Chapter 029

In addition to discussions about the plot, the most popular posts in the forum are discussions about comic-adapted dramas.

It was just a rumor before, but now the news has been confirmed. Countless fans of various stars have flocked to the forums, and each fan takes turns to photoshop and beautify their favorite stars, making their faces thinner and their legs longer. After a series of combos, they post the final results on the forums.

The most popular characters are still the three main characters, and almost all the celebrities have been pushed forward by fans to make their debut.

Apart from that, its popularity has slightly declined, but because of its rich character, many stars who like military films have been recommended by fans in forums.

Only when I came to Mo Huailan, I was met with cold...

——emmmm, suddenly I can’t imagine what Mr. Mo would look like if he was played by a popular young hunk. Would he lack charisma?

——If Mr. Mo knew that the actor playing him was a young boy, he would probably be so angry that he would type him out of the comic book.

——What do you think of XXX? He has played emperors and generals. Is he good-looking?

——XXX is barely okay as He Lu, but let him play Mo Da Lao? Imagine XXX with a rainbow whip

——Damn, it’s an eyesore!

Unlike Mo Huailan, many fans recommended him to play Su Xiaole, and they have even selected several alternative actors.

And these actors, without exception, are child stars.

After roughly looking through the information, Yan Nanfeng quickly got the director's contact information. After stating his desire to invest, the two parties had a very pleasant chat.

Yan Nanfeng learned from the director that he really wanted to invite the original author of the comic to join the crew and personally edit the script, but unfortunately the author refused.

The small succulent plants on the windowsill have thick pink leaves, and their cute appearance makes people want to take photos and post them to show off. Yan Nanfeng had a smile on his face, but his voice was regretful.

"If the original author had joined, it would definitely have brought more topics and traffic to the show. What a pity..."

As he spoke, he twisted a corner of the leaf with his slender fingers, gently broke it off, and pulled it off.

He took the succulent leaf in his hand, lifted it up to face the sunlight to check the pulse inside, listened to the director's sigh on the other side, exerted force with his fingers, and the thick leaf burst open, revealing the green flesh inside.

"Why don't you give me the author's contact information so I can give it a try?"

After getting the contact information, Yan Nanfeng did not rush to contact the author. He called his real-life professional manager.

The professional manager majored in finance in college, but unfortunately his family had no power or influence. Even though he performed well in college, he was still unemployed after graduation and almost ended up selling insurance.

Later, by some strange coincidence, Yan Nanfeng got to know this person and gave him an interview opportunity.

Cheng Haobo drove over. When he saw Yan Nanfeng, he saw his boss fiddling with a bare potted plant.

"Mr. Yan, this is the asset analysis you requested. According to what you said, I calculated the current liquid funds on the books. If you invest in "Alien Rise" in the name of the company, we can let our public relations team conduct pre-promotion and warm-up. Of course, your personal account can also fully meet the investment needs, and the income will go directly to your account. This is the analysis report made by the team, please take a look."

"What do you suggest?"

Cheng Haobo rolled his glasses, a gleam in his eyes, and quickly replied: "My suggestion is to go through the company. Then the subsequent publicity and account sharing can be handled by the company's professionals. If you do it alone, you will lose a lot of control."

"Does the control include casting and plot modification?" Yan Nanfeng poured some water on the potted plant and placed it back under the sunlight. His expression was gentle, and although his speech was slow, every word could be heard clearly.

"Not only that," Cheng Haobo said, "there are also a series of issues involving actual interests, such as profit sharing and the proportion of GG investment."

"Okay, I'll invest personally then," Yan Nanfeng raised his hand, "Here's the contact information of the original author of the comic book "Alien Rising". Find a place. I want to invite him and the director to have a meal in three days."

Cheng Haobo confirmed, "In the hospital?"

"Why not call it Xilaibao Hotel?" Yan Nanfeng smiled and decided on the address. "I'll change the name of the place before I go there. Why not call it..." Yan Nanfeng smiled, "Linming Hotel."

After Tai Sixiang found out that the name of the hotel he was invited to was "Lin Ming", he originally refused to go out, but now he just put on his backpack and came.

At the entrance of the hotel, he ran into the director he had met last time. The director was very serious, with droopy eyelids that made him look like someone who was not someone to be trifled with. The wrinkles between his eyebrows were so deep that they could kill a mosquito.

"Hello, Director Zhang."

Taishou Xiang started drawing comics soon after he graduated. He didn't have the chance to find a job and face the ravages of society, so at this time he was still a young and green fool.

But perhaps it is precisely because of the pure love for anime that he was able to create such a passionate series as "Alien Descend"?

Director Zhang looked at Taishouxiang and felt a headache when he thought about how this author didn't even give him any face and rejected him directly with such a stubborn attitude.

"Okay, go in first. Do you know who called you here?"

Tai Siu Hsiang was a little nervous. He was wearing a brace on his hand and it was difficult to use force so he couldn't show respect for the elderly and love for the young.

Fortunately, the hotel's door was an automatic sensor door, so he didn't need to help push the door. The two of them walked in while talking.

"Yes, it seems to be an investor named Yan?"

Although Tai Siu Hsiang knew that the investor wanted to hire him as the original author, he did not have much say in the crew, so what was the point of hiring him?

Anyway, Taiwan Spy is in a fog.

The two were quickly led to a private room by the receptionist. Director Zhang asked the receptionist, "Is Mr. Yan not here yet?"

The door opened, and a gentle voice with a smile said, "Director Zhang, hello, I'm Yan Nanfeng."

When Taishou Xiang, who was following behind, heard the voice, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He suddenly wanted to add a new character to his comic, that is, a gentle, amiable and considerate little brother!

Just like he had a sudden flash of inspiration and added Mo Huailan before, and then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and added Su Xiaole, now, at this moment, this premonition came again!

He couldn't wait to paint, even if his hand was broken.

So he took out his drawing board from his backpack...

Oh, my arm is broken, and I don’t have a drawing board in my backpack today.

Tai Si Xiang instantly wilted. He followed Director Zhang, found his own seat and sat down dejectedly.

"You just walked in a short while ago. What happened? You seemed to be in good spirits."

Director Zhang was shocked when he saw how depressed Tai Hung looked.

"I want to paint," Tai Si Xiang sighed, "but my hands are not good enough."

"Mr. Tai is very dedicated. I have always admired the frequency of his comic book updates."

Hearing these comforting words, Tai Sixiang raised his head with a wry smile, then he looked at the person sitting in the wheelchair in front of him and blinked hard.

After a moment, he raised his hand and slapped himself, "You've gone crazy with drawing. You saw a person in a wheelchair and thought it was a comic character."

The loud slap startled Director Zhang, but Yan Nanfeng didn't even blink, and even the curve of his mouth didn't change.

"Mr. Tai, are you talking about Mo Huailan?"

"I'm not Mr. Tai. The pen name Tai Xie Xiang belongs to my ex-girlfriend. My name is Chen Shuang. You can just call me by my name."

The clean and fresh big man still had the pure air of a college student. Yan Nanfeng crossed his hands and signaled him with his eyes to look at the menu in front of him.

"This menu was decided in advance by Director Zhang and I. Please see if there is anything you want to add. If so, just ask the waiter."

“No, no, no,” Chen Shuang waved his hands repeatedly. He tried to humbly push the menu back, but his fingers pressed on the menu and he saw the name of a dish out of the corner of his eye. “Fried worms?! Holy shit!!”

Chen Shuang immediately did not refuse, and even pulled the unique menu in front of him and looked at all the names of the dishes on it.

In the end, he actually ordered several famous dishes, such as "Charcoal-grilled double-necked bird".

Director Zhang poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. He had been looking at Yan Nanfeng since he entered the room. Although this person was nothing like the character in the drama he was going to shoot, and even his personality was completely different, he felt that if he was going to shoot "Aliens", the candidate for Mo Huailan would have to be the person in front of him.

Is this what other directors call "fit"?

Director Zhang actually has his own set of standards when it comes to filming TV series and selecting actors. He believes that actors are trained, and without training it would be impossible to find actors in the entertainment industry who are exactly suitable for his plot.

But today, he actually had this strange...illusion?

"Mr. Yan, do you like filming?" Director Zhang asked tentatively.

Yan Nanfeng looked away from Chen Shuang and replied with a slight smile, "I like watching plays."

That’s right, how could such a big shot come to film a movie?

Director Zhang shook his head regretfully and did not bring up the topic again.

"Mr. Yan, you are not just inviting us to dinner today, are you?" Director Zhang is a veteran after all, and he made clear the purpose of this dinner as soon as he opened his mouth. "I have already said in advance that I have high hopes for this drama. I have no objection if Mr. Yan wants to recommend some of his own people to join the crew, but the key roles still require interviews."

After the interview, whether you pass or not is still up to the director to decide.

Chen Shuang listened and thought about the current stars in the entertainment industry. He scratched his head in annoyance, "This is not an easy job. Nowadays, the acting skills of those who have traffic are not good. I guess it may be difficult to find actors."

Good guy, as soon as he opened his mouth, he offended the entire entertainment industry.

Director Zhang couldn't help but look sideways at this honest young man.

"It's not easy to find, mainly because of the image. Acting skills will improve with practice. I have also been browsing the comics website forum recently, and your readers have recommended many actors with good acting skills and good looks. Author Chen, you can go and have a look when you have time. We still value your opinion as an author."

Author Chen?

What kind of a name is that?

Chen Shuang complained in his heart, but when he was asked to give his suggestions for the casting, he quickly shook his head.

"I don't usually pay attention to the entertainment industry, and I don't know anything about acting. Director Zhang, just find me."

This is the first time that Director Zhang has seen such a tacky and soft author who doesn't say a word to defend his work.

If you come across a director who likes to make changes to the work, maybe once the finished product comes out, even the original author will be criticized.

"There's no rush. The project has just been launched and the script is not yet complete. Mr. Chen, are you interested in being a screenwriter?" Director Zhang invited again with a smile.

Chen Shuang subconsciously still wanted to refuse, but when he saw Yan Nanfeng opposite him, he suddenly had an idea.

Yes, inspiration, it’s here again!

"Mr. Yan, where did you buy this wheelchair? Can you lend it to the crew?"

The data of this article is particularly bad now. I want to take a leave tomorrow to have a rest and adjust my mentality.

Thank you to all the young readers who are still following the updates. I can't imagine what it took for you to have the fortitude to get to this chapter. It feels like no one is reading it, and my self-confidence has been hit hard.