Chapter 197 Will We Also Be Watched?

At the same time, the lobby on the first floor of Oriental Media.

"Teacher Xu." Fang Rong shouted as he walked out of the revolving door and entered the hall.

In front, an elegant lady wearing a dark green coat turned back, took off her sunglasses, and said with a smile: "Good morning, Director Fang."

This is none other than the costume designer of "The Truman Show", Xu Huijun.

The two of them walked towards the elevator together.

Fang Rong walked in the hall, looked back and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he asked, "Teacher Xu, have you read the script?"

He stayed up late last night and read a horror science fiction novel.

I had another whole night of dreaming.

When I woke up this morning, I looked in the mirror and remembered the movie script. Isn't he also being watched? Is there a lens on the other side of the mirror?

On the way here, I was a little nervous.

If you meet an acquaintance, please say reassuring words quickly, or give him a slap if you can't, to bring him back to reality.

Xu Huijun replied: "The script, I have a meeting today, of course I read it."

Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, "Teacher Xu, I have a question. Do you think we will be watched now?"

Xu Huijun smiled lightly, "Of course I will."

Hearing her Feng Danyunqing say such touching words, Fang Rong instantly turned to stone.

Why does she have the temperament to act in a horror movie? To calmly say such terrible things!

Fang Rong instantly thought of the novel he read last night, and suddenly had the illusion that Xu Huijun would turn into a green-haired monster in the next moment.

Oh my god, I will never stay up late watching horror science fiction again.

Fang Rong shook his head, "Sister, what you said made me feel a little chilly. Someone is watching us, what do they think?"

Xu Huijun stopped, stood still and looked at Fang Rong, frowning slightly, "Use AI to monitor, and will remind them if there are special circumstances, right?"

Fang Rong felt that his hands were a little cold.

Damn it, he didn't wake up, right?

Seeing his expression as if he had seen a ghost, Xu Huijun said a little unhappy: "Director Fang, what's that look in your eyes? Otherwise? Do you want the security uncle to keep staring at the surveillance screen in the hall?"

Hearing the words "security guard uncle", Fang Rong was instantly brought back to reality. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No, I'm talking about the kind in the movie. Could it be that we are like the protagonist, being monitored and manipulated without knowing it?" "

Xu Huijun glanced at him.

I secretly complained in my heart, how can this director be so imaginative?

"Then please be thorough. This is a fictional world anyway. Just transform me and give me the ability to eat without getting fat. Thank you."

After saying that, the elevator door opened just in time, and she walked in directly.

…

Twenty minutes later.

Outside the conference room on the top floor of Oriental Media.

"Director Chen, long time no see." Cha Zelle looked at Chen Xiao coming out of the elevator, stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

Chen Xiao said in surprise: "Long time no see. Do you know Chinese?"

"A little bit." Chazelle said, raising his chin slightly.

Next to him, a blond man cheered: "Director Chazelle, you are so humble. Your Chinese is very good."

Chen Xiao listened to the flattering tone of the blond man, smiled and said: "As expected of you, Director Chazelle, awesome! Then let's go in. Today's meeting is estimated to be one and a half hours. Oh, by the way, in In China, one and a half hours is three and a half hours.”

Chazelle was stunned.

The brain spins rapidly.

One and a half hours is three and a half hours?

Why is one equal to three?

Is he kidding me?

At this moment, Chazelle noticed another familiar Chinese passing by.

It seemed that his name was Fang, and he was walking towards the tea room with a water glass.

He pretended to be calm and repeated, imitating Chen Xiao's tone: "Oh~ one and a half hours, equals three and a half hours."

Fang Rong turned around and said in surprise: "Director Chazelle, your Chinese is very good."

Chazelle nodded in understanding, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

There is no problem with this statement. It seems that he is overthinking it. How could Chen Xiao be such a fool? It looks very honest at first glance.

Five minutes later, in the conference room.

Twenty people from the creative team sat around the long conference table.

The person sitting in the main seat was Chen Xiao.

To his left were eight New Era partners headed by Chazelle.

On the right side are 11 members of the Chinese side.

Everyone was chatting in Chinese just now, but Chen Xiao didn't dare to speak Chinese to Chazelle anymore. After all, this guy probably couldn't understand why "five characters" are three characters.

He switched directly to English.

Those present who were proficient in English also used English directly, while those who were not proficient in English took out the translation artifact-simultaneous interpretation headphones.

"Good morning everyone, first of all, on behalf of Oriental Media, I would like to welcome you all. I am also very honored to have such an opportunity to cooperate with you. I hope that we can help and support each other and make our movie together. If you encounter anything that needs help in China, you can mention it directly to us and we will try our best to help.”

After some polite words, Chen Xiao glanced at the other 19 people present.

"There are still many of us who don't know each other. Although there are name tags on the table, please introduce yourself first and get acquainted with them a little."

Chen Xiao looked at Cha Zelle and said, "Director Cha Zelle, how about you come first?"

Chazelle was stunned when he heard this, shrugged and said: "Hey, does anyone not know me? No way? You are too hurtful."

Chen Xiao was stunned for a moment by his operation.

Wait, are we in the office?

Why is Chazelle so dramatic? He seems a bit narcissistic.

He seemed okay the last time I saw him. Isn't he just a mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Wait, I suddenly remembered that last year in Venice, Chazelle made a bet with the organizers about him and won 500 euros.

Uh - his personality seems a bit...fancy.

"Well, everyone knows you. Next one, please."

Chen Xiao retracted his gaze and bumped into Fang Rong's eyes.

Fang Rong's eyes seemed to say: If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences, right?

Chen Xiao blinked.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's just personality.

Who doesn't have some personality?

"Hello everyone, I'm Thomson, and I'm the deputy artist this time. I have 21 years of work experience. I hope to work with the chief artist this time and complete the work smoothly. In my spare time, I like photography. If anyone is interested, maybe we can do it together."

"Hello everyone, I'm Annie..."

Ten minutes later, everyone had introduced themselves.

Today's meeting also entered the main topic.

"Let me talk about the content of today's meeting. First, assign the preparatory work of each department, and then discuss and ask questions freely."

Everyone nodded.

Chen Xiao first talked with the costume team, makeup team, and art team. Ask the art director to find a suitable location according to the script and the scene he drew.

By the way, he also asked Chazelle's opinion.

After following the three waves of people, Chen Xiao then looked at the director of photography Fang Rong.

"Director Fang, your task this time is heavier. In "The Truman Show", many stories need to be told with light."

"We need a lot of artificial light, and the equipment must be in place in time."

"You also need to carefully figure out where to put the camera."

"Then you need to use a high-key lighting style to create the picture of the advertisement. Regarding this, you need to learn more from advertisements."

"In short, the overall feeling should give the audience a sense of artificiality and a slight sense of surveillance and uneasiness."

Fang Rong flipped through the documents and nodded slowly.

You need to create a sense of uneasiness, but not too heavy.

Otherwise, the audience will wonder why Truman in the camera didn't find out his situation earlier.

It seems that this job is really difficult.

If the lighting requirements are so high, he has to work closely with the art department, very closely. Because the color of the indoor scene will also affect the light.

The small details must be in place, and the big scenes must be shocking.

Like in the movie, when the program crew was frantically looking for Truman, the artificial sun rose, and this scene had to be shot shockingly.

You have to think carefully about what props and what technology to use to achieve the best effect.

Thinking of this, Fang Rong sighed in his heart.

Alas, I wanted to show off my power and learn, but I didn't expect it to be a hard-working devil training...