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Chapter 111 Micro Movie

Dawan Port, the bridge of the Yahagi.

Host Xu Lili and the remaining photographers huddled in the bridge to photograph the SBD dive bombers circling not far away.

Ever since the TV station's filming car first arrived, a group of people couldn't move when they saw countless planes and insisted on taking pictures of the planes.

Tang Wen discussed with the aviation team and decided to give them a prize:
In mid-air, Nie Qiang slowly stepped on the accelerator to increase his altitude, constantly looking for an opportunity.

The photographer in the back seat held the cabin glass armrest with one hand and held the back seat camera with the other.

Nie Qiang does not know how to dive bomb. This is a professional move that requires constant practice to complete. In real history, it is very dangerous even during training.

But he didn't really want to replicate a dive bombing, he just wanted to pretend.

As he lowered the flaps and pushed the stick down to maintain an aggressive rate of descent, the photographer in the back seat began to howl.

To the photographer, the entire plane seemed to suddenly dive down, and he even felt weightless.

But in fact, a real dive bombing is close to a vertical angle, and an ordinary person would definitely faint instantly with such a G value.

The overload controlled by Nie Qiang was less than 3G, but the combined physical and psychological effects made the photographer almost scared to death.

From the bridge of the Yahagi, the SBD, which had been circling, suddenly changed direction, and then rapidly grew from a small black dot high in the sky, and continued to grow larger with the setting sun behind it, and rushed straight towards the bridge.

The humming sound of the propeller engine gradually became clearer, and Xu Lili was so scared that she grabbed Tang Wen's arm tightly:

"Is the plane out of control? It seems to be falling down."

Tang Wen:......

"It's okay... you're not afraid at all if you see the camera."

The cameraman usually holds equipment weighing dozens of kilograms in his hands and is as steady as a rock. Although he still maintains this posture at this time, he is just stiff.

Nie Qiang did not intend to take any risks. He started to climb by pulling the lever when he was 300 meters away from the sea surface, and casually threw out the wooden bomb hanging on his abdomen.

This 1,000-pound wooden bomb landed a full 100 meters away from the Yahagi and disintegrated instantly when it hit the water, creating a huge wave and turning into floating debris.

Nie Qiang: The throw was a bit conservative. In fact, it could have been lowered another hundred meters.

Backseat photographer:

"Wooooooooooo (face contorted by overload)... (pulls up and then levels out) This is so exciting! Corporal John, did we hit the enemy ship?"

Tang Wen in the bridge heard the voice and picked up the microphone directly:
"Although your bombs didn't hit directly, they exploded in the shallow water nearby, creating a near miss. The bow of the Yahagi has been breached and is rapidly taking on water. It's expected to sink in an hour. Well done, rookies!"

Tang Wen put down the microphone without changing his expression and calmly endured the shouting on the radio.

Then he turned his head and said to the villagers who were following him and were going to be sailors of the warship hotel in the future:

"Remember, after the tourists finish the ride, you have to praise him for being brave. Even if he didn't hit anything, he still scared a lot of the enemy to death, understand?"

The villagers nodded vigorously. This was like praising the fisherman for having big fish in his bucket, but what about the near miss?
"Mr. Tang, this kind of entertainment is so interesting!"

After the shock, Xu Lili's eyes lit up, without any trace of her previous nervousness:

"I feel like we should make a movie in Dawan Village. These real guys will make it more exciting than previous war movies."

Tang Wen laughed dumbly. A city-level TV station could just shoot some footage and edit a commercial. What about a movie? A movie...

Wait, Pearl Harbor was released in 2001, right?

I have the Zero submarine reconnaissance ship, the Hornet, and a youth version of Pearl Harbor. Although it is far from the real "Pearl Harbor", it should still be possible to shoot a short story or cut out a section of it to make a music video.

Imagine dozens of planes swooping down in a black mass. The Yahagi urgently ejected a Zero-type surface-to-air reconnaissance aircraft to intercept them, but she was outnumbered. The anti-aircraft gun crew fired desperately, and finally a miraculous stalemate was reached. The huge air formation was about to be completely lost.

The heroic Corporal John Nie heard an eagle's cry in his ears. He looked at the dead machine gunner in the back seat, then glanced at the photo of his wife and children on his pocket watch. Finally, he dived in despair and crashed directly into the bridge of the Yahagi...

Tang Wen: "I'm afraid the TV station doesn't have enough production capacity for movies. But I think we can make a micro-film, just like a clip from a movie.

Or, imitate the music videos in videotapes and use an accompaniment throughout the entire film, expressing the plot only through camera and music."

Xu Lili: "But that would require at least a script and a lot of extras, and we don't have much budget for advertising."

"The script is simple, I'll just copy it—write one, and the actors..."

Tang Wen turned around and grabbed Villager A, who looked bewildered. After looking him over, he thought:
"Look at this old man's face, those wrinkles, those eyes, can he play Yamamoto Goroku?"

Villager A: ...

Tang Wen: "Host Xu, how about you? Do you want to play a good guy or a bad guy? If you want a bad guy, you can play Kawashima Fangzi, and if you want a good guy, you can play a Chinese-American nurse?"

Xu Lili looked at Tang Wen with resentment: "Echeng TV Station is not a nunnery, there are no hosts...

However, micro-films should still be within our capabilities.”

……

Pearl City.

The employees of Giant Group all raised their heads from their seats and looked at the hot man with admiration.

Not long ago, Giant Group's heavily-launched Brain Gold encountered setbacks. While Shi Juzhu tried his best to recover, he also launched dozens of products including weight loss pills, CD players, etc.

He also required all employees to work overtime until 21:997 without pay and to overcome the difficulties together through the struggle.

His appeal was already strong, but when the events of the past few days happened, the giant's prestige instantly reached its peak.

The bold statement of purchasing an aircraft carrier directly ignited many media outlets. Within just one day, several large funds and families came to inquire and were willing to provide financial support.

The Giant Group, which was originally undercurrent and gradually suspected by capital and was about to be abandoned, suddenly became a hot commodity again. The suppliers who were pressing for it suddenly became accommodating, and the voices of shareholders who were demanding explanations suddenly subsided.

The reputation of Giant's weight loss pills and health products, which had been heavily attacked for their exaggerated advertising slogans, has suddenly changed. Shi Juzhu is about to buy an aircraft carrier for the country, and you still want to question it. Do you dare to question it?

Almost overnight, even those who had hoped for Shi Juzhu's downfall had to shut up, otherwise they would be criticized.

Back then, Mou Qizhong bought a passenger plane, and today Giant wants to buy an aircraft carrier, each one taller than the last!

Marketing is essentially a game of trust. When Shi Juzhu established his own image with one sentence, the negative comments about Giant Group melted away like snowflakes, and were replaced by praise.

A terrible crisis dissipated easily. Now, as long as Shi Juzhu wanted, it would not be difficult to come up with another 100 million yuan. He would never ask Tang Wen for 20 million yuan again.

And now, Shi Juzhu is holding a heavy package in his hand. It is a spontaneous fundraising from Shenzhen University, Shi Juzhu's alma mater. It was the first to be delivered because of its proximity.

Shi Juzhu's face flushed, he had never felt so excited.

He had been admired and envied before, but it had never been as special as it was now, where he could feel the respect that came from the bottom of his heart.

He held up the package as if it were a trophy.

(End of this chapter)