I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 391 Batman says he has to ask for copyright

Without the help of Sohu, the public opinion about Qin Muchu on the Internet dropped by half in an instant.

Soon the belated media paparazzi also got wind of the news and stopped reporting on the relevant news. There were rumors in the industry that Qin Muchu invited the "Shang Fang Sword" to chop off their heads.

The entertainment tabloids that had followed the trend and criticized Qin Muchu for not taking responsibility not only urgently took down the articles that were going to continue to be black, but even wanted to take back the newspapers that had been sent out.

In less than two days, the discussion about this incident on the Internet disappeared without a trace. Only some passersby occasionally discussed it, but their attention was quickly attracted by new entertainment news.

For example, a certain aunt announced her reconciliation with Zhang Ziyi.

This news immediately made the entertainment industry excited, and the popularity was much higher than that of Qin Muchu.

The "Splash Ink" incident at the end of last year was a hot topic. Thanks to media reports and netizens' support, the identities of the protagonists behind the incident and the twists and turns of the story have made the melon-eaters happy.

And now they have reconciled?

Just like the second season of your favorite show, the paparazzi have something to do again - dig deeper into the reasons for reconciliation.

"A paparazzi photographed Aunt Zhao going to Laogen Villa. It is speculated that Zhao Benshan contributed."

Yang Mi shared domestic gossip via international long distance calls.

Outsiders were shocked by the reconciliation between Zhang and Zhao, and many people in the circle were wondering who helped Zhang Ziyi, but she knew the inside information early on, which made Sister Mi feel as happy as if she had won the Best Actress Award.

"Some people say that you helped Zhang Ziyi."

"Me? I don't have that ability, and I'm not familiar with Zhang Ziyi."

Speaking of Zhang Ziyi, Qin Muchu's teeth were a little sore.

Ever since Zeng Li was irritated that night by Zhang Ziyi's invitation to be a summer camp teacher, he had been alone in his empty room for four days.

Yang Mi heard Qin Muchu's dissatisfaction, and also remembered the "Zengli separation", and teased him with a provocative tone:
"Xiao Chuchu, do you want to make a video? Sister Mi is wearing black stockings now. You can do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. Don't forget the crafts, hahahaha."

Listening to the harsh laughter, Qin Muchu suddenly lost his mood for chatting and gritted his teeth and said:
"When I get back, I'll tear off all the black silk stockings for you!"

After saying harsh words, he immediately hung up the phone.

He looked at his hands with anger on his face.

We are already brothers who share blessings, how can we become a couple who are rubbing shoulders with each other again?

No, I can't live in such a dull life for a day anymore. We must put order out of the chaos and revive our husband's relationship!

No one can stop me today. If Liu Xiqian dares to stop me, just... tell her mother!
After cheering himself up, Qin Muchu prepared to go next door to arrest Zeng Li and bring him to justice.

Just arrived at the door, the doorbell rang.

"Sister Mo?"

Qin Muchu opened the door, and Zhang Mo was standing at the door with a bit of shock on his face.

"Xiao Qin, do you want to go out?"

Zhang Mo saw Qin Muchu opening the door so quickly and looking anxious, so he thought he was in a hurry, so he asked again:

"Did something happen?"

"Uh, it's okay."

Qin Muchu couldn't say that he couldn't hold it in anymore. When he saw a few A4 papers in Zhang Mo's hand that seemed to have pictures on them, he guessed the purpose of her visit.

Zhang Mo was asked to consider whether to be a short film director for the summer camp, but Zhang Mo couldn't decide immediately, and he didn't push him.

Four days have passed in the blink of an eye. If I read correctly, Zhang Mo should be holding a split shot.

"Come in first."

Seeing that it was business, Qin Muchu had no choice but to postpone the "arrest" plan, got out of the way, and led Zhang Mo to the sofa in the living room.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, Zhang Mo handed the A4 paper in his hand to Qin Muchu:

"Xiao Qin, this is the storyboard I drew and part of the accompanying script. Take a look."

As expected.

Qin Muchu smiled. Since he had drawn the storyboards and showed them to himself, it showed that Zhang Mo was still inclined to take over as the director of the summer camp short film.

It just needs an affirmation from the outside world.

He didn't say anything, took over the camera and sat across from Zhang Mo and started watching.

I read it very carefully, reading it bit by bit according to the supporting script, and occasionally stopped to think for a while.

This made Zhang Mo very nervous.

When it comes to splitting shots, Qin Muchu is an absolute master.

"Three Guns" was the first crew she worked with. At that time, she asked her old man if there was any director's quick way to quickly become a first-class director.

It was originally just a joke. The director is not a martial artist, so there is no such thing as being taught a martial arts by an expert and becoming a master of martial arts overnight.

But I didn't expect the old man to say yes.

The method is very simple, that is, Qin Muchu's split shots and a good photographer.

At that time, she thought the old man was also joking with her. It was not until she later joined the crew of "Love Letter" and saw the footage of "Love Letter" that she believed it.

Realistic like movie scenes.

If there was such a scene, she would really have the illusion that I can have sex with her!

Time slipped away quietly in this quiet atmosphere, and the only sound in the room was the sound of turning pages of paper every once in a while.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Mo's thoughts flew to Java, and Qin Muchu finally finished watching the last scene.

"Sister Mo, the painting is good."

He first affirmed Zhang Mo's painting skills.

Although he drew well with different shots, he did not criticize others because of this. As the name suggests, the most important thing is the lens, the angle from which the camera shoots.

As for the scenes and characters in it, don’t be too entangled, just express your meaning.

At least Zhang Mo didn't draw a stick figure.

"It's good to shoot like this. It's the last scene, where my mother calls to reveal the identity of the "rich boy". That's what I thought. I don't want to show the "rich boy's" face."

After confirming it, Qin Muchu took out the last shot and handed it to Zhang Mo, pointing out the differences with her ideas.

"A scene that doesn't show face?"

Zhang Mo looked at the storyboard she had drawn. She was greatly shocked by the huge reversal of the role of "rich boy", so she specially designed the image of this character.

Although the painting is not as good as a professional painter, the facial features are still quite clear.

He picked up the split shot and placed it next to Qin Muchu’s face:
"Don't they look alike? I asked Sister Li and Sissi, and they said they are quite similar. They have a certain charm, especially the small mole on the left cheek..."

Qin Muchu was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react. He took down the A4 paper in a state of laughter and tears:
"Sister Mo, there is really no metaphor for what I wrote in this story. You really should not cause trouble. If you act like this, I will be sent in sooner or later."

Seeing Qin Muchu like this, Zhang Mo also chuckled, and then showed an "I understand" expression:
"Xiao Qin, don't worry. I'll go back and change the character to be more obscure. Well... remove the mole, find a tall actor, and hang a "Star You" poster behind it to make sure people know it's you. There’s no evidence.”

"..."

I have a mmp, I don't know if I should say it or not.

"Xiao Yang"'s face suddenly appeared in Qin Muchu's mind, and his lips moved. After a while, he sighed and decided not to dwell on this topic:
"Sister Mo, there is a reason why I said not to show my face. Not only I don't show my face, I even think it is best to design the gender to be unknown."

Zhang Mo, who looked proud just now, turned into surprise:

"Unknown for both genders?"

"Ah."

Qin Muchu nodded:
"If the face or gender appears, it is a constraint and limitation on the character. Do you understand what I mean?" These words overturned Zhang Mo's previous understanding. She thought carefully for a while before saying:
"You are saying that this character has a symbolic meaning. He represents a group of people. He may not even be a person, but a warning to those who blindly follow public opinion to have their own thinking. Maybe there is another side to the matter and not to jump to conclusions. ?

In this case, the plot of making phone calls cannot be used. The phone will expose the voices of men and women, and it will be changed to online QQ text communication..."

She looked at Qin Muchu, her eyes brightening as she spoke.

This is another understanding of the character, and compared to the metaphor she thought before, this understanding is undoubtedly more "generous and upscale", and the arrangement is more literary and artistic.

At this moment, she really doubted whether she had misunderstood Qin Muchu.

Suspicious eyes:

"Liuzi, you really have no metaphor this time?"

Seeing that the topic was brought up again, Qin Muchu rolled his eyes speechlessly and leaned on the sofa:

"Sister Mo, what do you understand by the sentence 'In my back garden, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree'?"

This time it was Zhang Mo's turn to be stunned.

What jujube tree?
Aren't you talking about the script?Why did you suddenly mention jujube trees?
"You have a jujube tree at home? I didn't see it last time I went there. Is it in the courtyard?"

A woman's sixth sense told her that she was being scolded, but she didn't know what she was being scolded for.

Then her eyes gradually became dangerous:

"Sister Li said to come to my room tonight..."

"Ahem, that's nothing. I just planned to buy two jujube trees to plant in the yard and produce jujubes for Huimin."

It was about the sexual welfare of brothers. Qin Muchu hurriedly spoke, without giving Zhang Mo time to think. He asked again:
"Sister Mo, have you agreed to take over the job of summer camp director?"

Zhang Mo's thoughts drifted away from the "jujube tree" as expected. His expression was hesitant, but his voice was firm:

"Well, I want to try."

Qin Muchu smiled.

This answer was not surprising to him. As the daughter of Lao Mouzi, Zhang Mo had many insiders to help him grow up.

He was recommended by Li Yu to enter the New York University Film School, and Lao Mouzi took him with him. He can be regarded as a selfless professor, and there are more people I won’t talk about.

It is said that Qin Muchu was the prince of the capital, and Jiang Wen helped him greatly in the early stage. But compared to Zhang Mo, his "prince" was a vassal state.

If Zhang Mo didn't even have the courage to try under such conditions, then he could only say... practice the trumpet.

"Have you told Director Zhang about this?"

Qin Muchu asked.

When you make a short film for a summer camp, you will definitely hear from the old man and ask for his opinion.

Moreover, Zhang Mo may also be used in the post-production of "Hawthorn Tree". At that time, coordinating the schedule or finding someone to replace him will have to be arranged in advance.

"Not yet. I'm going to wait for my dad to come in a few days and talk to him in person about the micro-movie and your parent-child variety show."

Zhang Mo shook his head.

"Ah? Is the old man coming?"

Qin Muchu was a little surprised and didn't even pay attention to the title.

Zhang Mo didn't care what Qin Muchu called his father. Anyway, every time the three of them were together, her biological daughter was like an outsider.

"Yes, didn't I say it last night? Now Dongyu and the others are getting smoother and smoother. The progress has not only caught up, but also exceeded expectations. My dad can spare two days to come here to attend the awards... Oh yes, yesterday I said it in Sissi’s room at night, but you weren’t here.”

Zhang Mo said with a teasing smile on his face.

Qin Muchu's face turned dark instantly.

To prevent him from robbing Zeng Li, Liu Xiqian's room has become a restricted area for him.

It's obviously worth his money to stay in a hotel!

Seeing Zhang Molian's gloating written all over his face, he thought of something while he was unhappy, and his dark face instantly turned into a smile:
"By the way, Sister Mo, there's something I forgot to tell you."

"what's up?"

Zhang Mo felt that Qin Muchu's smile was a bit charming.

"This summer camp is jointly organized by three schools. One micro-film director is definitely not enough. A conservative estimate would be at least one from each school, and more than two."

Qin Muchu paused for a moment, wanting to see Zhang Mo's reaction.

Zhang Mo nodded calmly, which was within her expectations.

She had thought before that there would be at least more than 100 students from the three schools. Such a number of students would definitely not fit in a short film. Qin Muchu would ask questions even if he didn't tell her.

"Then what? How many directors' works are competing?"

Qin Muchu was a little surprised, not only because Zhang Mo guessed correctly, but also because she looked confident and not timid at all.

Thumbs up and praised:

"As expected of Sister Mo."

"so so."

Zhang Mo waved his hand and wanted to pretend to be calm, but he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

After all, she is only in her twenties...early twenties this year, and the thought of "competing on the same stage" with others still gives her a youthful spirit.

“The Best Director of the First Academy Summer Camp—Zhang Mo!!!”

She has already imagined being on stage to receive the award in a few months - if this happens.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet."

Qin Muchu ruthlessly interrupted Zhang Mo's fantasy, with the same smiling expression on his face:
"There is no money to be made as a director of a summer camp short film."

Zhang Mo's expression showed no emotion at all.

Two days ago, when Zeng Li persuaded her to agree to be the director of the micro-film summer camp and analyzed it for her, she realized how precious this identity was.

No matter what the entertainment industry in China is, if you look to the bottom of it, you can't get around three mountains: Zhongxi, Yanying, and Shangxi.

The status of this summer camp micro-director is equivalent to being recognized by three academies and becoming "one of our own". The power of connections this brings cannot be measured in terms of money.

"Xiao Qin, sister, you are rich."

Zhang Mo gently patted Qin Muchu's arm, feeling that it felt so good to say this in front of this billionaire.

"Yes, of course Sister Mo is rich."

Qin Muchu nodded. Zhang Mo's tone and words now were almost exactly the same as before he told Teacher Cui his decision.

The only difference is that Teacher Cui said "the school is rich".

"So [Chao Qin Muchu] will give a sum of money to the director who has the No. 1 micro-film rating to use it for the filming of his first movie. If he makes a profit, he will only get back the principal; if he loses, the company will keep it.

This amount of money is capped at 5000 million. "

"what!?"

A high-decibel exclamation sounded, and Qin Muchu smiled with satisfaction.

Sure enough, Teacher Cui had the same reaction.

The phrase "I'm rich" must be copyrighted by everyone except him!

(End of this chapter)