Crazy, 500 yuan also dare to make a science fiction blockbuster

The queen looked at Ye Heng, and couldn't help but smile when she heard this.

But there was no malice in that smile.

"If you are lucky, it would be best to finish filming "Harry Potter", but if there is an emergency, after all, there will always be accidents in this world."

"So, what do you think?" The queen saw Ye Heng's thoughts and asked.

Chapter 514 I am Ye Heng

"I think, train a director and let him follow me to shoot."

"If I really have an accident one day and die, he can help me finish the movie."

After listening to Ye Heng's opinion, the queen pondered for a while, and finally nodded.

"It's also a good way."

Having said this, the queen seemed to think of something, with a smile on her face.

"I'm still very confident in your teaching ability. Those directors who went to Longguo to attend your film class, I asked them to read their scripts after they came back. Those stories are very good."

"And the way they shoot movies has also changed a lot, and it seems that they are still telling stories with a lens called movie language."

Ye Heng showed a smile, he didn't expect the Queen to understand these things.

"Sorry Queen."

At this moment, Ye Heng suddenly apologized again.

And the queen was obviously taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"I promised to help you finish filming the "Harry Potter" series, but I broke my promise."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the queen's face.

She shook her head, "You have brought us enough, there is no need to blame yourself."

……

After the chat, the queen did not stay for long because she still had events to attend.

Ye Heng also left very consciously.

The matter of finding a successor director was handed over to Henry, who was in charge of the whole process.

On the way to the manor, Henry looked a little absent-minded.

He kept peeking at Ye Heng behind him through the rearview mirror, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Henry."

Ye Heng yelled, and Henry trembled in fright.

"Why, what's the matter, Director Ye?"

"If you want to ask anything, just ask, it's okay."

Seeing Ye Heng see through his mind, Henry seemed a little embarrassed.

But at the same time, I couldn't suppress my inner curiosity.

"You, when you met the queen, you said you were trying a new project."

"Well, it's a new cancer project, but they only used mice for experiments before, and I'm the first patient in the true sense."

"Yes, but didn't you also say that this cancer has a 5% chance of being cured."

Having said this, Henry became a little excited.

"Then, maybe you are in that 5%! And you also said that the experiment was done with mice before, and the data of the experiment is not accurate. In case, the success rate of cure is actually higher in humans. Woolen cloth?"

Hearing this, Ye Heng had a helpless smile on his face.

He knew that Henry was concerned about him. He had actually thought about these thoughts himself, but he kicked them all away after they stayed in his mind for less than a minute.

Because the chances of these things are too small, even if there are, they can be negligible.

Of course, some people may say that even if there is a glimmer of hope, one should not give up.

But sometimes, what is more frightening than facing despair is holding a glimmer of hope in the face of despair.

Kind of like, after falling down to the bottom of the valley, you want to climb up with a small rattan less than one millimeter.

This hope is only useful for those who are at the bottom of the valley, and those who are not at the bottom of the valley, after a glance, are almost [-]% sure that this vine cannot save anyone.

In the end, Ye Heng didn't answer anything. It was too cruel to shatter Henry's fantasy, and it made him feel that hope might exist even more cruelly.

He could only choose to keep silent.

After returning to the manor, two days later, Henry arranged all the things for the crew.

And Ye Heng also told the crew about his new shooting rules.

He shoots five days a week and rests for two days, but considering that there are still minors in the crew, he shortened the original 14 hours of shooting a day to 10 hours to give them some time to relax.

In addition, Henry also brought some director information to Ye Heng regarding the successor of "Harry Potter".

Among them are directors who have been in Ye Heng's film class before, and there are also new directors.

In addition to his personal information, Ye Heng also has some short films and movie clips they shot.

Among them, a man named David caught Ye Heng's attention.

Ye Heng found out that he had already made a "Harry Potter" movie before he adapted "Harry Potter".

Of course, this movie is not a real official movie, but a pure meal system.

But the quality is not bad, the performance of some scenes, the arrangement of the plot are good.

In addition, he also has some short films of the same type of magic. Although they are only five or six minutes long, they are really well shot.

As for movies, he also has several good works.

In Ye Heng's opinion, these works are all properly able to reach the level of 7 points or above.

But I don't know if it's because of the funding problem or his own problem. Most of his works are relatively literary and artistic subjects.

But Ye Heng was still very optimistic about this newcomer, so without further ado, he dialed his number directly, planning to talk to him in person.

After the phone rang for a while, the other party answered the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Hello, are you Director David?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"I'm Director Ye Heng, I just..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ye Heng hadn't finished speaking when the person on the other side burst into laughter.

That laugh, obviously thought it was a liar.

"Sorry, sorry, I just thought of something happy, please continue."

David said, covering the position where the phone was transmitting the sound, and turned to look at the people sitting together in the bar.

"There's a guy here who says he's Director Ye Heng."

The few friends who were drinking with him couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

But Ye Heng doesn't feel angry at all. After all, no matter who it is, if you suddenly receive such an inexplicable call and tell you that he is a certain famous person, you will think that the other party is a liar [-]%.

It’s like those scam text messages, “I’m Qin Shihuang, I’m not dead, now as long as you V me 50, I can take a taxi back to Dragon Kingdom, when I wake up the soldiers in Qin Shihuang’s mausoleum to conquer the world, I will seal you Be a general!"

"I'm really Director Ye Heng."

Ye Heng said, but he couldn't help but want to laugh, and the laughter on the other side didn't even mention it.

"I admire you very much after reading your works. I wonder if you are interested in chatting with me?"

"Sorry, if I have nothing to do, maybe I can hang out with you, but right now I'm drinking with my best buddies, so get the hell out of where you came from, understand? Bastard !"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Ye Heng a chance to explain.

Chapter 515 Director David

"Are all liars these days so unskilled in deceiving people? Just open your mouth and say that you are Director Ye."

"What are you talking about? Last time I received a call saying that he was an old man who washed his hair. He said that he didn't die, but ran to the back of the moon. Now he is preparing an army to attack the earth, but the fare is not enough. He wants to find me. Give him a cab for £50."

"Then did you give it to him?"

"Is this nonsense? I gave him fifty cents."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was laughter in the bar.

Ye Heng was sitting on the sofa with a helpless smile on his face.

Even John on the side couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that people should not be too famous, otherwise you would be too embarrassed to directly tell people who you are."

In the end, Ye Heng had no choice but to call Henry and ask him to tell the other party.

But Ye Heng didn't ask Henry to tell them directly that he had called.

Instead, he said that he was interested in David and might contact him in the near future.

He was already curious about what kind of behavior David would have when he received the call and remembered that the guy he had just regarded as a liar was really Ye Heng.

So a few minutes later, David, who was drinking at the bar, received another call.

But this time it wasn't Ye Heng who hit him, nor Henry, but the boss of David's current company.

"Hey, boss, what's the matter?"

"I just received news that Director Ye Heng admired you a lot after watching your movie, and may call you to chat with you in the near future. You should pay attention."

Hearing this, the smile on David's original face froze immediately.

He suddenly remembered the guy who claimed to be Ye Heng just now, could it be...

"Well, boss, this director Ye Heng, is he..."

David said, as if trying to escape this possibility.

But the boss's next sentence made him have to face the reality.

"Did you drink your brains out of your mind? In the circle of directors, who else can Director Ye Heng have?"

"If it's not clear, then I'm making it clear that he's the director of Harry Potter, Darkest Hour, The Matrix and most recently, Avatar!"

"Do you understand who he is now?"

"Yes, yes."

David said, his whole body was numb.

When the phone was hung up, he froze in place.

He didn't expect that the guy who called just now was not a liar, but the real Director Ye Heng!

Seeing David's blank expression, the friends next to him couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong with you boy? Are you drunk?"

David shook his head, "My boss just called me and said that Director Ye Heng might contact me soon."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and immediately thought of the phone call from the guy who called himself Ye Heng.

But there was another guy who was completely dumbfounded, but shook his head.

"If the boss is also a fake, then it's over."

After hearing this, David almost cried on the spot.

That's Director Ye Heng!The man known as the God of Movies!I actually missed it like this!

He felt as if his heart was being twisted like a knife now, wishing that the glass bottle would hit his head hard, and he would die!