Chapter 399: "The Thirteenth Son of the South Sea" Is Released

Minister Zhang sighed, twisted the script cover with his thumb, turned to the content page, and scanned the full text. He sighed and said, "Indeed, it's about making money. Black and red are also red. Maybe some young people will see the Tucao video and have to try it."

Minister Liu crossed his legs again and said with a smile, "Well, young people don't like to watch bad movies, but if they are extremely bad, they have to watch them. Otherwise, why is the store in front of my house still selling bean juice? And our script, after watching it for a while, there will definitely be some people who will be addicted and can't stop."

Minister Zhang closed the script and gritted his teeth and said, "Well! Making money and becoming famous are the most important. Who cares what kind of name it is. Who cares how to make money."

Minister Liu nodded in agreement and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table. It was already 10 o'clock.

"Lao Zhang, "The Thirteenth Son of the South Sea" is showing at noon today, let's go see it together?"

"Of course. I heard it tells the story of a screenwriter. It's quite rare."

"Then let's have lunch together at 11 o'clock, and go to the mall next door to see it at 12 o'clock."

"Okay. Hey, can you still buy tickets?"

"Yes, the 12 o'clock show is not full."

"Then see you in an hour."

...

Time quickly came to 11:30 noon.

In Yangcheng, Yida Plaza, a relatively rare scene appeared at the entrance of Yida Cinema on the top floor of the mall.

In the past, the entrance of the cinema was always occupied by young people.

But today, more than a dozen grandpas and aunts sat in the lobby in groups of three or five, waiting for the movie to start.

The customer who was getting his hair cut at the barber shop next door looked curiously, "Are there any war movies or documentaries showing today?"

Tony smiled and shook his head, "No, it's Director Chen's new film, called "Nanhai Shisanlang", co-produced with the Cantonese Opera House. My dad likes Cantonese opera and plans to go and see it this afternoon."

The customer sighed and looked at his slightly relaxed face in the mirror, "Cantonese opera, oh, I only heard my elders talk about it when I was a child. It's rare."

...

At the same time, in the screening room on the second floor of the Oriental Media Building.

A girl in her twenties sitting in the second to last row was on the phone.

"Mom, I'm in the company."

"It's not overtime, our department is watching a movie together."

"It didn't happen before, I don't know why this time, the project creative department and all the contracted screenwriters have to watch it. Those who are present will be paid half a day's salary, and those who are not present will be subsidized with two movie tickets. We guess Director Chen will use a movie for training later, so I brought all my notebooks." As she said that, she patted the backpack on her lap.

Just as she was about to put the backpack on the empty seat next to her, she saw a familiar figure appear at the door.

Oh my god, big boss!

She covered the microphone and said quickly: "I won't talk to you anymore, Director Chen is here."

After that, she hung up the phone and stood up with everyone.

"Hello, Director Chen!"

"Good afternoon, Director Chen!"

Chen Xiao smiled and waved at them, motioning everyone to sit down, and then walked to the fourth row, between Fang Rong and Qi Mu.

Stepping onto the stairs, Chen Xiao inexplicably felt a very...unfriendly gaze falling on him.

Walking to the fourth row and between the seats, Chen Xiao lowered his head slightly to look at the road, and finally found the source of this gaze - Fang Rong.

Fang Rong was frowning and staring at him, his eyes full of confusion and jealousy.

Chen Xiao passed by Qi Mu's seat, greeted Qi Mu, and sat between Fang Rong and Qi Mu.

Fang Rong patted his arm and stared at him suspiciously, "Your eyes seem... different, contact lenses?"

"No, you see I'm not wearing any."

Chen Xiao pointed at his eyes, then put down his hand and smiled, "Director Fang, you worked hard on the filming before, and you've had a good rest recently. Your eyes have become brighter, so you can see me more clearly, right?"

Fang Rong was stunned.

Yes... have my eyes become brighter?

The brain that was originally shouting "Stay away from me, sit away from me!" suddenly became quiet, and even a little obsessed with this "truth".

The brain seemed to be afraid that if it thought too much, it would wake up from the "truth", and another topic quickly popped up in the mind - the interview tomorrow night.

Fang Rong asked, "Oh, by the way, will you announce the filming of "Chinese Paladin 3" in the interview tomorrow night? Or won't you mention the name?"

"The script has been approved, right?"

"Yes."

"Then mention it. Such a good publicity opportunity should be wasted."

"No "Chinese Paladin 2". Tell me the reason. You can get scolded."

"Well, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Fang Rong frowned and looked him up and down.

Why are you so easy to talk to?

Taking a holiday to vent your resentment? Decided to treat the world kindly?

"Time is up, let's start." Chen Xiao said.

"Okay." Chi Yu in the front row made an OK gesture to the employee in charge of the playback.

The lights in the screening room dimmed quickly, leaving only the light of the screen on his face.

A golden dragon flew out from the green background, clang~clang~

The story officially begins.

In the bustling night market in Hong Kong.

Fortune-telling, martial arts, singing performances, selling dog-skin plasters, storytellers, and shady activities gathered here.

A plain-looking storyteller tells stories on the street, attracting many audiences. A Cantonese opera-style opening introduces the character he is going to talk about today - Shisan Lang.

When the audience asks who Shisan Lang is, he tells a story.

One night thirty years ago, it was freezing cold, with no stars or moon.

The Hong Kong police received a call reporting a crime in English, and the other party claimed to have been robbed.

When the police heard the other party speaking in English, they immediately dispatched a large group of fully armed police.

When they arrived at the scene, they found that this was a slum, and the caller was actually a homeless man who was sitting on a hanging chair under a hole in the roof and scratching his itch.

The police covered him with a flashlight and said speechlessly: "What can you have stolen?"

The homeless man stretched out a foot, "A pair of shoes."

"Who stole your shoes?"

The homeless man retracted his foot, put it on the roof, and looked down at the police, "There are two guys, but you dare not catch them."

The police said disdainfully: "Who is so great that you dare not catch them?"

The homeless man shook his feet, "The one who stole my left foot was an Eagle, and the one who stole my right foot was a Japanese. They stole all the shoes of the Chinese. There is no way to go, and there is no place to go."

Fang Rong's heart sank instantly.

Such a heart-wrenching clip, such a stinging line...

When the police heard the call in English, they dispatched a large number of police forces. And the thief who stole the shoes happened to be a foreigner.

The object of the police's admiration and attention is the thief.

He sighed and patted Chen Xiao's arm.

Chen Xiao whispered, "This is a true story. Shisanlang reported the names of two big men to the police. But it was too sensitive."

Fang Rong nodded, "That's it, this line is very good."

So far, the movie has been on for two and a half minutes.

In the hearts of countless Cantonese opera fans who came to see the movie and passers-by who bought tickets by chance, the ratings of the screenwriter and director rose rapidly.

Some viewers even took out their mobile phones and quickly sent short messages to their relatives and friends or on social platforms.

"It's worth watching, the lines are very good."

"You must watch it, it's probably a masterpiece!"