Chapter 365 365, Xiamen Journey 6

[Zhang Chi is a criminal policeman who is well-known throughout the country. For some seemingly complicated criminal cases, he will usually have clues in two days. Therefore, there are countless criminals who have fallen into his hands!

But recently, he has often been in a trance.

Because some seemingly unexpected things always happened around him. For example, yesterday, when he was about to drive onto the bridge, the bridge suddenly collapsed.

If it weren’t for an old man who suddenly jumped out of the intersection when the bridge collapsed, the police car driven by Zhang Chi happened to be driving on the small bridge...]

Under the dim light in the hay shed, Sun Hao quickly skimmed through the story and then put down the script in his hand.

how to say?

In "The God of Death", the protagonists each have their own way of death, but in "The King of Hell Arrives", all the ways of death are superimposed on one person. As for whether these ways of death are caused by "people" or "God" Made, haha..., who knows?

"How about it?"

Seeing Sun Hao finish reading the story, Zhang Yimou asked with a smile.

"It's a follow-up to the trend, but it's a bit new."

"Ha ha…"

Seeing Sun Hao say this, Zhang Weiping was happy.

"Yimou, what do you think? Sun Hao and I have the same point of view. Otherwise, we can just film this. Anyway, the 250,000 yuan script money has been spent."

But Zhang Yimou shook his head gently, his attitude remained firm.

At this time, the fat boss with quick hands and feet came over carrying several plates of dishes.

"Hehe... Director, you guys, I'll serve four dishes first. You guys can drink. The hare is in the pot and needs to be simmered for a while."

"good!"

In response, Sun Hao stood up and helped the fat boss put the dishes on the table.

Spicy stir-fried chicken nuggets, stir-fried eggs with green onions, cold bitter chrysanthemums, fried peanuts... The meat and vegetables are well matched, and they look very appetizing.

Zeng Li was very eye-catching, so he stood up and opened the liquor that Sun Hao brought, cleaned the four tea bowls, and then filled them one by one.

"Director, how about we chat while eating?" Sun Hao raised his chopsticks.

"good!"

Perhaps he was really hungry, so Zhang Yimou took a look at the stupid eggs fried with green onions.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

After chewing it carefully, Zhang Yimou praised it.

"Not bad, not bad, just eat more!" Enthusiastic Sun Hao moved the plate to Zhang Yimou.

But compared with Zeng Li, Zhang Yimou and Sun Hao who were all feasting, Zhang Weiping still didn't use his chopsticks.

"Sun Hao, I still want to hear you finish talking."

"Hmm... ok!" Sun Hao thought for a moment and put his chopsticks on the plate.

"Director, you are my guide. Without you, I might still be in the theater waiting for the favor of some director.

Therefore, if you have needs, I will naturally go all out. "

After saying this, Sun Hao suddenly looked at Zhang Weiping.

"Mr. Zhang, I wonder if you have heard of [63 Prophecies]?"

“Of course I’ve heard that it’s such a big deal.

And after the first four predictions all came true, news spread on the Internet that the American devils were frantically reinforcing the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York. It was said that they had obtained 60,000 tons of steel bars alone.

You think the person who wrote the prophecy is also strange. The other 62 prophecies all have precise occurrence times, and some are even accurate to minutes and seconds, but this fifth prophecy is the most damning, with only five short words. [The Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York collapsed].

As for when? For what reason? I don’t know anything about it, haha..." Zhang Weiping is obviously also a temperamental person, and he can’t hold his tongue when he talks about the matter that makes the American devils aggrieved.

Of course, Sun Hao was not idle when he was talking. He often touched his tea cup with Zhang Yimou. Although he had a bad stomach, he had to drink something when he came to Xiamen.

It didn't take long, maybe ten minutes, before Zhang Weiping, who was still unfinished, felt that something was wrong.

"Sun Hao, why are you asking me this?"

"it works!"

After replying with two words lightly, Sun Hao put down the tea cup in his hand.

"Mr. Zhang, after receiving the call from Zeng Li, I started to conceive of the plot. I wanted to ensure that the film was artistic and satisfy the director, and that the box office of the movie would not be less than one billion US dollars, so that Mr. Zhang could make money..."

"What?"

Zhang Weiping stood up from his seat, extremely shocked.

One billion dollars..., my God, did I hear that right?

Sun Hao actually said that he could guarantee that the box office of this movie would exceed one billion US dollars, so why make "The King of Hell Arrives"?

I’m going to shoot this!

"Sun Hao, you'd better talk about the plot first!"

Zhang Yimou is mature and prudent, but he always feels that it is not that simple. If there is such a good thing, wouldn't Sun Hao take the picture himself?

He now needs funds and actors. Even if he wants to use Hollywood superstars like Tom Hanks, I believe those Hollywood superstars will be very happy to be recruited by him.

"Well..." Sun Hao nodded and began to chat.

“The last one of [63 prophecies] is that Japan will launch a nuclear attack on New York, killing 6.7 million people and injuring countless others. My story is based on this prophecy.

It tells the story of James, a survivor on the verge of a nuclear disaster after a nuclear explosion..."

"puff…"

"Cough cough cough..."

"Bang!"

The story that Sun Hao wanted to talk about has not yet begun. Zhang Weiping, Zhang Yimou and even Zeng Li were all in a state of embarrassment, spraying water, coughing, and falling to the ground.

"Uh..., what's wrong with you?"

Sun Hao stood up and helped Zeng Li up from the ground.

"Sun Hao..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know that Japan and the United States are about to fight because of this prophecy?" Zhang Weiping said.

"It's just nonsense on the Internet. They are fine. Japan is like a watchdog. It bites whoever the United States tells it to bite." Sun Hao waved his hand disapprovingly.

"Mr. Zhang, just tell me, if this disaster movie is actually shot in New York, will it get a billion US dollars in box office worldwide?"

"Yes, it will definitely!

But Japan will definitely kill me!

Because if I shoot this movie, it is actually repeatedly reminding the United States that it is almost time, Japan will detonate a nuclear bomb on your territory." Zhang Weiping shook his head and sighed.

………

The drinking party was simple. After eating the wild rabbit meat, the four people left.

With Sun Hao's story idea, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Weiping took a car back to a hotel in Xiang'an City, while Sun Hao and Zeng Li walked hand in hand along the newly built road.

Damai Technology is not far from the hotel where the crew is staying, Diaoyu Island, only three kilometers away. The two of them walked and chatted, and they could walk there quickly.

"Sun Hao..."

"Hmm?"

"You did it on purpose?" Zeng Li tilted his head and smiled.

"I guess so!"

In front of his girlfriend, Sun Hao was frank.

"It has box office prospects, humanistic care, and artistic quality, because it deeply explores the human nature after the nuclear explosion...

But they dare not shoot, so it's not my fault.

And in this way, I can save a lot of trouble, so that people don't often ask me for movie scripts. I refuse, and I don't refuse!"

"Hmm..."

Zeng Li leaned her head on Sun Hao's shoulder. It's good to fall in love with such a smart man. Basically, nothing can stump him.

But at this moment, Zeng Li's mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and a text message came.