Vol 2 Chapter 120: Stingy and scorching to explosion (2)

A director, but it wasn't until he saw Deming's father that he didn't have what he called an excellent temperament.
Although he was sitting next to his son, Dai Ruohan's temperament was not covered in the slightest, but because of his calm and handsome temperament, he had a few years of precipitated taste, which made people feel uncomfortable.
And from the appearance alone, ordinary people can never see that Dai Ruohan is already the age of Deming's father.
Su Tan said with a smile: "Hello uncle Dai, compared to the film director, I think you should be an actor."
After hearing this, Dai Ruohan chuckled his lips with a smile, bitter, and swept past.
He is quiet, but his personality is indirect and direct like Deming. He pushed his resume to Su Tan, and even thoughtfully prepared several clips of the works he directed and copied them in Light Brain. Video player for Sutan's inspection.
This intention is enough to make Sutan solemnly wait.
He picked up Dai Ruohan's resume and found that although the other party was not famous in the movie industry and had never been a front-line director, Dai Ruohan's experience when he first started his career in the film industry was very remarkable.
Best Newcomer Director Award, the Most Anticipated Works Award of College Student Film Festival, the Most Applauded Works Award of the audience ...
In the period when he first came into contact with movies, Dai Ruohan can be said to be a promising young man and a winner in life. He almost filled all the awards that the new director can get.
until--
Sutan's eyes fell on a year.
"3848."
Ten years ago.
Dai Ruohan suddenly disappeared in the film industry. Whether it was his directed work or the bright and brilliant director's road that should have a promising future, straight to the clouds, all came to an abrupt halt, leaving only a few humble low-level clips to live for Raw, difficult to live on.
Looking at the resume that was suddenly interrupted, Su Tan knew it.
Before he came, he had found someone who knew about Dai Ruohan and knew that the other person suddenly killed the director's career, not because he had made a mistake, but because of his outstanding looks and being tragically struck by investors. Blocked, intimidating him into submission.
In the end, Dai Ruohan not only did not give in, but for the past ten years, he still insisted on making his favorite short film and refused to give up the industry.
This pride and perseverance alone made Su Tan admirable.
Su Tan's expression dropped the resume as usual, and the smile on his face was clear, without any change.
As soon as he looked up, he faced Deming's nervous gaze and noticed that the other party's hands were tightly twisted together, as if in extreme tension, fearing to see him categorically reject.
Seeing this scene, Su Tan couldn't help but chuckled and asked curiously to Dai Ruohan, "Did you bring the editing video?"
Dai Ruohan bowed his head, opened the light brain on the side, and handed it to him.
All of a sudden, the cool, fast-paced fast-paced action movie appeared in the eyes of Su Tan, coupled with the powerful music of the node, immediately played a blast to the explosion effect, making people extremely heated.
The rhythm of the music's clear rhythm coincides with the editing footage, and with the tacit understanding, it is tightly locked for every minute and every second.
The slightly swaying lens just rightly decoupled the nodes of the music, making people feel extremely shocked, and they were almost stimulated by thrilling lens transitions and grand editing scenes that lit the goose bumps.
In just one minute of video, it is undeniable that Su Tan's scalp was numb, and there was a burst of blood in his heart.
Obviously, both the editing and sound production skills of the other party are very powerful.
Su Tan calmed for several seconds before finally returning from the deflagration video. His eyes brightly asked the two people opposite, "Who made the music? Did you write it yourself?"
What surprised him was the hand raised by Deming.
Su Tan couldn't help laughing, and continued to ask, "What about the original material clipped in the video? Did you shoot it yourself?"
Dai Ruohan answered quietly, "It's my previous work, I ... all stay."
He raised his lip corner frankly, a little astringent. Instead of causing any damage to his aura of temperament, he even added a light temperament to him.
Deming aside, he quietly held his hand under the table.
Su Tan's eyes cleared, and he stretched out his hand to the two with a smile. "Joyful cooperation, I think the new movie can be officially launched."
Hearing this, Deming was still a little stunned.
I saw Su Tan with a smile and a relaxed and orderly introduction. "I think with you, the problems of the director and sound engineer can be solved, and the rest of the head is the actor."
Listening to these words, Deming finally returned to his consciousness and suddenly responded. "My dad ... did you promise to make my dad a director?"
Su Tan nodded, looking at the outstanding and handsome temperament and looks of the father and son, and said with a smile: "It's not just the director. I just said that you are good actors."
He smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Want to create a work that is completely your own?"
That night, Zhang Weiyin, the star of "Interstellar Tracking", lacked experience and accidentally fell from coercion during the filming and was rushed to the doctor. The president of Fang Xingzhou Entertainment, a film investor, hurried to the hospital for a visit. The squatting media took a photo, which was exposed on the Internet, which immediately caused an uproar.
At this time, Su Tan was walking out of the bathroom with water vapor, wiping his hair with a towel, and just happened to see Hayden walk in.
His lacquered eyes were smiling, shining brightly, and he told the big cousin the good news.
"I found the director, and there are two male lead actors, editors, and sound effects." Su Tan's voice is clear, with a smile, while wiping his hair with a towel, while walking towards Hayden.
He thought about it, and suddenly his black eyes were bright and bright, as if star-filled, and he slyly smiled and teased, "Perhaps the makeup artist was saved."
Hayden Lang walked calmly to him, took the towel in his hand, and gently wiped the drops of water on his hair as he moved.
"So fast?"
Su Tan's eyes were covered by a towel over his head, and only Hayden's low magnetic voice came from behind him, with a little smile. "What other positions can you give me?"
Hearing this, Su Tan thought seriously, but didn't realize how he was thinking under the towel, letting his hand gently wiping the towel stopped gradually.
Su Tan thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed and quipped, "I still lack a housekeeper."
Under the towel, his curved lips smiled brightly, letting Hayden breathe for a moment, and lowered his lips involuntarily.
"Ok."
The hot breath was imprinted on Su Tan's lips, and the remaining murmured words disappeared into the blended breath.
"My account, you can spend it:).