The next day, Xiao Zhen had breakfast and drove to the pine forest alone. After parking the car, he walked alone into the small pass of his "home".
Xiao Zhen was in a daze for a long time. Since his uncle had told him in his dream, Xiao Zhen figured it out. What's wrong with making a series of movies on the theme of the Volunteer Army?
It is in line with mainstream values and the country's main stance. I am afraid that some people who kneel are so used to it that their bones will become rickets. These people need to be given calcium supplements.
I figured it out. Xiao Zhen was very mobile. He turned around and crawled and rolled all the way to the tourist highway. There was no road in the old forest where no one had been around for many years, so this was the way to go down the mountain.
Before leaving, this guy buried his medal of special merit in the suspected foundation of his "home". He dug a hole with a tree branch and buried his most precious medal of special merit in it, which was his final self-consolation.
As for the possibility that it might be washed out during rainy days in Yuzhou in the future and picked up and sold by someone, don't worry, someone will personally send it back if that happens.
After arriving at the parking lot, I washed my hands in the public restroom, dusted off the mud on my body, started the car and returned to the fork in the road.
As soon as he got home and parked the car, Feng Yi said like a nagging woman, "Boss, next time you go out alone, can you please let me know? You're making me feel uneasy."
"Oh, I'm sorry, young man. I forgot to tell you when I left. Is there anything to eat at home? I'm starving." Xiao Zhen was really hungry. Digging a hole with a tree branch was a strenuous job.
"There are some braised dishes and steamed rice from lunch. I'll heat them up in the microwave. I'll also make you a tofu soup with some side dishes and half a piece of tofu. What would you like to eat tonight, boss?" Feng Yi said as he went to the kitchen to work.
It was already 3:00 PM and Xiao Zhen was starving. He took an apple and ate it while calling his favorite director, Zhang Guoshi.
"Director Zhang, have you finished working on 'My People, My Country' recently?" Xiao Zhen asked, throwing the fruit core into the trash can.
"Boss, do you have a script to shoot?" Zhang Guoshi asked happily.
"I have a rough idea. I'm going to write a trilogy of novels about the Volunteer Army.
You can ask screenwriter Lu and the others to collect some information about the volunteer army in advance, and I will write it and then adapt it.
The script adaptation should still be based on the opinions of Lao Lu and others. Director Zhang, you sometimes have too many ideas, which is not good. Xiao Zhen stopped there.
"I won't cause any trouble. I just want to know how long it will take to get the manuscript of the novel?" asked Zhang Guoshi.
"Don't worry, there's no upper limit to the budget. Work hard. Even if there's one shot that's not perfect, we'll work on it!" Xiao Zhen continued to talk about it.
"That's great, that's great. Our entire team is waiting for your novel manuscript.
I just stop taking jobs. I’m getting older and my energy isn’t as strong as it used to be. ” Old Zhang sighed.
"Take care of yourself and do things one by one. That's all!" Xiao Zhen, who was already hungry, quickly hung up the phone when he saw Feng Yi coming with dishes and rice.
"Goodbye, boss!" Lao Zhang said...
"Master Zhang?" Feng Yi asked.
"Yes!" Xiao Zhen said, concentrating on cooking.
Feng Yi looked at the person eating and said, "Boss, you should eat your fill first!"
The next day, Xiao Zhen began to prepare. This novel was not easy to write. Although Xiao Zhen had experienced the era of physical sanctification and seen many Chinese Rambos that were inhuman, he had to be rigorous in order to have smooth logic and narration.
It took him 10 days to prepare the materials and make an outline. He sent the outline to his personal screenwriter Lao Lu, and after they had a thorough discussion, they made some minor changes. He didn't want to make it into an anti-Japanese drama where all the Japanese were mentally retarded and needed care.
The Lighthouse Army that fought against the Volunteer Army was not the world's elite force that survived World War II.
These American soldiers are not comparable to spaghetti and French kneeling soldiers. They still have a strong fighting spirit, but they are not used to the combat mode of the East Asian monster room: hand-to-hand combat!
The European and American guys are really inexperienced and have never experienced large-scale hand-to-hand combat. You said there must have been a World War I, but in the World War I, the host released poison gas and then the two sides came into close combat. One side was completely helpless, so it wasn't that cruel.
Otherwise, the troops under the pipe-smoking Old Mac wouldn't have had to endure the difficult march and would have been traumatized by the bayonet fighting of the Japanese.
Xiao Zhen started writing "Volunteer Army: The Glorious Years" at the end of September and devoted himself to it until the end of December. Even his hometown in Chalukou started turning on the air conditioner for heating, and only then did he complete the 1.1 million-word novel.
Xiao Zhen checked three pages from beginning to end, then had Feng Yi read it again, asking him if there were any logical flaws. The boy took it seriously, reading it for two days and one night, and then asked, "Isn't it a bit exaggerated?"
"Come and take a look at the deeds of these special heroes. Am I exaggerating? I've even downplayed the truth. The soldiers aren't that stupid, are they?" Xiao Zhen asked.
"This is quite good. After seeing this, I really regret not having fought alongside our ancestors!" Feng Yi said.
"Each generation has its own mission. We are strong now, and it is all the result of the hard work of our ancestors. Young man, cherish it well. Peace is truly the greatest luxury in this world.
My third son, Osa, was a little prince, but every night in Jordan he had a pistol with the safety on under his bed. You can imagine how unsafe that place was.
He has been studying in Shanghai for a few years, and his sleep quality has improved significantly. Because our country is peaceful and tranquil, he is very enthusiastic about setting up a stall with Zhenxi and others. "After Xiao Zhen finished speaking, he patted Feng Yi on the shoulder.
Isn't it because the "old revolutionary" Xiao Zhen is greedy for this beautiful and peaceful time that he studies and researches so hard?
It is just to save face and not be bullied, and also to make the other side follow him in the field of science and technology.
After New Year's Day, Xiao Zhen sent the revised book to Mai Ziwei, asking him to oversee its publication. He also called Monkey Boy Zhenbei, who had been studying hard in seclusion, and Director Zhang's team to the fork in the road.
After a meeting, the screenwriter team began to adapt "The Volunteer Army: The Glorious Years". Later, Xiao Zhen brought in a co-production organization, the Bayi Film Studio. Now that the conditions are met, Xiao Zhen allowed Director Zhang to announce the project establishment.
The proposed title of "Volunteer Army: Glorious Years 1"
Supervisor/Chief Producer: Xiao Zhenbei
Chief Director: Zhang Guoshi
Chief Screenwriter: Lao Lu Screenwriter Studio
Type of work: Modern war feature film
Production company: Columbia Phoenix (China) Films
PLA Art Center
August 1st Film Studio
Guiding Unit: External Propaganda Liaison Office of the Ministry of National Defense
State Administration of Film, Television and Radio
When the news was released, the first person to be shocked was poet Chen. He also planned to film this subject, but how come Zhang succeeded again this time?
Another equally pitiful and unwelcome kid was Xiao Zhenbei, who was sent to be responsible for replicating various weapons and props after the meeting.
This guy happily announced on social media that he was the executive producer of "Volunteer Army: The Heroic Years 1", and the next day he received an order from his father to go to the China Airlines factory to supervise the production of props. He is the executive producer, so how did he become a coolie? This guy's suffering has just begun...
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