Diamond company shoots commercials, you shoot Titanic

At 3:30 in the afternoon, it was drizzling.

A low-key black business car slowly stopped outside the crew hotel.

Secretary He was about to make a phone call when he saw a familiar figure carrying a bag of fruit, walking along the eaves towards the hotel gate.

Secretary He put down the phone and rolled down the window,"Director Fang!"

Fang Rong turned around and looked surprised. He held up an umbrella and walked to the side of the business car,"Secretary He, why are you here?"

He bent his legs slightly and looked inside from the window.

Isn't the person in the second row Li Zhiming, who has just been promoted to deputy minister?

""Oh, Minister Li, you are here too."

Two minutes later, under the leadership of Fang Rong, Li Zhiming and six others entered the hotel smoothly.

The six people were Li Zhiming, Secretary He, two bodyguards, and two receptionists sent by Meng Province.

In the elevator, the numbers on the display screen slowly rose.

"Director Fang, has the shooting been going smoothly recently? Li Zhiming asked casually

"It went pretty smoothly. We finished shooting the second to last scene this morning and the actors will wrap up tomorrow."

"Oh? What are we going to shoot tomorrow?"

"Burning the cornfield."

Li Zhiming read the script and nodded in understanding.

He remembered the plot. The earth was on the verge of destruction, and Murphy wanted to force her brother to leave with her, so she burned the cornfield at home. The two receptionists and two bodyguards behind him were a little curious.

The receptionist Xiao Zhao asked curiously:"Cornfield? Isn't Director Chen shooting a science fiction film? Going to an alien planet to grow corn?"

Fang Rong smiled and said,"Wait until it is released, everyone go to the cinema to watch it, I won't spoil it."

Another receptionist Xiao Sun echoed,"I will definitely support it then! Xiao Zhao, you don't watch too many movies, and science fiction films also have daily parts. The cornfield should be about the daily life of the protagonist."

Li Zhiming's eyes sank slightly.

He roughly scanned the script.

It seemed that it was indeed as Xiao Sun said, this part should be daily life, without any science fiction feeling.

This is normal, science fiction also needs to be close to life

……

At the same time.

On the 12th floor of the hotel, in a room at the end of the corridor.

Chen Xiao finished editing the chase clip in the cornfield and matched it with the soundtrack of"Wild Chase", then pressed the"Export" button.

While the computer was exporting the video.

He ate the last bite of the bag at hand, which was a luxury in Country M and a delicacy that only rich people could enjoy - spicy strips.

He threw the bag into the trash can and opened the doors and windows for fresh air.

This room is a temporary editing room with a large number of equipment.

His room is opposite.

Chen Xiao walked out of the editing room and returned to his room to find a work schedule.

The door of the editing room was not closed, so it continued to ventilate.

Anyway, the whole floor is full of his own people, so it doesn't matter if the door is closed for a meeting.

Just as he was looking for something.

Fang Rong brought Li Zhiming and his group to the editing room.

Fang Rong walked into the editing room,"Director Chen, are you there?"

When he walked in, the room was quiet with only the sound of machines running.

He smiled and said to the others,"Director Chen said at noon that he would edit the film himself in the afternoon. His computer was not turned off and the door was still open. He must have gone to the opposite room to get something. His room is opposite."

Fang Rong pointed to the sofa and said,"Leaders, please sit down. I'll go find him."

The other six people just sat down and Fang Rong was about to leave.

Suddenly, a voice came from the speaker on the table.

"Get in the car, quickly."

Then a young boy said,"The tire hasn't been repaired yet."

At the same time, deep organ music flowed out of the speakers.

The ethereal notes seemed to hit their hearts directly.

Fang Rong was stunned, stopped, and looked back at the computer.

The other six people also stood up and walked around to the other side of the computer.

In the screen, the movie clip that had just been exported was playing automatically.

A car was crossing the cornfield, chasing a plane.

Cooper said:"That is a drone of the US Air Force. Its solar cells can power the entire farm."

The music in the speakers became more and more tense, but it was different from the tension in police and gangster movies.

It was ethereal and deep, as if there was a black hole in front of them that was about to suck them in.

But it just happened to match the cornfield.

Secretary He couldn't help but shudder.

Why did this music give him goose bumps?

As he continued to listen, an inexplicable loneliness and panic surged in his heart.

The green cornfield was as quiet as before, but it made people feel the last tranquility, as if something terrible was about to happen.

It made him feel that the three people in the car were about to fall into a time loop or a black hole.

And as the music continued, he even felt that the world in the picture was infinitely vast and scary.

The vast world contrasted with the tiny individual, and the feeling of loneliness and sadness became heavier.

Secretary He pinched his arm.

It was so strange, how could this music make him feel so strongly, even a little bit wanting to cry, it was outrageous.

A minute and a half passed.

The car braked by the lake, the music stopped abruptly, and the film stopped.

Secretary He touched his arm, shuddered, and looked at Fang Rong in disbelief

"Director Fang, the scene clearly shows us just chasing planes, why do I feel such a strong sense of loneliness and fear?"

Fang Rong was also a little stunned,"I have the same feeling. But you have to ask Director Chen, this is the first time I have heard this song too."

He had heard another song in the concert hall before, and he had never heard this one before.

The receptionist Xiao Zhao scratched his head, a little confused.

Why didn't he feel anything?

He turned his head to glance at his colleague Xiao Sun, and found that Xiao Sun's face was also moved.

No way? He was the only one who didn't feel anything?

He turned around and looked at the two bodyguards behind him, and found that one was sad, and the other was a little confused like him.

Xiao Zhao smiled awkwardly,"Huh? How strange, why didn't I feel anything? It seems that some of us are moved, and some are very calm. What's the principle behind this?"

Li Zhiming smiled faintly.

"Everyone has different personal experiences and feelings towards music, just like some people start to cry when they hear"My Heart Will Go On", while some people won't feel like crying even after watching the whole movie"Titanic". It's normal."

Li Zhiming turned his head to look at the computer screen, his face calm, but he was still a little surprised in his heart.

The music just now seemed to have a beat of 60, that is, one beat per second, which is close to the heart rate of a person when he is resting, and it awakens people's sensibility unconsciously.

Although I knew Chen Xiao could compose music, I didn't expect him to be so professional.

No, maybe this is not called professionalism, but too much knowledge of human nature.

Use music to awaken the feelings deep in people's hearts. Just as a few people were hesitating whether to propose to Director Li to watch it"secretly" again, footsteps were heard outside the door. Chen Xiao came in with documents, and was startled by the seven people who appeared out of nowhere.

"Minister Li, why are you here?"

"I came to Meng Province for work, and I came to see our crew."Li Zhiming walked towards him, and the two sat on the sofa.

The two receptionists looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Although they had heard that"Interstellar" was a joint production of the Ministry of Culture and the Ministry of Science and Technology.

But the Meng Province's top leaders have always felt that the crew is working for two departments and is considered outsourced work.

But just now, when I heard Minister Li say"our crew" with my own ears, I suddenly felt a little creepy.

This doesn't seem to be as simple as an outsourcing relationship.

A crew with such a high status?

Should I report to the leaders and invite the provincial leaders to come over for a social event?