"Did he leave?" After Jia Yapeng left, a beautiful woman came out of Zhou Xingxing's room and said with some fear, "Why did you invite him over at this time? What if he finds out about our relationship?"
"You came to my house suddenly. I asked him yesterday!" Zhou Xingxing touched the woman's head lovingly.
"He invited you to act in a movie? Is this the script? " The beautiful woman picked up the script from Zhou Xingxing's hand and asked curiously, "What about this script?"
"I don't know. I haven't read it yet!" Zhou Xingxing shook his head.
"Then I'll take a look first!" The beautiful woman opened the script directly and found that the first page was actually a list of suggested actors for each role in the script.
The first one was "Male Lead: Sun Wukong, Mr. Zhou Xingxing is invited to act!" “
Then the second one was "Female Lead: Zixia Fairy, Ms. Zhu Yin is invited to act!"
"Oh my god, this boss actually wrote my name. I'm actually the female lead. He actually wants to invite me to act as the female lead. This is so interesting!!!" The beautiful woman looked at the script and couldn't help but start to laugh.
At this time, Zhu Yin was still not a big star. Her presence in Hong Kong was a bit low. She really didn't expect that Jia Yapeng would actually invite her to act as the female lead in the movie. This made Zhu Yin suddenly feel very happy.
"Really? It's actually your name. Could he have found out something? "Zhou Xingxing's expression was also very surprised.
"You think too much. He is a mainlander. How could he know that we are together? Not many people in Hong Kong know!" Zhu Yin said disapprovingly, "I think he just found out about my ability, so he invited me to act as the female lead!"
"En!" Zhou Xingxing nodded and then didn't speak. Zhu Yin began to read the script very seriously, probably because she found out that the female lead actually invited her to act.
"This script is so messy!"
"This story is also ridiculous. It actually changed the Journey to the West into this!"
"Oh my god, the one who fell in love with the spider demon is not Tang Sanzang, but Sun Wukong!"
Zhu Yin, who was reading the script, kept making sounds of surprise. Zhou Xingxing shook his head and felt that the script was probably like this. It was not a good script.
But unknowingly, Zhu Yin's voice stopped commenting. Instead, he heard a sobbing sound.
Zhou Xingxing was shocked. He quickly looked over and found that his woman had already cried into a person of tears.
"It's so touching! This story is so touching. Zixia Fairy is so pitiful. And you are a bad guy, why didn't you wake up earlier!!!! "Zhu Yin suddenly began to beat Xingxing's chest with her small fists.
"Is this script" was not a comedy, but a tragedy movie movie? Zhu Yin cry cry cry cry. Is this script not a comedy? Is this script? Is this script not a comedy but a tragedy movie a movie? Is it a movie make a make make make make a a this script is this play not make make this a a movie movie movie movie movie??
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. "You read read read read read it?" ". Zhu Yin's read's Read's read '' ''s She' ''s "Zhu" He read until the sky turned dark. It wasn't until eight o 'clock in the evening that Zhou Xingxing woke up from the world of the script. He found that Zhu Yin had already prepared a table of sumptuous dishes.
"How is it? Do you want to take this script?" Zhu Yin asked curiously when she saw her beloved man.
"What about you? Do you want to take it? "Zhou Xingxing asked.
"En!" Zhu Yin nodded vigorously. "First of all, I like this script very much. I also like Zixia Fairy very much. Also, I want to be the female lead. I don't want to play a supporting role anymore! "
"It took me eight years to become the male lead of a movie. You only took two years. That's really fast!" Zhou Xingxing said with emotion.
"Are you going to take it or not?" Zhu Yin couldn't help but ask again.
"Yes!" Zhou Xingxing nodded. "Although this script is very messy, the story is also very messy, and the ending is a tragedy. But this is the story I want to act in! "
As everyone knew, Zhou Xingxing was an outstanding comedy actor. However, no actor liked to be fixed in the same routine. Therefore, Zhou Xingxing also wanted to find his own breakthrough. He wanted to act in a tragedy, a role that was somewhat different from the past. Only then could he really break through.
However, Zhou Xingxing was a little afraid. If he changed his character rashly, would his future, which had just set sail, be broken because of this?
And "A Chinese Odyssey to the West" perfectly satisfied Zhou Xingxing's needs in this regard. Before the final battle began, this was a standard nonsensical comedy movie. But until the end, when Zixia died, the entire story was completed in an instant and turned into an out-and-out tragedy.
So in reality, this was a tragicomedy. Joy made one's stomach ache, sadness made one's intestines break. Zhou Xingxing wanted to challenge this movie.
"Why do you want to act in it?" Zhu Yin asked curiously.
"Because when I was a child, I watched Journey to the West and hated Tang Sanzang very much!" Zhou Xingxing smiled slightly and said, "This Tang Sanzang has no ability. He completely relies on Sun Wukong to protect him. But he is also talkative and uses various curses to torture Sun Wukong. So, I especially hate Tang Sanzang. I often think that if I were Sun Wukong, then I would find a chance to smash Tang Sanzang's head while he is sleeping. Then, the whole world would be quiet! "
"Aiya, you are so cruel!" Zhu Yin looked at Zhou Xingxing with some fear. Zhou Xingxing patted her head and said, "Okay, I am lying to you!"
"I want to discuss something with you. It is raining outside. Can I not leave today?" Zhu Yin whispered.
"No, I have to see President Jia tomorrow!" Zhou Xingxing said dryly.
"Okay, you have the final say!" Zhu Yin sighed and accompanied Zhou Xingxing to have a meal. Then, she wore sunglasses and a mask, got into a car from the back door of the villa, and secretly slipped away alone.
The next day, Jia Yapeng, who was still a little worried, received a call from Zhou Xingxing. Zhou Xingxing invited Jia Yapeng to have a meal at a tea restaurant.
After some pleasantries, Zhou Xingxing said, "Mr. Jia, how much are you going to invest in this movie?"
"I don't know because I haven't calculated the cost of this movie yet. But I can give you eight words, that is: Strive for the best, there is no limit," Jia Yapeng said.
"Okay, I saw that on your script, you have almost listed all the actors you want to invite for the roles, but the name of the director has been crossed out by you. Who are you going to invite to be the director?" Zhou Xingxing asked curiously.
"I was going to invite Liu Zhengwei, but he has already rejected me!" Jia Yapeng sighed and said, "I don't know if you have any suggestions?"
"You want me to recommend?" Zhou Xingxing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I am only responsible for acting. I can't recommend anyone!"
"I don't know if Mr. Zhou is interested in self-directing?" Jia Yapeng asked again. This was the answer that Jia Yapeng came up with after thinking for a long time.
Zhou Xingxing was actually an excellent director, which could be seen from his later directing skills. So, in the case that Liu Zhengwei was unwilling to direct, it seemed that Zhou Xingxing was the most suitable.
"I … Forget it …" Zhou Xingxing hesitated for a moment, seeming to be a little tempted, but finally shook his head and said, "This can't be. I can't be the director. My ability is not enough."
"Then it is a little troublesome!" Jia Yapeng scratched his head. Could he be trapped by a director's candidate?
"Mr. Jia, who is the scriptwriter of this script?" Zhou Xingxing suddenly said, "In fact, I think the scriptwriter who wrote this script is the best director for this movie."
"Why do you say that?" Jia Yapeng was stunned for a moment. It seemed that in the original history, Liu Zhengwei was the scriptwriter and director.
"Because this doesn't look like a script written by a professional scriptwriter, but more like a script written by a director!" Zhou Xingxing said, "In a normal script, there are only lines and scenes. But this script is a little unprofessional. Not only are the scenes and lines written, but even how to use the camera, which angle to shoot from, the emotions of the characters, and what kind of actions to make are all written in the script. "
"I think the person who wrote such a script must be an excellent director because when he wrote the script, he already had the complete movie image in his mind. He only needs to shoot the image in his mind. This is the best director. There's no need to find anyone else!" Zhou Xingxing said. "That's right." Zhou Xingxing said.
"What if the scriptwriter is not a professional and has no experience in directing?" Jia Yapeng couldn't help but ask.
"Is that so …" Zhou Xingxing was stunned. He thought that the scriptwriter was a professional director.
"If that's the case, then we can hire an assistant director to help him. Hire a professional assistant director to be responsible for all the specific shooting and directing work in the crew, and the director only needs to be responsible for the construction of the image and the action. This way, a layman can quickly adapt to the director's work. In fact, many directors came in from laymen like this! "Zhou Xingxing said.
What he said was not wrong. Most of the directors in Hong Kong did not graduate from professional schools. They all learned on the set, and as they learned, they became professional directors.
Some directors were forced to do it. After all, when Hong Kong movies were at their most popular, there were more than 200 movies released a year. The demand for directors was extremely huge. How could there be so many professional directors for them to use?
Hearing Zhou Xingxing's words, Jia Yapeng nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that Jia Yapeng could develop a new professional ability.
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