Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 259 Visual Effects Design: Mastery of 108 Pose Techniques, Mastery of Fire Magic

The car sped along, taking Qi Hui and the others to Industrial Light & Magic's manufacturing base.

Industrial Light & Magic (ILM) is a top-tier visual effects production team. It was originally founded by George Lucas with the primary goal of providing visual effects support for the Star Wars series.

Later, it gradually developed into one of the top special effects production teams in the industry.

The Paramount men brought Qi Hui and the others here because their teacher was here.

A man named Jay Barton is one of Hollywood's top special effects artists.

According to the introduction, this person was in charge of the special effects work for "X-Men: First Class".

Originally, Qi Hui had no impression of this person.

He's not some big shot like the Melancholy Emperor or the Trump Emperor, who's famous all over the world. Why would he remember some random foreigner's name?
But when it comes to the special effects artist for "X-Men: First Class", Qi Hui immediately thought of it.

Before traveling through time, I watched some videos criticizing Fast & Furious 8. Many bloggers complained that the movie had a terrible story, idiotic dialogue, and Vin Diesel profiting from tragedy.

This movie is absolutely disgusting; it's good for nothing except for the special effects.

Then they introduced the special effects artist, saying that the special effects for "X-Men: First Class", "Fast & Furious 7", and "Fast & Furious 8" were all led by the same special effects artist, which was a waste of such a good special effects artist.

Industrial Light & Magic arrived quickly, and the Paramount staff led Qi Hui and the others inside. They soon found a middle-aged white man preparing teaching materials.

With graying hair, a round face, a thick beard, and a rather large belly, he was a middle-aged fat man.

Of course, this is according to the standards of the Chinese people.

In the US, this would only be considered lean.

After all, on the streets of America, there are always big fat people with hips a meter wide walking around.

"Welcome, friends from the East." Jay Barton smiled warmly. "This is the classroom, and I will teach you the methods and concepts of special effects visual design."

"It's an honor that we'll be spending five days together... Oh, I almost forgot, tomorrow's the weekend."

"Damn it, they've separated the time we spend together!"

Qi Hui and the others looked around at the factory buildings and various equipment, and saw several computers in the distance, and couldn't help but show surprise.

Hey~
[The host has made contact with special effects artist Jay Barton and has gained one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to draw the prize now?]

Ok?
Qi Hui's heart stirred. He had been here for some time now, and this damn system had finally moved.

"Draw, three consecutive draws!" Qi Hui thought to himself and immediately muttered to himself.

Previously in South Korea, he won two lottery chances by using Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Baizhi as prizes.

I'm keeping it because I'm worried about drawing some amazing skills.

After all, Zhang Baizhi was acting a bit strange, with her in a police uniform and flirtatious... well, anyway, her skills weren't suitable for Qi Hui.

Of course, it's not that she doesn't have a good side, but given the system's generally idiotic nature, the former skill is more likely to be the one that shines.

Hey~
[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the following skills: Visual Effects Design Mastery, Fire Magic Mastery, and 108 Pose Mastery]

Qi Hui: “…”

The first two skills are great, but what the heck is the last one?

Did this skill come from Zhang Baizhi, or from this round-faced, bearded white man in front of me?
Also, are there really 108 kinds?
Qi Hui glanced at it briefly and found that there was quite a bit of variety, from ordinary missionaries to the difficult arch bridge position... Well, this kind of thing is not suitable for detailed discussion.

Qi Hui composed himself and began to listen attentively to the lesson.

Jay Barton has already started speaking, but thankfully, he speaks slowly and deliberately, as if he were teaching elementary school students.

He taught everything to Qi Hui and the others bit by bit, and he answered Guo Fan's questions patiently without any impatience.

Anyone who didn't know better would really think he was a good person and a good teacher.

In reality, in a place like Hollywood, even if someone isn't involved in all of these—gambling, prostitution, and drugs—they'll at least be involved in one of them. Jay Barton wouldn't be any different.

Unlike in China, there is no powerful iron fist suppressing things here.

As long as you can generate profits for capitalists, people will hire you even if you defecate in the street in Hollywood.

The reason why they were teaching Qi Hui and the others so diligently was naturally due to considerations of self-interest.

First of all, Paramount gave him a lot of US dollars, which pleased him greatly.

Secondly, these Chinese people learned his design philosophy and design methods.

When making movies in the future, will his technology be used?
Ironically, he didn't teach any technical skills.

To realize the design on the blueprints, we have to find a way to contact him and his team again.

They'll make a fortune then. Even better if these Chinese people go back and spread their design concepts; they'll be able to grab a share of the special effects market in China.

As for whether the Chinese will also develop this technology... lol, let's wait until their government stops just making verbal protests.

Let's talk about it when they learn to step off the assembly line that makes socks and clothes.

They haven't yet mastered advanced special effects, a technique that is extremely difficult to master.

……

"Qi, we meet again... Wow, your name is great, just like your qigong." Safety officer Robert exclaimed excitedly.

He's become more talkative these past few days as we've gotten to know each other better.

"Do you know where my surname comes from?" Qi Hui asked slowly, his eyes darting around.

"How?" Robert asked, puzzled.

"It comes from the name of the fiefdom," Qi Hui casually remarked, "and from the bloodline of a marquis."

That's actually not wrong; one of the origins of the Qi surname is Qi County in Shanxi Province.

"Wow!" Upon hearing this, Robert's gaze towards Qi Hui changed instantly.

Marquis? Fiefdom?
It turns out he was a nobleman of high lineage!

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and Lu Yang rolled their eyes. What a braggart.

Wu Jing pursed his lips. It wasn't exactly bragging, but looking at the whole of China, whose surname didn't have a few impressive ancestors?
Guo Fan: My ancestor was Guo Ziyi!

Lu Yang: My ancestors were Emperor Zhuanxu!

Qi Hui didn't care about their gazes at all; when you're out in the world, your identity is something you give yourself.

in the country, the surname Qi is quite unremarkable.

But abroad, you have to call me by the surname bestowed by the Yellow Emperor, a descendant of Emperor Yao, and a legitimate descendant of the Chinese people.

“Qi, shall we try the metal target?” Robert suggested. “The metal target won’t break, it provides immediate feedback, and you can see where the bullet hits.”

"It can provide the fastest feedback on your marksmanship."

"Iron target?" Qi Hui was surprised, of course he knew about iron targets.

Short videos often show foreigners shooting at metal targets, firing a shot and making a clanging sound.

Two people who were playing with guns even shot at targets with bullets, creating a mini-performance of the Christmas carol "Jingle Bells."

However, Qi Hui was curious as to why he would suddenly recommend this thing?

Before they arrived, they had ordered fragile items such as glass bottles and ceramic bowls.

The metal target is indeed good; it won't break, and the marks caused by the bullets can be easily covered up with paint.

But this thing is so good that it doesn't make money.

Qi Hui's glass bottles and ceramic bowls should have been more profitable for the shooting range.

Did Robert have some ideas after those two casual remarks?

Was he testing me, or trying to please me?

After thinking for a moment, Qi Hui truthfully refused: "No, the original arrangement is fine."

"Uh...why?" Before Robert could even ask, Guo Fan and Lu Yang asked first.
Isn't a metal target a good one?

"The bullets are lead-tipped, armored, with a copper exterior and lead interior," Qi Hui said, shaking the bullet in his hand.

"Lead is very soft. When it hits an iron target, it will shatter directly, and even the tiny lead particles will turn into powder and spread into the air."

"Do you know what this means for people who handle guns?"

"Excessive blood lead levels?!" Upon hearing this, Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and Lu Yang's expressions changed slightly, and they immediately exclaimed.

"Very clever." Qi Hui said irritably, "Who wants to shoot at a target these days?"

High blood lead levels can affect the nervous, hematopoietic, renal, and reproductive systems.

None of the people present have had children yet.

"Hahaha..." The group laughed awkwardly, and no one was willing to say anything.

Robert's gaze towards Qi Hui became even stranger. He even knew this; his identity was indeed extraordinary…

(End of this chapter)