I make a thriller, it's God chasing and feeding

Chapter 3 [No skills, all talent]

"There are quite a lot of people on the set today, and Assistant Director Zhang didn't dare to cause trouble."

"After returning to the hotel, he didn't go out and was sleeping all the time."

"On the contrary, the heroine, Ali, seems to have a problem. She and Chang Zhengwei went out for supper together. The barbecue they ate was old-fashioned."

"For breakfast and lunch boxes, the field manager surnamed Lin got kickbacks."

"The uncle who played Xiaoqiang caught a cold when he was filming the location in the morning, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear of being called away..."

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When ghosts go to work, their efficiency is much better than that of humans, and they can go anywhere without showing their bodies.

And this working time, directly 007, 24 hours a day.

If capitalists find out, they will have to go to hell to recruit people.

Lu Zhengyi prescribes the right medicine. Chu Renmei is a dead person, and her only concern now is her precious son.

As soon as he heard that the revenue share after the movie was released was still linked to his son, Hun never stopped.

What happened on the set in one day was collected by her in detail and placed in front of him.

I'm afraid something will happen to this movie, and my son's share will be gone.

"Okay, I see, you go back first."

In the hotel room, Lu Zhengyi was holding a tablet and learning how to better use mirrors and compose pictures online.

"Director Lu."

However, Chu Renmei didn't leave, "I was thinking, it's too troublesome to make money for making a movie."

Floating in the air, she said cheerfully, "You are so powerful, why do you choose to make movies to make money?"

"Obviously there are better and easier ways to make money."

"As long as you want, I can make money right away..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she swallowed it back.

Originally, Lu Zhengyi, who was looking at the tablet, had already raised his head and stared at her coldly, "Did you forget what I talked to you a while ago?"

"It's different. I didn't think about killing people this time."

Chu Renmei lifted the long hair covering her face from the middle with both hands, blood oozed from her forehead, and slipped from her pale face, "There is so much money in the bank, what should we do with it?"

"Take it out, spend it, and it will go back to the bank in the end."

"I just sped up the process a little bit."

The blood dripped from the chin, but it didn't land on the ground, and it dissipated like smoke in mid-air.

At this time, she was not visible.

Lu Zhengyi put the tablet on the small round table next to him, and glanced at the bloody face, "That person is going to die anyway, why do he have to live this life? Wouldn't it be better to take a shortcut right after he was born and just choose to die?"

Chu Renmei nodded seriously, and gave a thumbs up with the hand that raised his hair, "Director Lu, you are living a clear life!"

Lu Zhengyi stared, "Then I'll help your son to be transparent too, do you want to?"

"Go back, I'll go back now."

Chu Renmei put down the hand that was holding her hair, covered her unsightly face, turned around and floated out the door, "There's no need to send it off."

Lu Zhengyi looked at her angrily and left through the door.

This person turned into a ghost, really reducing humanity all the time.

Morality, right and wrong, law... Those things that were tightly bound when one was a human being were thrown away in the blink of an eye.

Act with little concern.

He really didn't want to take a teenage child to threaten his lawless mother who would kill people at every turn.

But in this world, it's hard to find a fully formed ghost.

When making a movie, you still have to pay attention to a real material.

Real scene, live radio, no special effects...

"When I was a ghost before, why didn't I float like this."

Lu Zhengyi shook his head and picked up the tablet again.

After two lifetimes, this person still has to do what he likes to do.

It's a pity that the memory of my previous life was awakened too late.

Otherwise, it's too high or low to take professional courses well.

Like now, I don't even know the most basic professional skills, and I have to find an old pervert to be the assistant director.

"Your dad is calling, your dad is calling..."

But after a few minutes, the phone rang again.

Listening to the notification tone, Lu Zhengyi knew who was calling, and even if he had no expression, his ferocious face was instantly covered with sorrow, "Well, there is no need to learn tonight, another ancestor."

He took a deep breath, holding the mobile phone in his thick palm as if holding a PHS, his voice tightened and became docile, and said:
"Hey, old Lu, why are you staying up late again?"

"Didn't I tell you that when you get old, you have to take a good rest."

"Before you were asked to have regular physical examinations, you..."

But Lu Zhengyi hadn't finished his caring words when he was interrupted by an angry voice on the other side of the phone, "When will you go home?"

Lu Zhengyi replied in a low voice: "Hurry up, my phone..."

"Go home immediately!"

Before he finished speaking again, he was interrupted by Lu Zhongyong's roar on the phone, "What the hell are you filming, it's a disgrace!"

"Shooting a horror movie, is that something you can touch?"

"Can you afford to provoke this ghost? Bad luck!"

The angry voice was clearly transmitted through the phone, and Lu Zhengyi hurriedly lowered the volume a few notches.

"If Xiao Zhang hadn't mentioned it when he called to greet me, I really don't know that you dare to touch horror movies!"

"Have you read all these years for nothing?"

"I don't know if you can't touch horror movies and science fiction movies in Tang Dynasty? If you touch this stuff, you will definitely lose money!"

"You are ruining my reputation!"

"Now, immediately, immediately get me home!"

The voice on the phone was like a machine gun, talking non-stop, and there was no chance for Lu Zhengyi to intervene.

Lu Zhengyi was not in a hurry, and while taking the phone away, he cursed Zhang Baldhead inwardly.

After waiting for a long time, the phone was silent, and then he approached again, and quickly replied:

"That's because other people can't do it. If I shoot it, it will definitely work."

With that said, Lu Zhengyi immediately took the phone away.

No matter how low the volume is, it will be muted.

But this level still can't stop Lao Lu's loud voice that can shout from the beginning of the set to the end of the set.

"What are you!"

"I don't dare to say it's okay. Even your graduation work is something I asked someone to help shoot for you. How dare you dare to say such a thing?"

"Do you think I haven't read your broken script, what is written, there is no connotation at all, is it scary? A three-year-old will not cry after reading it!"

The machine gun started firing again.

After waiting for a while, Lu Zhengyi leaned over, "This script is a bit crude, but the content is all in my head."

"I'm always speaking live."

"How to shoot to have that kind of atmosphere, I have a clear mind!"

On the phone, this time I didn't yell again.

However, the heavy panting still reminded Lu Zhengyi that Lao Tzu was still alive and very angry.

After a lot of trouble, Lu Zhongyong seemed to be calming down, and his voice was a little softer, "Stinky boy, you young man knows better than me about the movie market in the Tang Dynasty."

"You usually watch horror movies, do you choose domestic movies?"

"I haven't seen it, right? Everyone knows it's a piece of shit without looking."

"The impression is here, what else can you expect to achieve?"

"What is the most taboo thing about art? It's the first impression!"

"I co-authored a directing major, and you haven't taken a single drama class, have you?"

It seems to have discovered that roaring is useless.

He started to reason.

But it makes sense...

"Old Lu, I've invested in this project, and I've already filmed more than half of the film. Now I put it down and go home, and the money will really be wasted."

Lu Zhengyi discussed flatteringly, "Otherwise, look at it like this, I will shoot the finished film first."

"At that time, you, the great director, will give you the palm of your hand. If the quality is okay and it makes you feel a little bit frightened, then let me pass."

"Let's speak with strength."

When talking to Lao Tzu, you still have to follow the hair.

You have to choose hard bars, if you lose, you will be angry;

If you win, you will get angry and sick, and you have to take care of yourself.

Neither end is right.

Lu Zhongyong was silent for a while, "You didn't understand half of what I said."

"What worries me is that I can't make money?"

"I'm afraid my reputation will be ruined by you!"

But he paused, "But it's okay, you can shoot the finished film first."

"Joke, at my age, how many ups and downs I have experienced, nothing can scare me when I watch foreign movies, the movies made by you, a brat, huh..."

This laugh was full of disdain.

"Hey, then you can watch it."

Lu Zhengyi patted his thigh, "Your son made this horror film because of his talent, not his skills."

(End of this chapter)