"Your target is Stephen Chow?"
Wang Jing asked tentatively, and then he continued, "I have to admit that when it comes to vision, you've never lost."
"Forehead?"
Wu Changyong used a smile to dispel his inner embarrassment. How could Wang Jing actually find out his true intentions? How could this guy possibly do that?
Wang Jing does not have such sophisticated judgment ability, but he has one specialty, which is that he is very good at judging the situation, just like his drama style.
In Wang Jing's dramas, he does not hesitate to use erotic shots of beautiful women, and he does not mind imitating, following trends, or even rehashing old stuff.
When gambling movies were popular, it was Wong Jing who started it. Later he made a series of similar dramas. This behavior was actually nothing in the eyes of later generations. They were all quite good and there was nothing wrong with it.
When viewed from the perspective of the 80s and 90s, Wong Jing seems like a very mature writer.
He knows what will be popular, and over time he has learned what kind of plot is suitable. No one is born with inspiration, and of course, how can such an ethereal thing as inspiration be used to make money?
Why can't we summarize the rules from successful works? The audiences always watch and like those plots.
There is a saying that art comes from life. If Wang Jing is pursuing art, he may be willing to be patient and analyze it one by one, but when it comes to completing one thing, a movie, in a limited time, routines are much more reliable than inspiration.
During the time that Wu Changyun had been in contact with Wang Jing, he understood Wang Jing's style of doing things more and more, so if Wu Changyun had some spare money, he would definitely let Wang Jing make a movie.
Because this guy doesn't care much about his reputation and knows how to make a bad movie a box office hit.
Of course, this is just a joke. Wu Changyun is not yet at the point where he needs to rely on bad movies to attract attention.
"How is that possible? You don't think I'd go through so much trouble just for an unknown kid, do you?" Wu Changyun said jokingly.
"That's true."
Wang Jing murmured, indeed no normal person would do this.
"But why did you mention this guy? And this drama, introducing Anita Mui seems to me like your purpose isn't very pure either."
"Why am I not innocent anymore? Why do I still want to seduce her? Besides, I don't need to use such means to seduce her."
Wu Changyun was speechless. He was such a pure and kind person, but in Wang Jing's mouth he became so unbearable.
"Oh, you know your own business best. I don't care about you anymore."
Wang Jing left angrily. Actually, he was just showing some dissatisfaction. After thinking carefully about what Wu Changyun said just now, wasn't it exactly the simple atmosphere he was pursuing?
But how long can such innocence be maintained? Should I stand up in times of crisis?
Wu Changyun relaxed a little. Indeed, his experiences could be written into a book and become a legendary history, but Wu Changyun also had a secret that he didn't want anyone to know, that is, he was a time traveler.
Fushun had suspected this before, but fortunately, his life was good afterwards and he never mentioned the matter again.
Having said that, Fushun has been recuperating for more than a year since his last injury, and he has only just been able to get out of bed recently. There is no guarantee that this guy won't have all sorts of random thoughts while lying in bed every day.
Fushun was seriously injured last time, and even the doctor at the time was worried that he would be left with lifelong disability. He lost blood for too long and had organ damage, causing some of his body functions to enter a dormant state.
This was roughly what the doctor said last time. Wu Changyun didn't understand it, but he was willing to spend the money.
Wu Changyun once suspected that Fushun would find it difficult to get over the blow, because because of him, everyone around him became unfortunate. This sense of guilt would follow Fushun for the rest of his life. He did cheat some people.
If he hadn't been unable to get out of bed, he would have definitely wanted to turn around and run away when Wu Changyun went to see him.
That's true. Fushun really didn't want to see Wu Changyun at that time, but his medical expenses and even his life were saved by Wu Changyun. The funny thing is that he found it difficult to face the person who helped him the most.
At first, Fushun felt pessimistic. He couldn't understand many things and began to suspect that there were too many unreasonable things in the world, and no one cared or corrected them.
Even Wu Changyun, who has always been a miraculous person, followed the wrong path and achieved success by compromising. He did not win decisively.
But as he thought about it, Fushun began to have thoughts of self-harm, but he couldn't move.
A period of time passed like this, and his body gradually recovered. Every day, looking at the people passing by and those suffering from illness, these people's strong will to survive made Fushun think things through again.
Do people need to reason so much in life? Do they have to make things difficult for themselves? Is he unhappy, or is he running out of oil? Neither. He's just being too stubborn.
The more he thought about it, the calmer Fushun became. He began to look at the flowers outside the window and the occasional butterflies passing by, and gradually forgave this imperfect world.
On the crew's side, Wu Changyun's scene showed the hypocrisy of the character Duan Yulou, but Wu Changyun's image was very upright, so everyone else was worried about Wu Changyun.
Wu Changyun had actually thought about this problem. He also knew that even if he messed up his performance, these people would most likely let him get away with it with their extreme tolerance. But it would be better if they didn't talk about it in private.
If I mess up my performance, I will definitely be talked about.
Wu Changyun found it hard to accept the thought. With the sound of a power on, two disciples who came up from the sect clamored to see Duan Yulou.
"Master Duan, we are disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect. We have come up the mountain to seek an audience with the Sect Master."
These two disciples usually do not appear in the sect, and even the clothes they wear are not from the sect, but they can produce the sect leader's token.
"This is a token given to us by the Sect Leader. I hope Young Master Duan can let us in. We have something important to report."
"Okay, it is indeed father's token. Both of you follow me in. Father is in seclusion. You two should take a rest and wait for me to inform him." Duan Yulou (played by Wu Changyun) bowed and led the two into the sect.
As they walked, they came to a relatively remote courtyard.
"Master Duan, why did you bring us here?" One of the disciples couldn't help but express his doubts when he saw that the forest was deep and close to the mountain, and there was only one independent courtyard.
"Daddy is practicing in seclusion in the secret passage below the yard. Please wait at the door."
"This? Okay." The disciple agreed.
Duan Yulou walked into the yard and saw a martial artist meditating inside the room, but it was not the sect leader Duan Hai.
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