Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 142
"A low-level team produces a low-level film. Whether it is a director, a screenwriter, or an actor, they are all laymen. Such a thing cannot be called a movie. It is only suitable for a small open-air theater at the entrance of the village. Look at the cowboys living in the ravine."

After seeing the original words reposted from the well-known screenwriter He Shui's Weibo, Lin Zhihui had to admit that he was a little confused.

If it is angry, it is not so much. The whole filming process of this drama, from the beginning to the end, is not controlled by his will. Although Lin Zhihui is the protagonist, he is no different from other actors except that he suffers a lot. Except for showing his face in the movie, there is neither labor fee nor carriage fee, which is completely for nothing.Even the release, the gods didn't give a penny, and he had to show his face and find someone to help
And a little accident, after seeing the screenwriter's name, Lin Zhihui also understood that He Shui was one of the two screenwriters hired by Chuangdian, and it was he who adapted the script at will, which made Lin Zhihui very dissatisfied and talked with the person in charge. Only then will the gods get involved later.

However, Lin Zhihui thought that he was just talking about the facts, and simply said that the script was not good. Even if he offended He Shui's screenwriter by doing so, he would not make such derogatory comments on the movie on Weibo.

So when he opened the comment area and saw many fans saying that they wanted to form a group to He Shui's Weibo to seek justice for themselves, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"There are a lot of people who are popular, and those who are ignored are losers. Just focus on this. I also thank the screenwriter Heshui for letting me get over the addiction of the winners. For the losers, we must show tolerance and let him alone. People hide behind the screen and regret it."

Lin Zhihui typed a paragraph on the keyboard and posted it in the comment area, which immediately caused readers to swipe their screens.

"Catch the world's first one alive."

"Da Da finally appeared. Please spread all the common sense about "The Wind and Cloud of the Demon World"."

"I want to know which fairy is playing the role of Yue Ji. My admiration for her is like a surging river, which cannot be stopped."

"Big Daddy, the protagonist's back is so familiar, could it be that you personally went into battle?"

"The special effects are simply dazzling, and I am looking forward to the premiere."

"The props and costumes are all works of art, especially the calligraphy and paintings, which are unrivaled in ancient and modern China and abroad. Please ask for the name of the master, and I will come to learn from him."

……

Although Lin Zhihui is still a wild writer, he already has a large number of hardcore readers. He is very happy to see so many people supporting him.

The happy result is that Lin Zhihui decided to give out benefits on the spot after seeing many complaints about not being able to buy tickets for the premiere.

"Thanks to everyone's support, I have been able to go all the way from a newcomer to the present. In order to express my gratitude, as of this time today, all readers who have rewarded this book will be given a ticket for the premiere in the local theater. "

As soon as this message was posted, the comment area paused for a few seconds, and the screen was swiped crazily in an instant, which even caused the background of Chuangdian website to be paralyzed, and Lin Zhihui's page also crashed. After waiting for a long time, he re-logged into the website.

However, the comment section still cannot be opened. Lin Zhihui has no choice but to create a special chapter, and write again about the free tickets. Readers, please don't worry and wait for the notification from Chuangdian website.

As soon as I clicked Publish, the computer screen trembled, and an extremely familiar interface appeared in front of my eyes.

Seeing the watermark of the Lingxiao Temple above, Lin Zhihui's temples jumped.

"Promotion starts so soon? When will the movie be released?"

A line of blue fonts quickly appeared, and there was an extra profile picture in front of it, which was Captain Tianhe.

This is asking someone to redevelop the APP and transform the bulletin board into a chat software?Can these gods be more reliable? Sure enough, distance produces beauty. The gods who were originally tall in his mind have now become synonymous with his grandmother.

Lin Zhihui complained in his heart for a long time, raised his hand and typed: "Why, do you still want to see it? I can kindly sponsor you a ticket."

As soon as this sentence was typed out, Lin Zhihui regretted it a bit. He remembered that it was a similar conversation at the beginning, which aroused the interest of the gods for a while. He was also caught on Penglai Island and Wang Fatty became a difficult brother and sister when he wanted to make a movie. It has stopped. It would be better if no evil moth appears again this time.

There was no movement on the opposite side for a long time, and Lin Zhihui felt more and more terrible. He didn't know if it would be useful to turn off the computer immediately and pretend nothing happened.

Just when his heart was hanging in his throat and he couldn't get up or down, the screen flashed, and a line of dark brown fonts appeared: "This suggestion is very good, I will send someone to count and send you the specific number of people. Arrive on time that day."

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, and he looked at the head portrait in front of this sentence. It was an old man with a serious cartoon expression. He moved the mouse to the head portrait with shaking hands, and the four small characters "Taibai Jinxing" appeared as expected.

"Fuck, no, I must be dreaming." Lin Zhihui opened his mouth wide, his expression twisted, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and found that it was not his hallucination, so he couldn't help screaming.

"It is said that the worlds cannot pass through. Didn't it mean that gods are not allowed to descend to the mortal world? What does it mean to be on time for the premiere, and count the specific number of people. You think this is a temple fair. Are you mistaken?"

Before he could finish expressing the shock in his heart, several texts of different colors appeared on the screen, scrolling quickly.

"To attend the premiere, do you have to dress up and walk on the red carpet? I want you to prepare a special camera for me, which will definitely show the beauty of this fairy." The profile picture looked familiar, it was Su Ying.

"I'm so excited. This is my first time in the human world. I heard that pretty boys are popular now. Will many fans ask me for autographs?" The avatar is an orchid. Lin Zhihui took a look and saw that he plays the role of the Sky Fox clan. The great elder's Chisong Immortal Lord is indeed as good as Yushu Linfeng. If he stands on the red carpet, he will definitely kill all the young talents in an instant.

"I heard that His Majesty will also be present, Fairy Chang'e will also be present, and the four great stars. The fairy world has not been so lively for hundreds of years. I must win a spot." The profile picture is a sea of ​​stars, Lin Zhihui knows that, He is the Nine Obsidian Officer in charge of field affairs.

After a little bit of imagining the scene where these people appeared at the premiere, Lin Zhihui felt his eyes darken and his head buzzing. It might turn into a disaster, a big stain in the history of world cinema.

"Haha, you're going to be unlucky." Lin Zhihui was dizzy when he heard gloating laughter from beside him. He turned his head and saw that Zhuying ran over at some point, with her big head resting on the table and her eyes staring at him. looking at the screen.

(End of this chapter)