Lin Yifeng looked at the rat in front of him, also seriously considering this question.

Putting aside other issues, his main reason for looking for a film crew that could make films was that he hoped these people would be experienced.

This is different from shooting commercials with Lin Huo. It's not enough to just shoot two or three clips. The whole storyline must be connected. The most important part is post-production.

Adjusting the audio, cutting clips, and designing the entire TV series are all things that the production team will be doing this time.

If the mouse's skills are good, he'll definitely be fine doing this job.

After all, Lam Yat-Fung isn't very famous in the industry, and he wasn't planning on making a big investment; he was aiming for a web series production.

In an era where many companies are looking to rake in huge profits, they look down on projects like Lin Yifeng's even less.

Lin Yifeng bent down and picked up a videotape from the side of his feet, glancing at the cover and title.

"The Secret I Can't Tell My Sister-in-Law?"

"Tender as Fire?"

"Whether it will work or not, I need to see if your skills are up to par first."

"As long as the technology is up to standard and the team is assembled, we just need to be prepared."

Upon hearing this, the mouse's eyes lit up, and it immediately got up, found a box, and began packing.

"No problem, no problem."

"Boss, which flavor do you want?"

"Look, I have many types here, including story-driven ones, Asian ones, and Japanese ones."

As he spoke, the mouse began to introduce the movies he had worked on.

This enthusiastic attitude is no less than that of the salespeople at the movie theater here.

This scene made Meng Ran, who was standing next to him, laugh.

Lin Yifeng frowned slightly and coughed softly.

"The type doesn't matter, what matters is your skill level."

"Pick a few of the ones you think are the best for me."

"I'll go back and read it, then I'll think about it."

The mouse was stunned for a moment before realizing what Lin Yifeng wanted these for.

He looked around awkwardly, then found ten films that he felt he had performed well in and gave them to Chet Lam.

Lin Yifeng asked Meng Ran, who was standing next to him, to carry the bag, and then said goodbye to the rat before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Yang Biaozi sneaked back to his room.

He watched the mice tidying up the house, then leaned closer and whispered.

"Bro, do you know any of those types?"

Which one?

"European and American women, big-breasted and with big butts."

The mouse frowned and looked at Yang Biaozi with a complicated expression.

"There are some, but I haven't taken many photos."

"They mostly cast actresses."

Yang Biaozi's face lit up with joy, and he repeatedly beckoned to the rat.

"Give it to me, give it to me."

"Lend me a few to enjoy."

Seeing that Yang Biaozi had said so, the rat didn't hesitate. After rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, it finally found a few dusty videotapes.

Yang Biaozi wiped the dust off the surface and couldn't stop smiling.

Holy crap! You directed this?!

"I've seen it too!"

"This one too?"

"You're something else, kid!"

"I have to talk to Brother Feng a lot when I get back, I'm your number one fan!"

Yang Biaozi's enthusiastic manner left the mouse somewhat bewildered.

After a few polite exchanges, Yang Biaozi fled at lightning speed, leaving the rat in the room completely bewildered.

When Lin Yifeng got back into the car, he looked at Yang Biaozi's happy expression and shook his head with a wry smile, not knowing what to say to him.

After everyone returned to the hotel, Lin Yifeng asked the front desk for a projector.

These days, videotapes are the main type of videotape, though VCDs are also available, but the mouse didn't give me many in VCD format.

After setting up the equipment inside the room, Lin Yifeng leaned against the bed and began to watch the movie made by the mouse.

As for Meng Ran, she naturally couldn't stand this, so she could only leave the room to avoid it.

In the following two days, Lin Yifeng's tasks became more demanding.

Aside from watching movies in the room, the rest of the time is spent watching movies.

It has to be said that this mouse is quite skilled, with various angle adjustments, zooming in and out, and perfectly timed pauses.

He's definitely the kind of photographer who can capture your heart and soul.

Unfortunately, after watching for a while, Lin Yifeng's dry mouth subsided, and for this type of movie, he could only watch it passively without feeling any emotional impact.

Putting aside the plot, at least in terms of filming techniques, the production team definitely has some skill.

As expected of a master craftsman with over ten years of experience, he knows what the audience wants to see and knows to leave more time for narration in the key parts.

To be fair, this guy's filming skills are far superior to those of many film studios in China.

While other film studios were still just turning stage plays into movies, this guy was already experimenting with various zoom lenses from abroad to create suspense.

This guy even made a horror movie.

Putting aside the quality of the films, Lin Yifeng seriously doubted whether anyone would actually watch this type of Category III film.

Two days later, in Lin Yifeng's hotel room.

The mouse sat upright in the chair, cautiously looking at Lin Yifeng.

Zhang Jisheng was also by his side.

Lin Yifeng leaned against the bed, looked at the mouse in front of him, and coughed softly.

"good."

"The technology is definitely not a problem."

"I am very satisfied with this."

These words made the mouse's face light up with joy, knowing that there was hope for this.

At this moment, Yang Biaozi, who was sitting next to him, also gave a thumbs up and echoed him in a weak tone.

I agree!

"This guy is definitely something else!"

"That's amazing!"

Lin Yifeng frowned as he looked at Yang Biaozi.

In just two days, Yang Biaozi had become pale and thin, with dark circles under his eyes, and most importantly, his lips had long lost their color.

It's easy to imagine how crazy this guy must have become in the last two days.

In Meng Ran's words, he hadn't seen Yang Biaozi leave the house since he returned.

Lin Yifeng was afraid that if he stayed for a few more days, Yang Biaozi would die in his room before he even got back.

Meng Ran couldn't help but complain as well.

"Biaozi, you should say less, hey."