There were more than a thousand of them, and they were brought together into a huge conference hall. Once they entered the venue, they had to sign a contract without saying a word.
"I won't sign. You tell me what you want to do first, and then I'll sign."
"Exactly. Even a national TV station can't be so overbearing!"
The staff member looked at the person who was speaking. He knew this person as Ming Hua, a famous screenwriter in China who was good at writing adventure scripts. It was said that when he first entered the industry, he was deceived into selling his script at a bargain price, so he was nervous when he heard about signing a contract.
The staff member said to Ming Hua, "Teacher Ming, please rest assured. What we need to sign is a confidentiality agreement. The things you will see are currently state secrets and cannot be leaked."
"Those who don't want to sign can leave now and pretend they didn't receive the invitation."
"It's a confidentiality agreement! There's no problem signing it." Minghua suddenly realized, but what could be the reason for signing a confidentiality agreement related to the film and television industry?
Thinking back to the spacecraft report we just had yesterday, Minghua's eyes lit up: "How about we make a movie about spacecraft?"
As soon as Minghua said this, everyone was excited, and the buzz of discussion filled the entire venue.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
After repeated calls for help but no response, the staff member reluctantly took the microphone and said, "This has nothing to do with the spacecraft. Even the military can't touch a spacecraft, so it's not our turn."
"Hurry up and sign the confidentiality agreement. Once you sign it, you'll know what's going on."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone shouted, "Where's the agreement? Hurry up and bring it out so we can sign it. Hurry up!"
After signing the agreement, the staff took everyone to another room.
There was no decoration in the room except for rows of neatly arranged lounge chairs, each with a red helmet on it.
A staff member stood at the entrance and introduced everyone: "The one on the recliner is the Star Network Connector. Put on the helmet and use your imagination to describe the story in your mind."
Ming Hua couldn't help but exclaim: "Hasn't this thing always existed in science fiction? The country has even manufactured it!"
The staff member's mouth twitched and he nodded in agreement.
As soon as the staff nodded, someone rushed to the recliner, picked up the helmet and put it on his head.
The staff quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, this helmet has some limitations. If you experience a headache while using it, stop immediately. Otherwise, it could cause brain damage, which can have serious consequences. I hope everyone won't push themselves."
The people in the field are all very creative. After hearing what the staff said, some of them immediately understood.
"I know. Isn't it just about using up your mental strength? We know the consequences of running out of mental strength."
"I don't know how high my mental power level is."
A novelist said with a smile, "Hehehe, my imagination is bigger than a black hole. I'm going to create a masterpiece this time."
The staff looked at this group of people with a headache. Before they said anything, they had almost guessed the truth.
The staff member sighed and continued, "Also, if anyone succeeds in making the video, they can go next door and experience the more advanced interstellar network connector—the kind that's like a spaceship pod, where you can lie down and go for days without eating or drinking."
"Okay, okay, we get it. You can leave now."
Someone has already put on a helmet and entered the star network linker.
The staff member smiled and continued, "Please choose a video that can be completed within a month. After the video is completed, the proceeds will be distributed based on the quality of your video. There will be incredible surprises."
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