stjorthotic Chapter 292 Lin Zhou: Let me see the script. No, there are too many kissing scenes.
Chapter 292 Lin Zhou: Let me see the script. No, there are too many kissing scenes.
Lin Zhou slammed the extremely thick stack of scripts onto the mahogany dining table with a "smack," his brows instantly furrowing into a deep "川" shape.
The air in the hall seemed to be sucked out in an instant by an extremely strong sense of oppression. The director, Martin, who was originally extremely excited, was startled by the sharp sound and immediately jumped.
"Mr. Lin... this is a commercial masterpiece that has undergone extremely rigorous research and development. Is there anything you're dissatisfied with?"
Martin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; his once arrogant face in Hollywood was now filled with extreme unease.
Lin Zhou didn't speak. He coldly extended two fingers and precisely turned to page fifteen of the script, pressing his fingertips heavily on the bolded text.
"In this scene, the male lead forcibly kisses the female lead in the pouring rain... Do you consider this art?"
Lin Zhou's voice was calm and even, yet it made the bodyguards around him subconsciously lower their breathing.
Martin leaned forward and glanced at it, then quickly put on an extremely professional, ingratiating smile.
"Mr. Lin, this is to express that extremely intense love and hate, which is a crucial emotional turning point in the film."
"Screw you, 'ultimate'!"
Lin Zhou gave a disdainful snort, his eyes flashing with extremely dangerous ferocity.
"Was my wife's face meant to be eaten by that potato-looking male celebrity on the big screen?"
"And this, page 30, the half-covered bathing scene... Martin, do you think the Lin family's bullets haven't flown far enough?"
Martin felt extremely embarrassed under Lin Zhou's almost cannibalistic gaze, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
He originally thought that a tycoon like Lin Zhou pursued a glamorous life in the world of fame and fortune.
But he clearly underestimated the primal savagery of a "wife-protecting maniac" when faced with his territory being coveted.
"Mr. Lin, please let me explain. This is truly just a purely artistic expression. We will have extremely professional lighting and stand-ins..."
"Even a stand-in won't work."
Lin Zhou interrupted him decisively, then pushed the script aside with obvious disgust.
"This kind of thing, which uses the guise of 'art' to sell 'blasphemous' dog meat, is a huge insult to my wife's personality."
"My woman, Lin Zhou's woman, even if she is only glanced at by others on camera, I feel that is a favor to them."
"Now you actually want her to act in these lovey-dovey scenes with other people? Do you think I'm dead?"
Su Qingge sat to the side, propping her forehead up in utter helplessness.
Although she knew that Lin Zhou's jealous expression was to protect her, she still couldn't help but feel extremely awkward seeing the world-renowned director being scolded like a quail.
"Lin Zhou, tone it down. The director was just considering the logic of the script."
Su Qingge offered a soft word of advice, but a hint of sweetness secretly flashed in her peach blossom eyes.
"Logic? Logic means that no one but me can touch a single hair on your head."
Lin Zhou turned to look at Su Qingge, his tone instantly changing from extremely cold to extremely domineering and doting.
"Honey, if you want to make movies, I'll buy you the world's top film company tomorrow, so you can make movies however you want."
"But no one but me can play the male lead in this script."
Director Martin was scratching his head in frustration, looking extremely anxious like a monkey trapped in a cage.
He was extremely unwilling to accept this.
Because he was extremely perceptive that Su Qingge's cool and divine oriental charm, once it appeared on the screen, would definitely cause a global aesthetic storm.
This extremely rare spiritual energy fascinated him even more than the US dollars in Lin Zhou's pocket.
"Mr. Lin, how about this...?"
Martin gritted his teeth, as if he had made some extremely difficult and outrageous decision that went against his ancestors.
He took a tiny, humble step forward, his voice trembling as he suggested:
"We can cut all the intimate scenes and replace them with a battle of wits through eye contact!"
"We changed the original kissing scene to two people staring at each other for thirty seconds, about a meter apart. I can guarantee that the result will be even more thrilling than a kiss!"
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, the fierceness in his eyes lessening slightly, but still carrying a strong sense of suspicion.
"Eye contact? That depends on who the other person is."
"If it were that actor named Pete, I'm afraid I would make him disappear from Hollywood the moment he looks at my wife."
Martin wiped his sweat in an exaggerated manner, his tone becoming extremely obsequious.
"No, no, no! We can hold another open audition for the male lead! Or... we can turn it into a one-woman show for the female lead!"
"The entire film only features Ms. Su's brilliance; all the other male characters are portrayed as ethereal phantoms, or simply shown only from behind!"
"As long as you're willing to invest, and as long as Ms. Su is willing to act in it, you can even ask me to make this a truly, truly great science fiction silent film!"
Such compromises made for the sake of investment and the choice of leading lady are extremely rare and outrageous in the entire history of Hollywood.
Su Qingge was shocked by Martin's extremely humble and crazy spirit, and she looked at Lin Zhou with great surprise.
"He's already gone to such lengths, and you're still not satisfied?"
Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair with extreme laziness, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.
He sneered inwardly.
Although Martin is greedy, his suggestion about "phantom silhouettes" hit the nail on the head.
"It's not impossible for me to agree."
A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Lin Zhou's lips, and a deep, calculating glint flashed in his dark eyes.
"Martin, I can submit your script, but I have one extremely strict requirement."
Director Martin nodded frantically, as if he had been granted a pardon.
"Please, go ahead! I'd even be willing to do a handstand and dance under the Eiffel Tower!"
Lin Zhou extended a finger and drew a circle in the air with remarkable elegance.
"All close-ups of the male lead in the script have been removed."
"Since you call it art, let's take it to the extreme."
"I personally performed every scene of the male lead wearing a full-body motion capture suit. During post-production compositing, I wanted his face to be extremely blurry."
"I want the whole world's audience to only see my wife's beauty. As for the male lead, he just needs to be an extremely competent shadow."
Director Martin stood frozen in place; this extremely domineering and selfish demand was nothing short of a barbaric provocation against the film industry.
But looking at Lin Zhou's extremely determined look, and then at the blank check on the table that had already been issued with an exorbitant deposit, he realized that Lin Zhou was not very confident.
Martin suddenly let out a wild laugh that was extremely, extremely, extremely vulgar.
"Mr. Lin, you are simply a genius! This extremely bizarre filming method will definitely become a masterpiece in film history!"
"Let's sign the contract! Let's sign it now!"
Lin Zhou sneered, took the pen with great efficiency, and signed his name on the contract in a flamboyant manner.
Su Qingge sat to the side, watching the two men reach such an absurd agreement, and sighed with extreme exhaustion.
"Lin Zhou, aren't you afraid that by making such a fuss, our honeymoon will turn into a film crew's overtime work?"
Lin Zhou threw down his pen and naturally pulled Su Qingge into his arms, his eyes becoming extremely ardent.
"Honey, wouldn't it be such a shame if we didn't leave behind a legend just for us in Hollywood?"
"Let's go see what that 'extremely extreme' film set that director Martin talked about is really like."
Just then, Old Chen rushed in, his expression extremely grave.
"Young Master, something has happened."
Lin Zhou's smile vanished instantly, and his eyes turned extremely cold.
"What? That 'patent leather shoe' guy blocking the way is still not changing his ways?"
Old Chen shook his head and whispered something very, very softly in Lin Zhou's ear.
"It wasn't him. We discovered some 'red dots' that shouldn't have been there during the acquisition of the visual effects company."
Lin Zhou's pupils suddenly contracted, and then an extremely cruel smile appeared on his lips.
He turned to look at Su Qingge, his tone still extremely gentle.
"Honey, it looks like we need to deal with some extremely annoying 'post-production footage' before we start filming."
"Martin, get your camera ready."
"The next scene doesn't require acting skills; it's all for real."