Chapter 366 366, Xiamen Journey 7

Five circular pits with a diameter of about 20 kilometers are deeply embedded in the once prosperous New York State. There is nothing in the pits, but there are several ruins on the edge of the deep pits that are crumbling.

Smith escaped!

When the nuclear explosion came, he was helping James, the richest man in the town, to renovate the basement. James was a fat man who was afraid of death and believed in the [63 prophecies] 30 years ago.

Therefore, before the predicted date came, he built a basement to prevent nuclear explosions. At this moment, he was renovating it. Who knew that the Japanese side launched a nuclear strike 6 months in advance.

Smith's colleagues are a total of six people, four men and two women, including two couples. And it was very coincidental that at the moment of the nuclear explosion, the fat James was checking the progress of the project in the basement with his wife and daughter...

Nine people survived in a small basement, with basically no water and food. It was impossible to survive until 15 days later when others came to rescue them.

So, the first thing everyone did when they woke up every morning was to see who would die today...

...

Hearing Sun Hao's story, to be honest, Zhang Yimou was moved!

Human nature, calculation, family affection..., all were revealed in this small basement. If this kind of movie is made, it is impossible not to win an award!

But, does Zhang Weiping dare to make it?

It was the eighth day of the lunar calendar, and the moonlight was still bright.

The white Toyota Prado was parked quietly on the side of the road, with the window rolled down. Zhang Weiping, who was driving, was smoking, frowning, one cigarette after another.

After thinking for a long time, he finally turned his head.

"Yimou, can we change the story setting, for example, the United States is being attacked by an unknown virus, and all the people are dead, leaving only eight or nine of them?"

"I'm afraid not!" Zhang Yimou shook his head.

"Why?"

"First, the reason why we predict that the box office of this movie can reach 1 billion US dollars is because it is the last and most important of the [63 predictions], and it has received extremely high attention worldwide.

If the factor of nuclear explosion is removed, I am afraid no one will pay attention to this movie."

"What about 2?"

"Second, Sun Hao just said that the story structure is like this. If you want to shoot it, you can shoot it. If you don’t want to shoot it, forget it. No one is allowed to change it.

Oh, by the way, there is..."

At this point, Zhang Yimou suddenly lowered his voice.

"I heard from Lao Zhao in Northeast China that the little artist surnamed Du in Hong Kong Island did not jump off the building to commit suicide, but appeared in Tokyo, Japan.

So you know!

In this case, if we still shoot such a movie, I am afraid it will be..."

At this point, Zhang Yimou stopped talking.

We are all smart people, and some things don’t need to be said clearly.

After two quarters of an hour, Zhang Weiping flicked the extinguished cigarette butt in his hand, closed the car window, and cursed fiercely:

"This damn Sun Hao!"

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"A-choo..."

With his right arm held by Zeng Li, Sun Hao could only raise his left hand to rub his nose.

"What's wrong, are you catching a cold?"

"No, I feel like someone is scolding me!"

"Puff..."

Hearing Sun Hao's answer, Zeng Li was immediately amused.

"Who told you to plot against Zhang Weiping?"

"How can this be a plot? I'm testing whether he has the courage to do so? If you want to take advantage of me, Sun Hao, then you have to let me see if he has the courage and strength to take advantage of me."

However, when talking about this, Sun Hao quickly changed the topic. It's better for his woman to be simple.

"Lili..."

"Hmm?"

"Who sent you a text message just now?"

"Shao Bing, the one who will play Linghu Chong in "Swordsman"." Zeng Li carefully explained this person in case Sun Hao didn't know him.

"Why did he ask you?" Sun Hao was curious.

"Swordsman" is scheduled to start shooting on July 16th. He hopes that I can arrive in Wuxi two days in advance so that we can rehearse the lines together."

"Oh..." Sun Hao responded, indicating that he knew.

"Huh..., by the way, Haozi, there is something I forgot to tell you.

Director Zhang Yibai, whose house we bought, called me two days ago and asked me what I thought of Li Yapeng playing Linghu Chong?

What can I think?

Li Yapeng is not playing Linghu Chong!"

Hearing his girlfriend's complaints about others, Sun Hao smiled gently.

It turns out that in his previous life, Shao Bing was fired for playing Linghu Chong not because he was a big shot, but because someone wanted him to leave.

………

Someone wanted Shao Bing to leave, but Sun Hao insisted that Zhang Yimou stay.

The next day, early in the morning

Many people had not yet woken up from their sleep, but Sun Hao was already waiting in the lobby of the hotel where Zhang Yimou was staying.

"Hey..., Sun Hao, why are you here?"

"Don't we have to shoot today?"

The sleepy Zhang Yimou came down from upstairs and was about to go to the restaurant for breakfast when he saw Sun Hao.

"Shoot, of course we have to shoot!

However, I changed the shooting time to the afternoon."

"Then what are you doing..."

"Director, I came here specially to pick you up." Standing in the lobby, Sun Hao wanted to smile honestly.

"Why did you pick me up?" Zhang Yimou was even more curious.

"Director, you see, I helped you yesterday. Although you haven't decided whether to shoot that movie yet, I also helped."

"Yes, I know this!"

"Then shouldn't you return the favor?"

"Well..., I should!"

Although he had a smile on his face, Zhang Yimou swore in his heart that this was Sun Hao. If someone else from the Chinese film and television industry came here, I would definitely slap him in the face.

And..., and your sister!

Zhang Yimou was complaining in his heart, and Sun Hao laughed.

"Then..., Director, let's go!"

"Let's go, what are you going to do?"

"Help me shoot an advertisement, a mobile phone advertisement."

"Uh..."

"Director, don't eat breakfast here. Do you remember the straw shed last night? I asked Zeng Li to go there early in the morning and asked the fat boss to make your favorite chicken noodle soup."

"I love chicken noodle soup..., who said that? I like to eat Shaanxi oil-splashed noodles!"

"Hehe, it's the same!"

Sun Hao smiled and pulled Zhang Yimou into the car.

………

Round straw hat, red autumn clothes, green military pants, green rubber shoes…

An hour later, Zhang Yimou, who had finished eating chicken noodle soup in the straw shed, looked at his outfit and the junk collecting tricycle next to him, and was really a little confused.

Why am I so familiar with this outfit?

At this time, Sun Hao came over with a walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Director, the plot of this ad is very simple.

You are a rag collector, walking the streets. When you come to this village, you see a little boy trying to eat a walnut but biting it with his teeth. So you feel compassion for him, take his walnut, and take a picture with your phone. The walnut breaks, but the phone is still intact. Then a song starts, and the screen shows that a call has come in."

At this point, Sun Hao specifically instructed:

"Director, when you come over there on this tricycle, you can shout or not, but remember, don't shout [An Hong, I miss you]..."

"Puff, haha..."

Sun Hao, who was explaining the play, hadn't finished talking about the precautions yet, but Zeng Li, Hu Jing, Yan Danchen and others standing at the head of Gongjilou Village burst into laughter.

Zhang Yimou wanted to get angry, but suddenly he laughed too.

Haha..., it's interesting, I'm old enough to be his father, but Sun Hao treats me as a buddy.