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Chapter 188 Filming Begins! (Please Subscribe! Please Vote!)

Hello, Fang.

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Shafulin." Fang Bie extended his hand and shook hands with the official. "Everything is for the destruction of the M78 system!"

And Kamen Rider!

Shaflin was full of questions, and he looked at Franklin, who was acting as the translator.

The "translator," Franklin, was also completely baffled: "Fang, what is the M78 galaxy?"

He only knows Earth; to be honest, he can't remember all the names of the planets in the solar system.

The M78 galaxy? What's that?

"Don't worry about the details." Fang Bie gestured for the other person to sit down. "Lord Shafulin, please sit down."

Franklin didn't understand why Fang was being so respectful, but he still translated truthfully: "Mr. Shaflin, Fang would like to ask if you have any concerns about playing Devant."

"Chinese is indeed complex. Fang only said such a short sentence and you were able to translate so much." Shafulin exchanged a few pleasantries before sitting down. "There's nothing to worry about. Tell Fang to take the picture boldly and not to consider anything else."

Nodding, Franklin turned back and said, "Fang, Mr. Shaflin said he still has some questions about this character. He wants to ask if it's possible to explore more depth and complexity in the character."

Did he really say that much? Besides, I was just taking random pictures. What depth or complexity could a stereotypical capitalist villain possibly have? Fang thought for a moment, then sat up straight: "Then what are Mr. Shafulin's thoughts?"

This man was introduced by Rama's uncle, Jordan.

That's a big shot at the IRS.

It's normal for investors to want to include two actors.

We must respect investors' money.

Anyway, this movie seems to have been made very casually.

After listening to Franklin's translation, Shaflin offered a small suggestion: "I think we're lacking a good guy. Could we add a truly righteous superhero who pays his taxes on time? After all, we can't lose hope."

The most important thing is to pay your taxes on time!

That's what makes culture and entertainment so terrifying!

How many people truly consider "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to be true history?

There must be people like that.

So Shaflin couldn't help but think that neither the heroes nor the villains in this movie seemed to be decent people.

Needless to say, the villains were complete lackeys of capitalism.

But the protagonist doesn't seem to be very righteous either.

Franklin used to be a small-time gangster in the Black community, and he did all sorts of things, including stealing cars, fighting, and selling drugs.

Not to mention Michael and Trevor.

Murder, robbery, bank robbery, selling drugs—perhaps the only thing they wouldn't dare do is good deeds.

Is this really okay?

Shafulin began to suspect that Fang Bie was trying to use this opportunity to cause trouble.

So he thought, right? What if we created a kind superhero? This person is kind, law-abiding, speaks up for the people, and pays his taxes on time!

Even if it's just a movie, it's good that this character appears, right?

Franklin translated his words truthfully: "Fang, Mr. Shaflin wants to add a decent superhero. What do you think of Lamar? If a black man isn't suitable, then adding a Chinese man for the role would be good too."

Fang Bie was a little confused: "Why would a white actor like him ask a Black or Asian actor to play such a respectable role?"

Franklin remained unfazed: "Yes, Mr. Schaferin is a great man."

Although you couldn't tell anything even if his dark face changed color.

"Um, I'll think about it. Oh, right, there's one more thing." Fang Bie got up, picked up the storyboard he had drawn, and handed it to Xiao Fu. "Xiao Fu, this is the movie storyboard I prepared. What do you guys think?"

Franklin nodded and casually took the storyboard and opened it.

"hiss--!"

His eyes widened, and he gasped.

"Is this a storyboard?"

He used to be an actor, though not famous and only acted in 18+ films, but he was indeed an actor.

He had never heard of storyboards before, but he had heard the director who dreamed of going to Hollywood talk about them.

According to him, aren't storyboards usually just sketches? It's even normal to draw them as stick figures.

But Fang Bie drew it.

This is absolutely amazing comic!

After flipping through several storyboard drafts, Franklin even closed his eyes and the dynamic images appeared directly in his mind!

He opened his eyes and felt he had discovered a new business opportunity!

And you can also fulfill your superhero dream!

"Fang!" Franklin's gaze was intense. "I have something I want to talk to you about tonight, one-on-one!"

Fang Bie flinched: "Huh? That's not a good idea. I'm not that kind of person."

Is this black guy sexually disturbed?

That can't be!

Franklin's face darkened further: "No, it's not that. I just have some business ideas I'd like to discuss with you."

"OK, no problem, bro." As long as it's not because they're after my looks, everything else is negotiable.

"Now that everything is settled," Franklin looked around the room, "when can we start filming?"

"Of course!" Shaflin was the second to reach out and cover the back of his hand.

Although Fang Bie and his group didn't understand, they all reached out their hands.

"Action!"

Then Franklin asked a question: "So, Fang, what are you going to call the movie?"

"Kill Hollywood" is a bit too much.

"That is a problem," Fang Bie thought about it carefully.

Three Men and a Dog?

Not really suitable.

"Dry Hollywood and the FBI and CIA"?

That's so ironic.

Then let's just call it that.

"Superheroes! How about we call it Superheroes?" Fang Bie laughed. "It's called Superheroes, but it's definitely anti-superhero stuff. Isn't that interesting?"

"OK! Let's call it that!" Franklin thought it was good, then he asked, "Where should we film first?"

"It's winter now, so Milwaukee or Minnesota?"

"Okay! Let's go there first!"

Act One: A snowy night in a small town nine years ago.

It's guaranteed to snow in Milwaukee and Minnesota during winter!

Three days later, a large group of people appeared next to a bank outside a small town in Minnesota.

"Can we really borrow money from this bank?" Fang asked, looking puzzled.

"Of course." Franklin rubbed his hands together and breathed on them. "Mr. Shaflin negotiated with them, and they are willing to borrow the bank, but we need to prepare the banknotes ourselves. However, all of that is already prepared."

"Hmm," Fang Bie nodded, then pointed to a group of police officers and police cars a little further away, "but these are..."

"Don't worry about the details. These are just extras that Lord Saffolin found." Franklin waved his hand. "I read the script. The first scene needs a lot of police officers and police cars, and since Mr. Saffolin has some connections, he found these extras."

"Forehead"

But these police officers and police cars all look real.

Forget it, forget it!

He snapped his fingers.

Liu Mang, Wu Kai, and others had already prepared everything.

They set up a table and then respectfully hung up two somewhat wrinkled portraits.

I followed local customs and lit three Marlboros and three Havana cigars that Michael contributed, then stuck them in the snow.

Franklin was a little confused: "Fang, what's this?"

It has been said since ancient times that Black people are not afraid of ghosts.

Moreover, he didn't really respect God, so he couldn't understand what they were doing.

Moreover, Xiao Fu is quite interested in Chinese culture because of his former mentor, Mr. Sun.

But he had never heard of any deity whose portrait looked like that.

The two portraits depict a man and a woman, respectively.

The man had a Buddha-like hairstyle with a cross around his neck, wore a kasaya, and held a whisk in his hand.

The woman was Black, wearing a veil and a black headscarf, holding a pigeon in one hand and an ear of wheat in the other.

"Um, this is Old Wang and the Righteous Goddess," Fang Bie explained. "It's the Great Father Wang Lama, the resident priest of Shaolin Temple on Wudang Mountain, and the Righteous Goddess. We always pray to the gods before filming to ask for blessings; it's a custom."

Franklin nodded, looking bewildered. "Chinese culture is indeed profound and extensive; I still need to continue learning."

Does China have such a god? How come he doesn't know?

But this feels really cool!

Just like the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult and the Inuit King Crab Cult!

After a group of Americans, looking completely bewildered, respectfully paid homage to the two "gods" that Fang Bie had casually sketched, filming officially began!

"ACTION!"

Act One, Chapter One: Filming Begins!

The scene begins with Michael Trevor and another robber wearing masks and holding guns, pointing them at bank employees.

Old Cui shoved a female employee aside, then Michael roared, "Go inside! No one will get hurt as long as you obey!"

Then he pointed his gun at the guards behind the barbed wire: "Open the door! Otherwise, they'll all die!"

The guard had no choice but to unlock the door, his hands trembling.

Trevor would simply kick the door open and then knock the guard to the ground with the butt of his rifle.

"POLICE! Everyone, get down!"

Before Fang Bie could react, the extras in police uniforms who were watching the filming rushed forward and pinned Michael Trevor and his two companions to the ground: "Hands on your heads! Lie down and don't move! Warning! Lie down and don't move!"

Michael and his two companions lay motionless on the ground, too afraid to move.

Fang was stunned.

Liu Mang and the others were also dumbfounded.

"Hey! Hey! This is a movie shoot! A movie shoot, you know what I mean, buddy!" Franklin rushed over and separated the people.

The bald, burly man who was leading the group of extras raised his hand: "OK, OK! Sorry, it was just a subconscious reaction."

The main reason is that these actors acted so convincingly.

Franklin said menacingly, "You're just actors! OK? Otherwise, I'll have you replaced!"

As a black man, he had never spoken to the police like this before, and it felt great!

"OK, you decide." The policeman shrugged and stepped aside.

They wouldn't have come if the IRS hadn't said they could get tax exemption!

But that's not necessarily true, because their sheriff might also force them to come.

Franklin then pulled Michael and Trevor up, saying, "Hey guys, you guys were fantastic!"

Michael chuckled awkwardly, "It's just a professional habit, after all, we've done this before... cough cough. Little Fu, why don't you go check on that gentleman first?"

He was referring to the one who was taken down by Old Cui with the butt of his rifle.

Franklin went over to take a look, then turned back and said helplessly, "His nose is broken, and he's already unconscious. Call an ambulance right away."

Fang Bie walked over, scratching his cheek: "What's going on? It's just a movie, do you have to take it so seriously?"

Franklin looked embarrassed: "Um, you know, this isn't acting. Michael and the others used to... you know what happened."

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Fang didn't understand.

I knew those Los Santos trio were unreliable!

(End of this chapter)