I'm almost a Muggle

"Think boldly, it's okay." Lin Dong's eyes were full of encouragement.

"I want to make a commercial blockbuster and break the domestic box office record." Du Qixi was very shameless, but when he said these words, his old face was also steaming.

Do you want to kill me?

Lin Dong couldn't believe his ears.

Wolong Fengxiao, whom he trusted so much, actually had a plan to kill him.

If you really break the box office record, I will lose all the money you make in a year and a month.

By the time I lose enough money and go home, my grandson may already know how to make soy sauce.

"Brother Qixi, you can't think like this!" Lin Dong quickly brainwashed him before it was too late.

"Why, do you think I have no hope of breaking the domestic box office record?" Du Qixi was very disappointed. Although he also felt that he had no hope, when he heard Lin Dong say this with his own ears, he still felt a chill that hurt his heart.

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"No, no, Brother Qixi, I think you can, but I don't think you can do this." Lin Dong hurriedly said.

"Why?"

Confused, completely confused.

"Brother Qixi, as filmmakers, what do you think our responsibilities are?"

"We... still have responsibilities?"

"Of course there is. Movies should not only entertain the public, but also educate sentient beings, promote truth, goodness and beauty, criticize falsehood, evil and ugliness, and cause sentient beings to think about deep-seated issues..."

I've already graduated.

But Du Qixi seemed to be back in college class again.

It touches the soul!

It's mind-blowing!

It turns out that our Mr. Lin is so noble in his heart.

I'm so majestic, but I didn't keep up.

"So, I think you should make literary films!" Lin Dong punched his soul again.

"Literary film..."

This is a little different from what I thought.

"You have to express something profound and inspire others," Lin Dong slapped his thigh and said, "I'll give you 50 million, no, 80 million, to make a literary film."

"Eight...eighty million!?" Du Qixi not only became a repeater, he also had a cassette.

What kind of literary film needs 80 million? You can’t even use 8 million, okay?

"What, no confidence?"

It shouldn’t be, isn’t this guy capable of blowing up to the sky even if he’s a pig?

"Yes, there must be, Mr. Lin, don't worry, I will collect the script right away, and then find a group of veteran actors. I will make a good movie for you. Even if it is a literary film, I will hit the box office record of domestic movies.

…”

If the airplane windows could be opened, Lin Dong would want to throw this thing out.

"Why are you so obsessed with box office records? You've turned a deaf ear to what I told you before, right? Do we seem to be short of money?"

"We don't look alike, but Mr. Lin, you are a bit similar."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Lin, look at you. You live in a small shabby house and wear clothes worth tens of dollars. Everyone in the company gossips about you working hard to start a business."

"Where are you? Don't talk nonsense. If I had no money, could I rent you such a good apartment?"

What is selling blood?

Is it because you can’t gain weight just by eating?

Moreover, isn’t his character a second-generation rich man who has failed in self-improvement and has no choice but to inherit the family business?

"Mr. Lin, then I will not pursue the box office. I will find more experienced actors and strive to make the movie with depth and content." Du Qixi finally decided to break up with the box office.

An old actor?

Lin Dong was horrified. With an old drama actor and a literary film, even if he can't make much money, it would be quite difficult to lose money.

"Brother Qixi, let's continue talking about the responsibilities of filmmakers."

"ah?"

"We talked about filmmakers' responsibilities to society before, but do you know what responsibilities filmmakers have to actors?"

"Mr. Lin, please tell me."

Listening attentively, Du Qixi almost took out his notebook to take notes.

It's a pity that the three fat men did not have the opportunity to listen to the teachings in front of the Lord.

"An excellent actor does not appear in vain. He must go through the tempering of various works. You look for old actors, he looks for old actors, and they all look for old actors. When these old actors are gone, the movie will still be there.

Shoot or not."

Lin Dong felt that this was the most powerful skill he had learned during the past half year or so.

Fooling!

Awesome deception!

"What do you mean?" Du Qixi felt a sense of enlightenment as if he could see the sun through the clouds.

"You have actually figured it out, Brother Qixi, the burden on your shoulders is heavy." Lin Dong patted Du Qixi's shoulder, and there was no need to say the rest. He fell asleep peacefully.

Du Qixi secretly made up his mind.

After returning home, he became the busiest person.

Not only did I have to work with Yang Lu and learn film-related knowledge, I also held a large collection of scripts.

Finally, from Mr. Qi Yingzhuo, he got the script that he felt was the most profound.

The audience may not know Qi Yingzhuo, but in the screenwriting circle, he is definitely well-known.

He has collaborated with many great directors and created countless scripts throughout his life.

The most talked-about thing is actually the subject matter that this geeky old man is involved in.

It is not a simple broad generalization.

Let's put it this way.

In his seventies, he wrote a campus youth idol drama, which actually sold well.

Du Qixi paid a high price of three million for this book.

Mr. Qi Yingzhuo donated it to the Children's Disease Prevention and Control Fund.

"I wrote it more than ten years ago."

"No one wants it."

"I just can't understand why anyone would want this crappy book."

"He also told me that he graduated from Beijing Film Academy, hahaha." The man in his seventies was drinking bragging with his friends, smiling like a ghost.

Du Qixi also showed it to Lin Dong.

"Does Mr. Qi Yingzhuo know?"

"This is his best work. It took more than ten years to prepare and he has yet to find a suitable director."

"Three million, I was so distressed that I burst into tears, but after reading the book, I felt that everything was worth it."

Lin Dong was wearing a royal costume and holding two sharp knives in his hands.

I wish I could chop off both my left and right arms.

I feel like I won’t be able to pay out 80 million if this continues.

You are still not my little cotton-padded jacket.

However, after he read the script, he felt at ease.

Then there is self-blame.

How could he not believe in Crouching Dragon and Phoenix? He even said the script was good.

How could this script be any better?

There are four criminals at the beginning.

They chatted in a small shabby room and talked about how they got in.

Oh, he also plays a multi-line narrative.

"Come on, Brother Qixi, I'm optimistic about you."

"No matter who says your play is not good, I will support you."

"Just do it boldly and take photos with confidence."

"Even if we lose money, we still treat it as paying tuition. I believe you will be able to break the movie box office record in the future."

After flipping through a few pages, Lin Dong threw the notebook back to Du Qixi.

Stable!