Lang's question, the assistant immediately replied, "Fang Zhao is young, but he has more special experiences than others."
"Oh?" This time, Mo Lang was really curious.
He usually did not pay attention to matters outside of the arts. Previously, when he had investigated Fang Zhao, he had only investigated composing. He had not paid attention to anything else. But now, there were too many suspicious points about Fang Zhao.
The assistant had previously helped Mo Lang sort out Fang Zhao's information, so he was able to answer quickly. From Fang Zhao's graduation to his debut with the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series, to his sudden fame in the game, to his military service, and so on, the assistant briefly recounted to Mo Lang all the important events that had happened.
Mo Lang's expression was one of astonishment, regret, and dissatisfaction. "He even went into acting?!"
"Yes, according to the information we found, he was the historical consultant for the 'Founding Era Yanzhou chapter' and was also invited by the music team. Later on, he even fought for the role of 'Fang Zhao' and had a lot of scenes. Even now, he frequently films on set."
"No wonder he only submitted one draft!" Mo Lang did not approve of composers acting in movies and TV series. Wasn't it better to put more effort into composing?
However, Fang Zhao was pardonable.
Even if Mo Lang was not an actor and did not follow TV series, he knew how difficult it was! But Fang Zhao had beaten other skilled veteran actors and won the role. Until now, the actor had not been replaced, which showed that there were no problems with his acting skills.
"So..."
Mo Lang looked at the manuscript in his hand and muttered softly.
"If this kid was too immersed in his character, he might have been able to produce such a work. If that was the case... it is really astonishing talent!"
Hearing Fang Zhao's experiences, Mo Lang somewhat believed that Fang Zhao had composed this work on his own.
Thinking of something, Mo Lang suddenly got up and returned to the workshop. He opened the script file and flipped to the timeline of Fang Zhao's manuscript.
"Yanzhou chapter... season nine... Ah, here! Why did you submit it here? "
The song was not intense or sorrowful. It was different from other people's styles, but it had an additional...
Mo Lang's lips trembled a few times before he suddenly slammed the table in excitement. "Yes! That's it! "
The four assistants standing outside felt their hearts tremble. They really wanted to say, "Take it easy!" Calm down, don't get too excited!
After all, he was old and tired. The four assistants were especially worried about Grandpa Mo's physical condition. Once he was immersed in his work, he would not care about anything else. Especially after his retirement, it was common for him to forget to eat and sleep, and he had even fainted from hunger many times in order to compose. Now that he was here, the four assistants were taking turns to guard him, afraid that he would lose consciousness if they were not careful.
Mo Lang was still inside, muttering something to himself in a low voice. The four assistants couldn't hear him clearly, but they could see that Mo Lang was so excited that his hands were trembling, and his old face was glowing with the glory of enlightenment.
Having been by Venerable Mo's side for so long, they could not remember the last time Venerable Mo had been this excited. But now, he was actually this excited because of a musical score that Fang Zhao had submitted.
Mo Lang took a deep breath and told his assistant, "Inform Fang Zhao. Tell him to make a trip here!"
After saying that, Mo Lang flipped through his contact list and called Roman, the production team's executive director.
Roman had been badly battered these past two days. As filming progressed, not only was the pressure on the actors increasing, but he himself was as busy as a spinning top. He wished he could split himself into two. The dark circles under his eyes had deepened, and his temper was even more irritable than before. His face was black all day long.
At this moment, Roman was lecturing someone. A certain big-shot actor had secretly drunk a little yesterday and had an additional filming assignment at the last minute. His mental state could not keep up and he kept making mistakes. Roman just happened to catch him. He had hit the nail on the head.
Just as he was about to flip out, Roman heard his personal phone ring. It was an internal phone on the set, and it was a call from someone he had no choice but to answer.
Roman fished the phone out of his pocket and glanced at it. The angry expression on his face receded slightly, and he walked over to the pantry to answer the call. His tone became respectful. "Venerable Mo? What? Are you asking about Fang Zhao? "
Roman had originally thought that Venerable Mo was calling to talk about a certain scene's accompaniment music. He had not expected that Venerable Mo would actually ask about Fang Zhao.
"That's right. That kid is still filming … Lately? His screen time has decreased a lot, but I heard that he's under a lot of pressure and is too immersed in his character. Sigh, you don't know, but actors in a production crew are all like that. At times like this, no one can relax … But his physical condition is still alright. He can eat eight boxed meals a day and still go out for a run and hit sandbags … That's right, his screen time will end in season nine … That's right, that's right! That kid is indeed a genius! Not your average genius! I was the one who discovered him! "
The rest of the cast and crew could only see Roman's movements and expressions through the glass window. They could not hear what he was saying, but quite a number of people could see that Roman's gradually smiling face.
"That's weird. It's rare for Roman to have such a pleasant expression today. He's smiling so happily. Who is he talking to?" someone whispered to the person beside him.
The actor who had just been lectured heaved a sigh of relief. He had finally passed today's hurdle. Now that Roman was in a good mood, he would not continue lecturing others.
In the pantry, Roman answered Mo Lang's question. Although Mo Lang did not say why he was asking about Fang Zhao, Roman could tell that Mo Lang thought very highly of Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao was under a lot of pressure now. He was so immersed in his character that he could eat eight boxed meals a day. These were all rumors that Roman had heard from the cast and crew. As for whether it was true or not, Roman did not verify it. He simply did not have the time. Now that Mo Lang had asked, he just replied casually.
Mo Lang did not ask too much. After a few more sentences, he hung up.
Roman recalled Mo Lang's tone over the phone and could not help but chuckle. To be able to receive praise from a top-notch artist like Mo Lang, Fang Zhao was really capable!
"This pair of all-seeing eyes of mine, how did they grow up? They're really too amazing!"
Elsewhere, after Fang Zhao received a notification from Mo Lang's assistant, he quickly went upstairs. This time, he was not blocked outside and was directly brought in by the assistant.
"Venerable Mo, you were looking for me?" Fang Zhao saw that Mo Lang was still holding his music score in his hand. He then observed Mo Lang's facial expression and had a guess.
When Mo Lang heard this, his attention shifted away from the music score. He had just gone through the music score in his head again. Even though he had guessed that Fang Zhao had composed it because he was immersed in his character, to be able to compose such a piece was too difficult! This was already not something that could be described as an ordinary genius!
"Fang Zhao!" Mo Lang raised his hand and waved the music score in his hand. His gaze suddenly became sharp as he asked, enunciating each word, "Did you compose this yourself? Did you complete it independently? "
"Yes, I completed it independently." Fang Zhao did not avoid Mo Lang's gaze.
"Very good!"
The way Mo Lang looked at Fang Zhao was as if he had seen a rare treasure.
"Come over here and take a seat. I have a few questions to ask you."
From the creative concept to the technique used to the main emotional theme of the piece, Mo Lang asked about everything. The more he heard from Fang Zhao, the more Mo Lang believed that this was indeed Fang Zhao's own work. Whether it was an original work or not, he could still tell from these questions.
And what made Mo Lang pleasantly surprised was that Fang Zhao's creative concept for this piece was, to a certain extent, identical to his concept for composing the ending background music!
It was rare to meet someone with a similar concept. Mo Lang was very happy. Previously, when he had encountered a creative bottleneck, he had sought out a few old friends to discuss it. Unfortunately, everyone's ideas were different, and the more they discussed, the more vexed they became.
This time, for the sake of that heavyweight 10-minute ending background music, Mo Lang had been so worried that his beard was about to be pulled clean. Today, he had received some inspiration from Fang Zhao's music score and also gained much inspiration from his discussions with Fang Zhao!
This sort of feeling of suddenly seeing the light was something that others could not understand.
For Mo Lang, this sort of inspiration was priceless. And as a senior, Mo Lang felt that he had to express his gratitude. Submitting a manuscript was submitting a manuscript, and inspiration was inspiration. Fang Zhao had helped him, and he had to repay him.
Mo Lang could not make an exception for official matters. This was a matter of principle. But in private matters, others could not interfere.
After their discussion, Mo Lang pulled Fang Zhao out.
The four assistants realized that Mo Lang's gloomy face, which had been gloomy for many days, was now beaming as if he had seen his own grandson … No, even when Venerable Mo saw his own grandson, he could not smile so warmly and warmly!
The four assistants looked at Fang Zhao curiously. In their hearts, they wondered how Fang Zhao had managed to make Venerable Mo so happy.
Mo Lang did not notice the expressions on the assistants' faces. He pulled Fang Zhao out and walked over to a cabinet. He told one of the assistants, "Open it. I remember there are still quite a few things from the last delivery."
The assistant in charge of the "storeroom" was stunned for a moment before replying, "Oh, right, there are still a lot." As he spoke, he went to open the cabinet door.
This cabinet was filled with specially-made goods. Tea leaves, alcohol, and other foods with extremely high medicinal value were sent over by the government and a few major investors of the production team. This was the kind of treatment that an artist of Mo Lang's level could enjoy. In short, it was all specially provided.
Mo Lang took out three boxes and stuffed them into Fang Zhao's hands.
Fang Zhao did not take it. Just as he was about to say something, Mo Lang's face darkened. "Take it!"
Fang Zhao could not refuse anymore. He reached out and took one of the boxes. "Thank you, Venerable Mo. This box is enough."
"Just this box of biscuits? How could this be enough? Take them all, take them all! I didn't eat much at my place. You're still growing. I heard that you can eat eight boxed meals at a time and you're still not full? Hey, you can't just eat that. You still have to compose when you're filming. Take this box of tea. It can clear away heat, digest food, and refresh your mind. "
Fang Zhao: "..." When did I eat eight boxed lunches? Who did you hear this from?
Mo Lang took out a box from the cabinet and continued stuffing it into his mouth. "Drink some of this wine and you might find more inspiration. I usually drink it too."
Fang Zhao hurriedly said, "The cast and crew have rules. No alcohol is allowed during filming."
"It's okay. The alcohol content is low, and the amount is not much. It seems to be some kind of medicated wine. Anyway, drinking a little is good for the body."
As he spoke, Mo Lang stuffed another box of food to replenish his energy.
"Eat. Take these back and eat them quickly. They're all for strengthening your body. There are no side effects! A person's energy is limited. You're still young, and your body is still growing. Eat more. The next time you come, make sure you're in good spirits! I've already asked your lead director. You don't have many scenes right now, but you're under a lot of pressure. Don't collapse from exhaustion. When you have time in the future, come over and we can discuss it. "Mo Lang didn't want to discuss music with a listless person.
The assistant in charge of the "warehouse" watched as the boxes were handed over one by one. His heart ached so much that his face twitched. But he couldn't stop Mo Lang. These things belonged to Mo Lang. He could give them to whoever he wanted. No one could say anything.
When Fang Zhao came out, he was carrying bags of various sizes.
The assistant in charge of receiving him had a smile on his face. This time, he was even more sincere. "Don't worry and just accept these gifts from Venerable Mo. Venerable Mo doesn't accept gifts. If you really want to repay him, compose more. Venerable Mo is only interested in musical compositions. He doesn't care about material goods. "
Fang Zhao was actually deeply moved. Of course, he could see how precious these special offerings were. Mo Lang really only had art in his eyes. Now, he was giving away so many things because Mo Lang had gotten inspiration from the music scores he had submitted and from his conversation with Fang Zhao.
In Mo Lang's opinion, the inspiration he had gotten from Fang Zhao was much more valuable than the things he had given away.
Actually, when Fang Zhao had answered the questions about composing, he hadn't told the whole truth. Some things couldn't be said, so he had only picked out a portion that could be said. Coincidentally, it was this portion that was in line with Mo Lang's concept of composing the background music for the finale.
At the same time, Fang Zhao had also gained some understanding of the 10-minute accompaniment from his conversation with Mo Lang.
As he was thinking about the emotional direction of the 10-minute accompaniment, the elevator had already reached the first floor. Fang Zhao walked out, passed through the lobby, and headed for the main entrance. It was getting late, and the sky was already dark. He could still catch the last few buses back to his dormitory.
As it was getting late, the lobby of the music center's first floor was empty. There wasn't anyone else around.
As Fang Zhao headed for the main entrance, a group of people came out of the elevator on the other side. They were the orchestra members who had just finished rehearsing.
Seeing Fang Zhao carrying bags of all sizes in his hands, the team that had been happily chatting suddenly fell silent.
Pairs of eyes were like searchlights, staring at the items Fang Zhao was carrying, as if they had seen something unbelievable.
Fang Zhao gave a slight nod and walked out of the music center's main entrance amidst the strange silence.
After Fang Zhao left, the silent group broke out in discussion.
"That … is a special offering, right?"
"Look at the packaging. It's definitely a special offering, and it's the high-grade kind! Our old leader had it too. His teacher gave it to him. "
"As far as I know, only people like Venerable Mo and the others can enjoy this kind of special offering."
"I heard that Fang Zhao went to submit to Venerable Mo today."
The group fell silent again.
That night, many members of the music team found out about this, and even more people were curious about the music draft Fang Zhao had submitted. What kind of work could it be to receive such treatment from Mo Lang?
For the next few days, Fang Zhao had filming assignments. He had also submitted his music draft, and his focus once again shifted. From time to time, he would be called over by the director to discuss the script. During this period, Mo Lang had also called him over twice.
The complexity of real history was much higher than that of movies and TV series, and there were many dark sides that could not be shown. The light was magnified, and the darkness was limited to a range that people could accept.
Even for political stability and other reasons, when dealing with the scenes of the historical figure Fang Zhao, there were slight adjustments.
No one could deny the merits of the historical figure Fang Zhao, but he did not last until the end.
Furthermore, it was already more than 500 years into the New Era. History was just a matter of the past. What was more important was the people who were still alive.
If the character Fang Zhao was too prominent, if the embellishment was too strong at the end, the public's feelings for this person would be too deep, and the Wu family's situation would be very awkward.
Today, at lunchtime, Fang Zhao was dragged by Director Bai to eat with everyone.
Now, everyone in the "Founding Era" cast and crew knew that this young actor, Fang Zhao, besides being especially good at fighting, could also eat!
It was rumored that the greater the pressure on this fellow, the deeper he got into character, the more he ate!
At the start, some people said that he ate four bento boxes for a meal, while others said that he ate five. Later on, it was rumored that he ate eight bento boxes for a meal, and the number of people spreading this rumor increased.
Eight bento boxes! How much pressure did he have to be able to eat that?!
Quite a number of actors were envious. When they were under too much pressure and got into character, they simply had no appetite. It was no wonder that so many people liked to eat with Fang Zhao. With such a person beside them, they would also eat more.
What was even more depressing was that even though Fang Zhao ate so much, his physique did not change much. It was rumored that he still persisted in running and hitting sandbags. People in the gym often saw a newly changed sandbag lying there like a corpse.
After lunch, Fang Zhao was dragged by Director Bai to discuss some minor details of the script.
An old actor watched as Fang Zhao was called away and said to the people beside him, "Fang Zhao's physical fitness is simply like it's made of iron. If that Fang Zhao had this kind of body back then, would there still be any Wu family left in Yanzhou? "
"I used to think that Fang Zhao was very similar to the character he played, but now it seems that they are not the same. At least in terms of physical strength, they are different."
"Sigh, that person's body was too weak. He couldn't make it past the deadline."
At the same time, Director Bai called Fang Zhao to one side and confirmed a few issues that needed to be corrected in the script.
Filming for season nine was getting closer and closer. After several revisions, the script had to be finalized as soon as possible.
"How do you want to die?" Director Bai suddenly asked.
Fang Zhao stared blankly for a moment before finding it funny.
How many years had it been?!
It had been a long time since anyone had dared to say this in front of him!
However, Fang Zhao also knew what Director Bai meant.
When the time came for a character to die in battle, how they died was written in the script, but the director would still ask for the actor's opinion. If the actor was in a good state, they might follow the actor's opinion and shoot according to the actor's wishes, allowing the actor to express himself. That might be better than acting according to the script.
But it couldn't be too out of line. That was why Director Bai had asked this.
"Die standing up? Die kneeling? Die lying down? Die lying down? "Director Bai asked again.
"Die lying down," Fang Zhao replied.
"That's right. You can't shoot the whole face lying down. Die standing up and die kneeling down. People have already shot it. "
Fang Zhao: "…"
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