At this time, Fang Yongmei was still talking about her new idea: "...I just saw Xiao Su's performance, which made me realize that the script was not written correctly. Fortunately, Xiao Su acted correctly, so I want to add a later stage in this section... No, basically, we have to do this scene in the later stage. Let's start with Xiao Su looking down at the rain in his hand, let's pounce the rain into blood..."

Su Yin's eyes widened suddenly.

I'll go!

This is so awesome!

She was sure, sure and sure, that Fang Yongmei didn't see the illusion just now.

That's not something that ordinary people can see.

However, the artist's intuition or sixth sense is so incredible. With Su Yin's live reaction alone, the great director accurately unveiled the first picture in the illusion, and resonated with Su Yin's perception.

No wonder art comes from the ancient dance master, which is even more accurate than the dance master.

"...In addition to the blood-like rain, in the later stage, we will put it on the plane and bomb the low altitude, houses explode, fires are everywhere, and people cry and run away. We also have these materials in this drama, and then some of them will be settled here. However, this one should be made into a silent film, without sound effects. The only sound of this scene is the sound of rain. If you want to strengthen the effect, add a little more woman's breathing, so that the sense of depression will come out."

Fang Yongmei said while gesturing back and forth on the monitor, her whole face glowing with excitement:

"The sky also makes you look like a bloody red and black hair, and you will feel like you are destruction in the end of the world. As for Chen Yunluan, let's use the first thirty seconds of Xiao Su's previous line, which is very dull, very tidy, and a little at a loss, standing in front of the destroyed and dead world."

Su Yin couldn't help but stare at Fang Yongmei.

Every time the other party says something, her admiration will increase by one point.

Director Fang’s intuition was simply keen and terrifying. And what he said was almost the same as what Su Yin saw in his illusion.

Isn’t that illusion the end of the world?

It has to be said that human minds are boundless, especially those who engage in art. And perfectionists like Fang Yongmei have added infinite possibilities to the realization of this mind.

At this time, not only Su Yin, but also Xiao Ding, the people surrounding him were completely impressed by Fang Yongmeitian's imagination.

Just imagine those scenes and you can feel the weight and thickness of the scene, and the effect of the filming must be very good.

Xiao Ding's eyes were wide open, and she looked at Director Fang with admiration. While listening to her various thoughts, her head was like a chicken pecking at rice, almost stars appeared in her eyes.

"...We must make a sense of contrast here. The personal insignificance and the cruelty and greatness of the troubled times must be made very clearly."

Fang Yongmei was still talking.

Rather than saying that she is expressing to everyone, she is using the language tool to organize her own ideas:

"And Chen Yunluan, she is evasive and cowardly. When facing the biggest changes in her life, she can only be immersed in emotions. A reaction like joining the army seems to be a failure now. Now that we change this, the behavioral logic of Chen Yunluan is finally self-consistent, and emotional coherence is also revealed. In my heart, I finally breathed evenly."

Fang Yongmei raised her hand and rubbed her face, exhaled a long breath, and her eyes were filled with joy and joy after the work was completed.

"Okay, Director Fang, I've written it down, I'll contact the post-production studio right now." Xiao Ding also looked honored, put the small script aside, and ran outside to make a phone call.

Fang Yongmei sat for a while, unscrewed the thermos cup next to her, took two sips of throat-soling tea, turned her head, and suddenly saw Su Yin. She said "Oh" and patted her forehead: "Oh, look at my memory, I almost forgot you. Come, come with me."

She stood up with a thermos cup and signaled Su Yin to follow her.

Seeing this, everyone immediately scattered birds and beasts.

This is obviously a private conversation, and if you get along next to me, it would be too ignorant.

Fang Yongmei still pulled Su Yin to the edge of the canopy and was farther away from the main force. Then she asked with a smile: "Xiao Su, do you have any work next?"

Su Yin's heart moved, but her face was normal, and she smiled and said, "I was about to report to the teacher. I have to go back to the imperial capital soon."

As he said that, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he didn't look like he was talking deeper, and he whispered: "It seems that there is something wrong with the contract."

The words are vague, as if there is a hidden secret that is difficult to describe.

Fang Yongmei immediately understood.

Speaking of which, the involvement between Su Yin and Tianma, Perfect, and Gongshang are not a secret in the circle. Fang Yongmei has also heard some news.

The relationship between the three major companies, plus an eighteenth line, is not uncommon. Therefore, when Su Yin's words were revealed, Fang Yongmei knew that this matter was indeed not easy to talk about. For a moment, there was a little more sympathy in her eyes when she looked at Su Yin.

The gossips that happened some time ago were indeed bad enough, and Su Yin must have suffered a lot. Fortunately, this child is pretty good-natured, serious, down-to-earth, and obedient, but he completed his work successfully. This spirit is still very commendable.

"Then you hurry up and go back early to get things done. It is related to your future. It cannot be delayed. Even if your show is not finished, I will give you fakes. It's just enough to save trouble now." Fang Yongmei agreed happily.

Su Yin expressed his gratitude. Fang Yongmei waved her hand and still asked the topic just now: "I'll ask you, do you have any arrangements from June to July?"

As soon as these words came out, Su Yin's heart relaxed.

It turned out to be a month or two later, so it was easy to say, and then said, "I have time, but the company has not made any arrangements for me."

The boss behind the scenes is here, what is not arranged, it’s a matter of one sentence.

"Okay, I happen to have a job. You should have heard of "Yelong" by Northeast TV, right? It's a very famous IP." Fang Yongmei took a sip of tea, slowly smashed a piece of stuffed cake on Su Yin's head.

It's still the taste of Northeast green onion.

Su Yin was a little confused on the spot.

"Yelong"?!
Chapter completed!