Director, please respect yourself

"Hello, Lin, have you agreed to help translate "The Three-Body Problem"?"

Seeing that the call was from Lin Jiu, Yao Hailin was very happy. He said sorry to the science fiction fan, and then ran to the corridor and answered the phone.

Lin Jiu is a lawyer, Chinese-American, very famous in Hollywood, specializing in copyright litigation, but Yao Hailin appreciates some of his ideas in the science fiction world.

When "The Three-Body Problem" was wanted to be published in the United States, he was the first person Yao Hailin thought of for translation.

But Lin Jiu on the phone smiled.

"Old Yao, how can I have that time?

I fly back and forth to the United States all day long, and I basically don’t have time to have a meal with my mother at home. "

"Then... what do you mean by calling me now?" Yao Hailin didn't understand.

It's 12 noon now, which is midnight in the United States.

Making phone calls at midnight... is something only night owls do.

"My ex-wife..., Lao Yao, you know, my ex-wife is Liu Xiaoli. She sent an English science fiction novel to my mailbox yesterday, called "The Fifth Season". She asked me to take a look at this English science fiction novel. ?

I watched it, it’s very good!

Not to mention the worldview, in terms of the beauty of the writing, it is far superior to the "Three-Body Problem" that you particularly admire. "

Season 5…

Yao Hailin was a little confused when he heard this name.

Why haven't I heard of such a science fiction novel? You must know that as editors, as soon as a relatively new science fiction novel appears in the world, we will buy it and read it as soon as possible.

He must have guessed what Yao Hailin was thinking. At this time, Lin Jiu on the other side of the phone felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Lao Yao.

I didn't express myself clearly just now. The fifth season of this science fiction novel has not been published yet, and it has not even been finalized. My ex-wife passed the manuscript to me and asked me to help contact the publishing house in the United States? "

"Wait, Linzi..."

As the deputy editor-in-chief of Science Fiction World Magazine, Yao Hailin instantly grasped the key points of his old friend's words.

"You mean, this English science fiction novel was written by our countrymen?"

"Yes, this man's name is Yang Hao. He is a famous film director in the Mainland. Even I have watched the film "Xiu Chun Knife" directed by him, but I really didn't expect that he could actually write science fiction novels. …”

"Lin Zi, can you send me the manuscript of this novel?" Yao Hailin became a little anxious before Lin could finish speaking.

Unexpectedly, there is someone in our country who is capable of writing science fiction novels in English, and this person often appears in major domestic media.

"I'm sorry, Lao Yao, you also know our rules as lawyers. We don't dare to send his manuscript to others without the author's authorization.

However, I can tell you Yang Hao's address and phone number. He is currently filming in Beijing. You might as well contact him directly. "

"OK!"

When Yao Hailin heard this, he rubbed his hands excitedly.

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"1, 2, 3, 4..."

Huang Xiaoming was counting soybeans, very seriously. He first placed a pile of soybeans on the ground, and then used a piece of wood to poke them while counting.

Luan Jizhuang is the photography assistant of the photography team. He is responsible for helping Huang Xiaoming shoot the scene of counting soybeans. Although it is a bit boring, he is also very happy.

Because Yang Hao also gave him a task. Whenever Huang Xiaoming counted soybeans above 100, he could make trouble next to him.

Talk to Huang Xiaoming about singing; talk to Huang Xiaoming about beauties; talk to Huang Xiaoming about ghost stories from his hometown...

Anyway, just how to distract Huang Xiaoming?

The effect was also remarkable. Huang Xiaoming had already counted to 500, but in the end he forgot to count while chatting with Luan Jizhuang. As a last resort, he had to count from the beginning.

SB

Yang Ying muttered these two letters in her mouth repeatedly, and when she saw Huang Xiaoming squatting on the ground, she muttered them.

But every time Huang Xiaoming raised his head to look at her, she immediately put on a smile and clapped.

"Brother Xiao Ming is great!"

"Brother Xiao Ming, you look so serious and so handsome!"

"Baby, let me tell you, this is a critical moment for me to improve my acting skills. You must never talk about my handsomeness again, but say that my acting skills are good." Huang Xiaoming warned his little girlfriend seriously, and then lowered his head and started counting. soy.

Not to mention, Yang Hao's move was somewhat effective.

At least now, when facing the camera, I can do one thing without any distractions.

Unlike before, when I was performing, I would always think, does this look good? Will this cast a shadow on fans? How should this role be positioned? I don’t know if I’m acting like this, right? How about we wait until the performance is over, or have a meal or something with the director after the performance?

Yang Hao is filming.

Whether it's Zhang Zifeng or Zhao Jinma, the two little girls' acting skills are very powerful. They don't think too much, and their actions are easy and natural. Especially Zhao Jinma, this girl directly brought a robot to life.

"Action!"

"Abe!"

"Abe!"

"Jinzo!"

Li Chengru was running around anxiously on the path in the villa area, shouting as he ran.

At this time, Yang Le, a young security guard in the community, hurried over and saluted.

"Hello owner, may I ask what this is?"

"Our dog is lost. His first name is Abe and his nickname is Shinzo. He is a big yellow dog that is so tall. I don't know, have you seen it?"

"No!"

Young security guard Yang Le shook his head, but at this time, he asked again in the spirit of being serious and responsible for the owner.

"Is it the dog that bit the little girl next door yesterday?"

"yes!"

But as soon as he spoke, Li Chengru turned his attention to his neighbor's villa.

Could the dog be at his house?

…

"OK, passed, next set of shots!"

Picking up the walkie-talkie from behind the director's monitor, Yang Hao was about to talk about the scene with Li Chengru and Li Bingbing, when he suddenly saw a car coming up the lane in the villa area, a very ordinary German Volkswagen.

The Volkswagen stopped, and a middle-aged man just got out of the car. Liu Yifei, who was holding the clapper board in her hand, ran over with a whoop.

"Uncle Yao!"

"Hello, Uncle Yao, I'm Sissi!"

"Haha, Sissy, I didn't expect you to have grown so tall." The middle-aged man and Liu Yifei should be very familiar with each other. When the two of them smiled and talked, the middle-aged man even reached out and rubbed Liu Yifei's little head, his eyes It's full of doting.

"Uncle Yao, aren't you in Rongcheng? I said last time that I would go to Rongcheng to see you. Why did you suddenly come to the capital?"

"Oh..., I have something to do with Director Yang." Yao Hailin looked at his old friend's stepdaughter, and then at Yang Hao, who was directing the staff to arrange the shooting scene.

"Is it about the science fiction novel "Season 5"?" At this time, Liu Yifei lowered her voice.

"Yes, let me see the original manuscript!"

"How come this kind of English novel can be published in our country?" Liu Yifei whispered as she led Yao Hailin to the filming site.

"It can be published, but it is relatively niche. It is best to contact some foreign publishing houses. For example, we can directly find a local publishing house in the United States to publish this English novel."

Yao Hailin smiled and explained to Liu Yifei, and then took the initiative to extend his hand to Yang Hao, who was walking over.

"Director Yang, I would like to come over and read the manuscript of your English novel "The Fifth Season". Is that possible?"