Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 592
Feng Chengcheng was in shock, handed Huanhuan back to Feinan, and hurriedly said goodbye to Uncle Xiang and left.

Feinan originally planned to take a ride to find Feng Jingyao to talk about something, but seeing Feng Chengcheng's performance, he knew that his actions were a bit harsh and frightened her, so he didn't speak.

Taking Huanhuan with her, she found a bookstore, bought some blank paper and ink, and returned to Huizhong Hotel. Feinan nestled in the room and stayed there for three days.

In the past three days, he basically didn't go out except for eating.

Three days later, Liu Yijian's apprentice came to his door and brought over his custom-made clothes.

Liu Yijian's workmanship is good, and the clothes fit perfectly.

After finishing the work at hand, Feinan put on new clothes, washed up, and went downstairs with Huanhuan.

After going out and calling a rickshaw, Feinan went straight to Zhabei.

Zhabei, inside the Xinmin Library, Zheng Zhengqiu is busy with the school magazines, preparing for tomorrow's "Medical Wind Monthly" and "Liberation Pictorial".

Suddenly, the concierge grandma came upstairs and knocked on the door, and shouted at him: "Xiao Zheng! Someone is looking for it!"

Zheng Zhengqiu adjusted his glasses, looked at the door suspiciously, but saw a young man walking in with a little girl.

The man was tall and well-dressed, and the suit he was wearing was expensive. He looked like a rich man.

The man was Feinan, and he also looked at the bookish middle-aged man in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Hello, are you looking for me?"

Zheng Zhengqiu came out from behind the desk and reached out to shake hands with Fei Nan, but when he saw the ink stains on his fingers, he withdrew his hand again and said with a embarrassed smile, "Dirty hands... What's your name?"

"No surname fee."

"Oh, Mr. Fei, it's a pleasure to meet you, please sit down!"

Zheng Zhengqiu stretched out his hand to invite Fei Nan to a small table beside him, and shouted at Grandma, "Grandma, please bring a pot of hot water up!"

"Don't bother, I'm not thirsty."

Feinan shook his head, and said seriously, "Mr. Zheng, let's cut to the chase. I'm here this time to ask for your help."

"This……"

Zheng Zhengqiu hesitated a bit: "Mr. Fei, I'm not a stingy person, but we've never met before, and you asked for my help as soon as you came up...I'm just a small editor, I'm afraid I can't help much..."

"Mr. Zheng, I didn't mean that."

Feinan smiled and said, "Actually, I've heard about you, Mr. Zheng. I've seen your filming of Difficult Husband and Difficult Wife, and it's very professional."

Zheng Zhengqiu was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Fei Nan came to him because of the films he made when he was a screenwriter and director at Asia Film Company.

"Oh! Shame, shame!"

Zheng Zhengqiu had a nervous smile on his face, he rubbed his hands nervously, and said with a smile: "It was just some clumsy attempts, it's definitely not professional, Mr. Fei praised it."

Feinan smiled, took out a stack of white papers full of words from the bag beside him, and handed it to Zheng Zhengqiu: "Mr. Zheng, take a look at this first."

Seeing that what he took out were paper and words, Zheng Zhengqiu was relieved a lot. Writing and writing is his old profession, so naturally there is nothing to be afraid of.

After receiving the paper, he scanned it quickly, but couldn't help but let out a gasp.

His expression became much more serious, he held the paper closer and read it word by word.

After reading two pages, his expression became a little agitated, restless.

Suddenly, he covered the paper with his hand, forced himself to look away, took a breath, looked at Fei Nan, and asked late, "Mr. Fei, is this a... script?"

"Yes."

Feinan smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

“Wonderful!”

Zheng Zhengqiu clenched his fists excitedly, looked at him eagerly and asked, "Are you planning to make this script into a movie?"

Feinan nodded: "Yes, I plan to give it to you to shoot, do you want to?"

"This one……"

Zheng Zhengqiu blushed, "Sorry, Mr. Fei, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you."

Feinan explained.

"Not for that reason."

Zheng Zhengqiu shook his head.

"So you don't like the script? You don't like the story?"

"No no no!"

Zheng Zhengqiu hastily explained: "The story is a good one, but... there are so many parts that I can't understand!"

"Where can't you understand?"

"here!"

Zheng Zhengqiu couldn't wait to ask: "I saw that you drew a lot of illustrations and cartoons for the story, why?"

"This is a storyboard, a template used as a reference and basis for shooting." Feinan briefly explained.

"So that's it! Then this painting..."

Zheng Zhengqiu was learning Feinan's language, and asked again: "Then why did the shot jump to the close-up of the boxer's face just after shooting?"

"It's an editing technique designed to highlight the inner anger of the protagonist and make the audience feel more empathetic."

"Clip?"

"Is it a montage?"

"Uh... what's a montage?"

"..."

Zheng Zhengqiu's question was very direct and childish, but it was not his fault.

Although there are already films, they are still at a very early stage, including in Europe and Hollywood, and they are still in the exploratory stage. Many technologies have not yet been invented and figured out. It is normal for Zheng Zhengqiu not to know.

Listening to Fei Nan's explanation, Zheng Zhengqiu eagerly learned these knowledge points, and even ran to the table to get a pen and paper, intending to write down what Fei Nan said.

Feinan's knowledge about shooting also comes from the additional memory brought by attribute values. Although it is a bit scattered, for the current filmmakers, he can already be regarded as a master who is an era ahead.

"Mr. Fei, why do you let the characters talk so much? Do you want to have a separate text screen for each shot? How much film does it take?"

"This is called a line. I don't intend to turn it into a picture. I want the actors to say it."

"Say it? How do you say it?"

"Director Zheng, no one stipulates that movies are not allowed to have sound? We can add sound to the movie! Let the actors speak in the screen, and the audience can hear the sound, isn't that bad?"

Zheng Zhengqiu only felt Tianling Gai's bang, and was immediately enlightened, and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Yes! If you can make the people in the movie talk, that would be too powerful!"

"But……"

He quickly thought of the question again: "But how can the sound be dubbed into the movie? How can there be such a film?"

"No film."

Feinan asked, "Have you ever heard of a phonograph?"

Zheng Zhengqiu nodded, his expression had already begun to become vaguely excited, and he caught a vague inspiration.

"We can place a gramophone on the scene when shooting, record the sound on the film, and run it synchronously with the camera, record the image and sound separately, and then do it synchronously during playback..."

Feinan patiently explained to Zheng Zhengqiu that Edison hadn't invented a movie camera with sound yet, so if he wanted to make a movie with sound, he could only use this clumsy method.

Although it was a stupid method, it also greatly expanded Zheng Zhengqiu's thinking and broke his inherent cognition.

He seemed to see that the door to a new world was slowly opening in front of him.

(End of this chapter)