Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 240 Filming Completed
late at night.

Drogo's bedroom.

In the dark room, two glowing golden balls looked very scary.

Those were Fulin's eyes.

Eyes full of resentment.

She was sulking in front of a dragon.

Drogo had sent her a message a few hours ago, saying there was an urgent short film to be shot, and then there had been no news since.

Don’t read messages or answer calls.

disappeared!
Fulin dared to bet that Drogo, the annoying red guy, was just going to play secretly.

Because she contacted Doudou, but Doudou didn't reply.

In the past, at times like this, the two dragons would be so engrossed in playing games that they would automatically block out all outside information.

If not, she can call Drogo daddy next week.

Although I don't know why he is so obsessed with calling me dad.

Fulin's teeth were grinding.

No more sleep!
I must catch Drogo sneaking back home.

Then let him call mom!
Fulin sat in her nest, getting angrier the more she thought about it.

Is the game really that fun? Is it possible that my attraction is not as good as a few illusionists?
If Drogo were here right now, he would answer without hesitation.

Yes, those illusion figures are more attractive than her.

That was the result of months of hard work by a group of illusionists, plus the wisdom of countless creators on another planet.

How could he be inferior to a golden dragon bully who has loved bullying dragons since childhood?

You must be able to win the battle with your tongue.

As for how to apologize after you’ve done what you did, we’ll talk about it when you apologize.

In the silence, Flynn heard the sound of claws carefully landing on the floor.

Because the house was filled with the smell of Drogo, the sense of smell was of little use at times like this.

But judging from the thief-like way of moving, it must be Drogo.

If you are a real thief, you won’t be able to break through the protective spell here.

"Squeaky--"

The door hinges made an enchanting sound.

Then a red figure walked in backwards, not daring to breathe.

It must have learned its lesson from the loud noise when opening the door, so it held the door with its claws and moved it little by little to close it.

After finally completing this difficult operation, Drogo breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to face the next big challenge.

How to crawl into the nest quietly.

It’s not that Drogo doesn’t want to sleep outside, he just sleeps outside without even needing a sofa, he can just lie on the ground.

But if Flynn awoke in the morning and found him not in his lair, Drogo would face the wrath of the ancient dragon.

Staying out all night + waking up in a bad mood = so scary!
Drogo wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and turned around.

"what!"

"what!"

"You scared me to death!"

"You scared me to death!"

"Why don't you turn on the lights so late at night?"

"Is it not possible to not turn on the light? What are you shouting about?"

"You saw two balls of golden light flashing in the dark room, just like will-o'-the-wisp, and you were scared too!"

When the lights were turned on, the room became quiet and the two dragons stared at each other.

Drogo was not actually afraid. When he noticed the two balls of golden light, he realized that Frynn was waiting for him, and he could tell with his butt that Frynn was very angry.

So, Drogo used one of the most useful strategies for couples' conflicts: taking the initiative.

No matter whether it is logical or reasonable, just bluff the other person first to divert their attention away from the original point of anger.

However, Flynn was obviously not a simple dragon. She quickly saw through Drogo's trick. She was only stunned for a few seconds before she got her focus back.

"Where did you go so late at night? Why didn't you reply to my message? Don't you love me anymore?"

Fulin used the triple death question.

Drogo swallowed, his mind racing.

Experienced friends know that answering anything at this time will be of no help.

and so--

Don't answer!

Drogo is now ready to use the second most useful tactic for couple conflicts: occupy the moral high ground.

After a little mental preparation, it's time to show off your acting skills.

Drogo put on an aggrieved expression, as if saying "I've tried so hard, how can you be so mean to me?"

"I'm working, right? I finally caught a church with something fishy, ​​and I came up with a good idea to make a short film to frame the Mammon sect. Of course, I have to make the film quickly before the sect takes action. It's for us to live a more stable life in the future! How dare you blame me?"

"No, I, I didn't mean that."

Fulin was a little confused for a moment, not quite sure what was going on, as if she had made a big mistake.

"I'm so disappointed. You don't trust me and slander me for going out to have fun. I'm sad. I've been shooting the film all night long, racing against time, and I didn't dare to rest for a moment."

Drogo said it seriously.

In fact, the short film is less than five minutes in total. It took only half an hour to shoot Sam wearing the bird-beak mask.

Sam directly demonstrated that curse in the short film, proving that it contains a divine component that only the church can use.

Drogo even did the preliminary editing and worked out what the final cut would look like.

Refer to the synopsis at the beginning of each season of American TV series, where scenes flash back and forth, a complete plot is not shown, and there is a narration by a riddle man.

All I need to do is find some footage of steam engines and curses together.

Although I don’t know what the film would look like if Mammon were to make a movie, the design of Drogo will definitely fit everyone’s stereotype of this evil sect.

After completing the simple shooting and rough editing, Drogo did not work at all for the remaining few hours in the second half of the night.

He brought along Sam, Doudou, Xin 104 and Ren 82, all members who participated in the filming of this secret short film, and played several rounds of thrilling Feilin Wars.

That is the Three Kingdoms Kill in another world.

Drogo had a pretty good experience of bullying others.

Emotionally, Drogo does not support all bullying behaviors, but he feels really happy about it.

So Fulin's guess was actually correct. Drogo was indeed staying up late playing games, at least most of the time.

"I'm just worried that staying up late like this is bad for your health. I'm not blaming you."

Fulin said hurriedly.

"Do you not love me anymore?"

"Ah?" Fulin didn't react for a moment. This was how she felt when asked this kind of question.

"I hesitated. You really don't love me."

Drogo performs a combo.

With his way, he also gave his body.

That's Murong Zhuoge.

He didn't give Fulin a chance to speak again, and said directly: "I'm going to the study to continue editing. Don't disturb me and reflect on it."

After saying that, he left the bedroom without looking back.

Fulin was left sitting alone in the nest, with a big question mark in her little head, not knowing why it was all her fault.

After closing the door, Drogo did not leave immediately, but lay on the door and eavesdropped for a long time in a very insidiously manner to see if Fulynn would react.

After eavesdropping for ten minutes and making sure that Fulin had no follow-up actions, he moved to the study.

Fortunately, I almost failed to scare Flynn. Fortunately, the version that Drogo experienced when he was a human was much more advanced than the version on the continent of Flynn.

The women here have not yet evolved to the indescribable level of a few extremists on Earth.

It won't reach that level in a short time, at least not while Drogo is still alive.

Because the largest media channels are controlled by Drogo, controlling publicity is equivalent to controlling the right to speak.

Having experienced the era of the full Internet, Zhuogo knows very well how important it is to have your voice heard.

I went to the study, turned on the editing equipment, and prepared to find some materials from the library.

In order to facilitate the production of various short films and use them as training materials for employees, the cameramen of the Drogo Group shot many clips of various contents.

Drogo plans to find some steam engines here, and a small team of people will sneakily collect that kind of material to edit into the frame-up short film.

To Drogo's surprise, there was a wealth of material of this type, especially that about steam engines.

It seems that among the photographers in the group, there are a lot of people who are obsessed with various machines. In addition to steam engines, there are also a lot of materials for locomotives and ships.

Drogo browsed through them and selected a few options. They were all of a somewhat sinister style, matching the overall conspiracy theory of the short film and exuding a weird atmosphere.

Just as he was about to cut in, Drogo suddenly stopped, realizing that this was a bit risky.

If I use the group's public library, the church might find out the source, and I won't be able to distance myself from the matter.

After thinking about it, Drogo sent an email to Xin 104 with these selected videos attached.

Request Xin 104 to bring a few trustworthy goblins to secretly shoot a few clips in the style specified in the attachment. No one else should know about this except the goblins involved.

He also reminded us that after the video was transmitted, the original first-hand footage should be destroyed.

After Drogo finishes editing, he will destroy the materials he used, striving to leave no evidence.

After arranging all this, Zhuogo suddenly realized that there seemed to be nothing to do in the early morning.

So I opened the chat box and found Doudou.

"Are you there?"

"?"

"Still not asleep?"

"Say something quickly."

"Call on!"

"Call on!"

Thus, the two ancient dragons began a pleasant all-night gaming journey.

Until morning.

The game session was over, and Drogo was sitting on a cushion in his study, letting his mind wander.

There was an illusion of a gaming platform still in front of him, but no games were running.

Drogo's eyes glazed over.

It was a feeling as if the body had been hollowed out.

what time is it?
The sunlight outside the window is so dazzling?
It turns out that as I get older, I shouldn’t stay up late. It’s really bad for my health.

Moreover, staying up late is not conducive to improving your grades, as it can easily lead to mental confusion.

I dropped a whole rank this night.

He and Doudou fell into a vicious cycle of sleeping after winning a game, and it has continued to this day.

Haven't won yet.

A question suddenly popped up in Zhuogo's mind: which one would make it easier to sleep, sleeping after winning a game or sleeping after losing a game?

At this moment, the study door was gently pushed open.

It was Fulin who came in.

"Drogo, are you asleep? I'm sorry for the night, I prepared breakfast for you, do you want to…"

Fulynn came to apologize to Drogo with breakfast in her hand.

"Hmm?" Drogo looked up weakly.

Eyes facing each other.

Before Drogo could say anything, Fulin's gaze slowly moved to the illusion on the game platform.

"Well, I can actually explain..."

Drogo suddenly woke up and said weakly.

"Drogo!"

Fulin's anger level suddenly reached the maximum.

“You said you were here to edit the video!”

"Um, I actually cut it, do you believe it?"

"What about the edited video?"

"Oh, this..."

"Drogo!" The magical elements around Flynn began to fluctuate wildly, bringing dangerous pressure.

"Don't get excited. If the house breaks down, you'll have to spend money to repair it."

Drogo's words had no effect.

Fulin has already started casting the spell.

"Wait! Today is the filming of the last scene of The Intouchables. It's very crucial and I can't be absent. Goodbye, I hope you have a good day."

After saying this, Drogo jumped out of the window and escaped.

It flew to the seaside at lightning speed.

In this regard, Drogo did not lie. Today was indeed the last scene of filming for "The Intouchables".

Sir Godot and Ms. Rowling are about to have a showdown.

To be honest, during the filming of this film, it doesn't really make much difference whether the director is on the set or not.

The entire crew can complete all preparations automatically, and there is no need for a director. Just let the leading actors perform freely to highlight the sincerity of the emotions.

But Drogo really wanted to go to this scene, not for any other reason, just to watch the fun.

When Drogo arrived on the scene, filming had already begun.

The chosen filming location is a well-known high-end restaurant next to a square on the beach in the tourist resort of Shuangta City.

There aren't many extras in it.

This scene does not have any requirements for extras, they just need to sit at the table and eat, so it is better to directly borrow the customers in the store and save as much as possible.

As the camera focuses, Maurice pushes Sir Godot's wheelchair to the reserved position next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Due to the arrangement of the script, Sir Godot's wheelchair has been modified so that it does not need to be pushed and is controlled by a small joystick.

And since the transformation is produced by the goblins, it is quite hardcore.

As a wheelchair, it can reach a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, which even a horse-drawn carriage cannot catch up with.

But Maurice still pushed Sir Gordo to the table.

Sir Godot found it a little strange, but did not ask.

It just saves him some time to use the Mage's Hand.

Maurice straightened Sir Gordo's wheelchair and whispered in his ear, "Kiss her well for me."

Then he pulled out the magic stone on the wheelchair, causing it to lose all energy and become unable to leave.

Then walked out of the restaurant.

Sir Godot stayed where he was, in a state of tension and panic.

He didn't know what happened.

Is Morris targeting him?
It was impossible that he trusted this tiefling caretaker so much.

And Morris trusted him just as much.

Why is that, is it a tracking camera filming? At what angle, Sir Gordo shook his head nervously, trying to attract the attention of the staff behind the camera.

He wanted to stop filming.

At this moment, he could no longer escape.

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind me, and it sounded very noisy, like a group of people passing by.

He could hear the footsteps approaching him and stopping.

The tension in my heart intensified.

"Good morning, dear Mr. Godot."

It's a familiar voice.

Sir Godot turned around and saw someone he had not expected to see.

"Ms. Rowling? Why are you here?"

Rowling didn't say anything, but took out her cell phone and sent a message.

Then, the cell phone that Sir Godot had kept hidden inside his clothes began to ring with a message from someone he cared about.

"You are……"

Rowling nodded.

Sir Godot looked at her delicate face, and his eyes suddenly changed from nervousness and fear to excitement, excitement and hope.

So much so that two tears appeared in my eyes.

What did he realize, was it Morris who arranged it?
Turning his head to look out the window, Morris waved at him with a smile, then turned around and left in a cool manner.

Sir Godot stared blankly ahead, his chest heaving with excitement.

After a while, a smile full of happiness appeared on Godot's face, with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)