Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Although it is to serve His Majesty, I wonder if this is just for political purposes?"

"Of course not. This is a commercial film, and we must have all the necessary elements, exciting explosions, wonderful twists, funny moments to adjust the plot, popular actresses and the best actors, and the best productions. We have everything!"

Zhuang Ning waved his hand, and a huge figure appeared in the projected image. Although the content had not been decided yet, this bastard actually found someone to make the poster!

"Is this... years old?" The old director said with sharp eyes, "This is indeed a very good subject. Although it is a bit too broad, it is very suitable for your requirements."

After all, he is a household name in Dayan and is very suitable to be introduced to the general public.

"Our theme is about the myth of the 1930s!" Zhuang Ning said happily, "Of course, we have to distinguish ourselves from Columbia Pictures, and we have to highlight both heroism and collectivism."

He turned his head to look at Nian and smiled: "You have been making blockbusters, wanting people to remember you. Look, this is the best opportunity. I have used all my means to get you the best resources."

"I always keep my word. You will definitely be satisfied with the compensation I give you. What do you think?"

Nian's face was shaken, as if she was in a dream. She remembered that a long time ago she had indeed clamored to discuss with Zhuang Ning to make a blockbuster film, with the theme of the year. She designated some candidates and said that if they were called, they would definitely be able to make the greatest movie in the history of Da Yan, about the history of man's victory over beast.

It was just a fantasy conversation, but this person remembered it and turned the fantasy into reality!

Nian was silent, but she didn't cry, as that would be too embarrassing. She just lowered her head and said nothing.

"Director Nian?"

"I, I'm fine." She forced herself to smile. This was an important occasion. If she really did it this time, then even if she died, she would be remembered by the people of Dayan.

That means dying without regrets, right?

Zhuang Ning put his hand on her back and smiled again: "I came here today to discuss how to make a movie. Nian, you should speak first, you are the director."

Pingsui Hou was at the side and wanted to say something but stopped talking. He was the one who hosted the banquet, but now he seemed to be an outsider.

Didn't we agree to find a way to solve the problem? How come we have to deal with the filming problem? !

However, he soon perked up because the film was also intended to promote Yumen's army. Even though he didn't understand movies, he realized that this was a good opportunity that could not be missed.

By the time everything was finalized, it was already midnight. Zhuang Ning waved his hand and the executive chef and manager came to prepare midnight snacks for everyone. This was the best dinner in Yumen, and Zhuang Ning's arrangements were seamless.

Finally, everyone was served and everyone went their separate ways. Zhuang Ning felt a little tired.

It was Nian who called him before leaving.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to look Zhuang Ning in the eye: "Did you prepare all this?"

Pure nonsense, if it's not this person, could it be you? Nian cursed himself inwardly.

She was nervous now, licking her lips and waiting for a response.

Zhuang Ning smiled and said, "Yes, but it was quite rushed."

"why?"

"Times have changed. If you want to overwhelm the other party with public opinion, movies are very useful." This answer is also beyond doubt.

"Then... why me?"

Zhuang Ning tilted his head and asked sincerely, "Do you think I know a second director?"

"But this is a very important mission, right? But you chose me, didn't you say I can only make bad movies?!"

"It's the truth, your movie is no longer a waste of time." Zhuang Ning sighed.

But before Nian could respond, he opened his mouth again: "But so what, I just want to find someone with connections, if you don't agree, let someone beat me up."

"How did I become a relative?"

Zhuang Ning had a subtle expression on his face: "Having connections is also good."

He put his hand on the girl's shoulder: "I don't know what you think of me, but I still believe in you, Director Nian. This is a royal order. If we don't shoot it well, both you and I will lose our heads!"

Nian was stunned for a moment, and finally burst into tears. It turned out that he had been petty before, and it turned out that he still attached so much importance to the previous contract.

Nian burst into laughter and said: "Don't underestimate me, I can also make a good film!"

"I believe you." Zhuang Ning gave her a thumbs up.

At this point, the two said goodbye and left.

Zhuang Ning walked in the shadows, and Priss's sympathetic muttering echoed in his headphones: "I told you that you are good at deceiving girls."

Zhuang Ning lowered his eyelids: "I thought you would think I was mean."

"How can it be mean? You are fulfilling a girl's dream. Is there anything better than this in the world?"

Zhuang Ning glanced back at the figure still immersed in joy: "You know my purpose."

"You treated her as a tool, knowing full well that the Shanhai Clan organization was secretly coveting these films."

"Yeah, that's pretty despicable, isn't it?"

"But I will still stand by you." Precious whispered quietly, "No matter what happens."

Zhuang Ning nodded, and he walked completely into the darkness. The twin moons were obscured by the flowing clouds, and the night was deep. From this night on, the needle of fate began to turn.

"Year."

"year!"

Nian suddenly woke up: "What's wrong, brother?"

"Don't be in a daze, you're too excited."

"How can I not be excited, I, I--" Nian covered his chest with his hands. He had a lot to say but didn't know where to start.

But Zhongyue shook the picture and pointed at her sword wrapped in cloth: "If nothing else, you forgot to give the sword to the doctor."

"Ah!" Nian's face turned pale. She was so excited that she forgot about it.

"Do you want me to give it to you tomorrow?" Zhongyue asked.

"No." Nian bit his lip, "I think this sword... the summoning of spirits is not perfect enough."

The most beautiful and sweetest smile in the world slowly appeared on her face: "I will forge for a while and make him the best sword!"

Chapter 9 Does He Also Want to Have a Partner? (k)

The candle flames flickered in the darkness.

On the high platform arranged as an altar, Si Mei had disheveled hair and wore a ferocious mask of a giant beast. The mask had blood-like patterns and was carved with an angry face.

In the Shanhai tribe, Si Mei is also a special position. The Shanhai tribe does not have sorcerers in the traditional sense. Their power is inherited from giant beasts, and Si Mei is the person responsible for contacting the spirits of the giant beasts.

He danced a wild and primitive dance on the stage, waving his instruments to the rhythm of drums and chimes. His instruments were tied with tiny silver bells, and every dance produced a crisp sound. The eyes of everyone under the altar were pious and sincere.

"Ah, I have heard the words of my Lord. That year is prosperous, and the flames will perish! My Lord, wake up from the haze and return from the chaos. His body is like the continuous mountains of the sky. One eye is the sun, and the other eye is divided into two moons. The stars are my Lord's colorful clothes, and natural disasters are my Lord's wrath!"

"Shout my Lord's command, and all of you bow your heads!"

Si Mei opened his eyes in the darkness. He had a pair of evil blood-red eyes that emanated bursts of coldness. The flames on the altar dimmed immediately, and only his body was emitting a brilliant light. His feet gradually left the ground, and under his inky robe, billions of rays of light were radiating. At this moment, Si Mei was truly like a messenger of God!

Since he was the messenger of the gods, he should not be on the same level as mortals. The crowd bowed devoutly, touching the dirty ground with coal slag with their heads, and shouted enthusiastically: "The four seas and eight wastelands belong to his master!"

"The four seas and eight wastelands all belong to their master!!"

"Yes." Si Mei nodded proudly, his voice full of mockery, "In this world, mortals cannot control their desires. Those Taoists and lay Buddhists say that desires are the three corpses of human beings, and only by cutting off the three corpses can one ascend to become an immortal, but those Taoists are eating fat! Those monks and novice monks keep talking about greed, anger, and ignorance, but they have never cut off the root of evil."

"In the final analysis, where is the Taoist Patriarch? Where is the Buddha? These are nothing but the delusions of ordinary people. Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"Gods really existed in the past. Gods are the spirits of giant beasts. They have no desires and no requests. They love the world. We, the people of the mountains and seas, never act for our own selfish desires, but for the public good!"

The response burst out fiercely, almost shaking the mountains. Seeing that the effect had come, Si Mei pretended to be profound and slowly descended:

"Everyone, please retreat. My Lord will soon awaken. Then we will have to fight the usurper. There will be millions of corpses, thousands of miles of blood, and the mountains and rivers will be broken. But death is not to be feared. All death is the final salvation!"

"For my Lord!"

"For my Lord!!!"

Si Mei smiled with narrowed eyes, and as the drum beats and musical instruments faded away, she gradually retreated behind the curtain.

However, as soon as he arrived at the dark hall, his expression immediately changed from arrogance to piety. He knelt down and kowtowed. He was even more humble than the scattered soldiers of the Shanhai Clan. How could he look like he was above ten thousand people just now?

"grown ups."

The man sitting on the chair at the end of the hall smiled softly: "Your speech is very good. You are worthy of being the messenger responsible for communicating with the giant beast. You are really good at bewitching people."

"How can we communicate with the gods, sir? You know, since the end of the War of the Gods, the behemoths have disappeared, and we only got a little legacy." Si Mei said humbly.

“Having said that, mortals don’t know that mortals are weak and unable to endure the sufferings of the world. They need a belief, and religion is the best anesthetic. The only difference is that you are half true and half false.” The man sighed, exerted force on his wrist, and threw away a stack of...newspapers?

"What is this?" Si Mei was stunned, surprised that this person with supernatural powers could actually read a newspaper.

"Let's take a look." The man said softly.

Si Mei took it and was shocked after reading it once: "This is blasphemy, those people deserve to be killed a thousand times!"

The newspapers clearly stated that it was a movie promotion, and the villains were Shanhai Clan. But where did Shanhai Clan come from during the Sui Beast period? Anyone with a little common sense knows that Shanhai Clan was assembled after Sui disappeared. Shouldn't they follow some basic principles when making accusations? This is not nonsense!

Faced with this blatant smear, Si Mei got angry, and then... nothing happened.

What? Can you stop someone from making a movie?

"Whether it's blasphemy or not, I don't mind, and neither does Sui. The key point is that he knew I was targeting him, but he didn't run to the ends of the earth, but took the initiative to come to Yan, and even made a big fuss about making a movie. Don't you think this is a provocation to us?"

The man spoke quietly, the lines on his black robe surging, outlining a huge haze, as if a giant beast was sneering from within.

He was very curious. Knowing that he was targeting Zhuang Ning, how could the so-called doctor dare to act so brazenly?

"This person...deserves to die!" Si Mei echoed.

"Death is not a word that can be spoken lightly." The man's figure disappeared, and Si Mei suddenly realized that he was standing in front of her. He reached out his hand and gently stroked Si Mei's black hair, "The immortal stroked my head, and I will receive eternal life... Is this what it means?"

"Let's go to Yumen." The black robe with cloud patterns on the sleeves was like the deep night sky, "Begin the ceremony to awaken the Sui beast."

……

"What kind of story are we going to tell?" In the hall, with bright lights and shiny floors as a contrast, the screenwriter picked up the pen and brought up this seemingly meaningless but very concise topic.

"Didn't we agree on this yesterday?"

"That just sets the tone. What I want to ask are more detailed questions."

There were still a few people in the hall as yesterday. The old director and the actress leaned back and said nothing, but the young man took the lead:

"The Sui Beast helped humans to unify the country, and then the True Dragon was dissatisfied with submitting to the Sui Beast, and secretly raised an army. The Sui Beast also noticed it, but he just disdained humans. The Sui Beast's diehard fans are called Shanhai Clan, a group of thugs who do evil things, from stealing children's toys to plundering the people's wealth."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and she didn't feel any psychological burden at all about the smear campaign.