After the Full Level of the Profession

"No!" The Queen's voice raised an octave.

"Obviously he's fat." Robb said, "I stand up and I'll see if my waist and legs have gotten thicker."

"How can I show it to you?" The Queen sneered: "Do you think I am the fashion model of the Cotton family?"

"Wow!" Rob was amused: "Understood, do you have one hundred and fifty pounds?"

Queen: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

She jumped up and showed her perfect figure in front of the crystal ball, and spun around to show Robb her slender waist, but the legs under the princess dress were not shown to Robb. : "Look for yourself, how can I look like a person who weighs 150 pounds? I am only 98 pounds, 98! My height, 98 pounds, is perfect."

Well, Miss Queen is almost 1.7 meters tall, and 98 pounds is not too heavy. However, she was only 96 a few days ago, and if you push it forward, she is actually only 94... ... Of course, this kind of thing is not very human. No one knows that Miss Queen is gaining two pounds every so often. Even if she runs wildly and exercises, she can't control it.

Robb spread his hands, woman, just one sentence made her jump up and show it to herself, and she just said that she would not be a fashion model.

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore." Robb smiled: "It's not too early, I still have something important to do, so you should be busy preparing for the new movie."

"Yeah!" The Queen said, "I'm going to write a moving story, and make a movie that is more popular than your "Lord of the Rings". I want to get all the money I made this time, and I don't need to give it to you. divided."

Rob was delighted: "Come on!"

Hang up the phone...

Robb turned his head and said to Marianne, who was still working on the two-dimensional equation next to him: "Have you heard what I said to Her Majesty the Queen just now?"

Marianne nodded: "I heard it clearly."

Robb said: "Aren't you going to play and make movies? It's very profitable!"

Marianne smiled and shook her head: "I thought about it when you guys were chatting just now, everyone in my family is a businessman full of copper smells, not romantic enough, lacking artistic cells, I'm afraid it's not suitable for us to make movies, but opening The cinema is quite in line with my dad's business philosophy, we may open another 'Cotton Movie City' on Bright Road, but the filming thing will not be mixed."

"Would you like to take the cinema route? That's fine!" Robb laughed. "Well, your sentence of 'lack of artistic talent' just woke me up. Maybe, there is one person who is very suitable for making movies."

Marianne asked, "Who?"

Robb clapped his hands: "Sofa, please go to the elf village and invite the elf elder. Doesn't this old man claim to be good at literature and poetry? He must be very artistic, so call him to write the script, Make a movie, I'll watch him do it."

Sofa, who has always been informal, couldn't help laughing: "Godfather, you don't even spare a nine-hundred-year-old man, you have to drag them down a crooked road?"

"Crooked road? Why is this called crooked road!" Robb said, "Movies are great art!"

Chapter 527 Don't Interrupt My Discussion of Art

The elf elders are here. Although it is already late, the elves do not mind moving at night. Among the high elves, there is also a tribe of elves that specialize in moving at night, so they are also called night elves.

The nine-hundred-year-old old man seemed very excited and excited. As soon as he arrived in front of Robb, he said impatiently: "Great Druid, I heard from your maid, you want to invite me to do literature and art. creation?"

Robb couldn't help but rejoice: look at how happy the old man is! Beating the army of monsters, eating delicious cakes, taking a train, and so many wonderful things, did not make this old man happy like this. Now I want to ask him to write something, why is he like this? Sure enough, the most proud ability of the elves is literature and poetry?

"Sir, don't get excited yet." Robb said, "The script I want to ask you to write is not a literary and artistic creation. There are still some differences between it and poetry, novels, and literature."

"Oh?" The elf elder stroked his white beard: "What's the difference?"

Robb: "The difference is that the script is used to make a movie. The dialogue should be written in the most plain, close-to-the-character's usual tone of voice, and not in the style of those high-level poems and novels."

The elf elder said "hey": "That is to say, you have to write market slang, right? Wouldn't that be very cheap? Oh, if I don't write, I don't write, all I want to write is noble literature, and what I want to write is very profound. How can you write such superficial stuff."

Robb put on a serious face and began to flicker: "Sir, you are wrong about this idea! Don't you think you can't express something profound by using market slang?"

The elf elder shook his head: "I don't think so!"

"Well, let me give you an example."

Robb began to tell stories: "Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to live in a big house since he was a child, so he worked hard to make money, and finally made money to buy a big house. Although he was very happy to have a new house, he earned He ran out of money and lived in a big empty house with no money to spend, which made him feel very distressed."

Elder Elf said: "What's so strange about this story? It's very low-end."

"What's the panic, I haven't finished talking yet." Robb continued: "So, this person decided to make money again, he made it, he made it, he made it, and he made a mountain of gold coins, so he put these gold coins. He piled it up in his own house, filling every corner of the house, but he didn't even have a place to stay... So he sat on the balcony every day."

Robb pointed to a mansion in the distance. The elf elder turned on his reconnaissance technique and saw that it was Baron Noren's house. At this time, Baron Noren was sitting on the balcony watching the stars, looking very lonely and seeking defeat.

The elf elder said, "Is it the story of Baron Norren?"

"No!" Robb said, "I just saw Baron Noren on the balcony, so I used him as an example. Did you hear anything from this story?"

The elf elder thought about it seriously, and suddenly seemed to understand something: "Oh, I understand! This man made money to buy a big house, but after buying a big house, he made money and piled up the house, but he still didn't have a big house. He can only live on the balcony, so what's the use of making money? Philosophy! It's so philosophical! It's a great story, full of room for imagination."

Robb was secretly happy: Philosophy is a ghost! I'm just talking nonsense, nonsense! It's up to you how you understand it.

Elder Elf said: "I fully understand now, even with simple and easy-to-understand words, I can describe a profound theme, hahaha, I can definitely write such a story, and then I use the profound story I wrote. The story goes into a movie, right?"

"That's right! That's it." Robb said, "However, don't really write the kind of story I just told. Ordinary audiences can't understand it. Only an artist like you can understand it."

The elf elder was praised, and was immediately overjoyed. He was much happier to be praised as a master of art than to praise him for his magical combat skills. He shook his head and said, "Of course, how can ordinary people understand art like me."

"That's why..." Robb said in a long voice, "I suggest that when you write stories, you should focus on love stories. Romantic love stories are the most convenient to carry deep, direct touches to people's hearts, don't you think? ?"

The elf elder nodded: "Yes! The Great Druid is right, and I also think love stories are the best. I'll go back and write a love story, and then try to make it into a movie, haha, I even have a little idea. Now, the name of this story is "Love in the Forest"."

Robb gave him a thumbs up: "Come on!"

The old man walked away happily, and while he was walking, he was still thinking about the beautiful and touching love story he was about to write. But he didn't care at all, physical pain would not hinder spiritual prosperity.

The next morning, just after dawn, the elf elder came up with a long story. At such an old age, he actually stayed up late to write a love story. Even if he was an elf, he couldn’t bear it. Eye circles, it looks very strange.

However, when a human being does something he likes, no matter how tired his body is, his spirit is still very strong. He actually ran to Robb's church yard early in the morning and sat across from the stone table waiting for Robb. Bai gets up.

As soon as Robb came out and sat down on the stone chair, the old man took out his script and explained it blah blah blah, until he got Robb's affirmation, and he happily said: "Do you think this can be filmed? "

"Yes!" Although Robb felt that the story written by this guy was a bit old-fashioned, he estimated that people in this era would not mind. After all, movies are new things, and even trash movies will be enjoyed by everyone.

The elf elder smiled and said: "Then I will go to prepare the actors now, find the most beautiful elf girl, the most handsome elf boy, and shoot the most poignant love story..."

The elf elder just said this, suddenly a dragon eagle knight flew over in the sky and landed next to the two of them, urgently reporting: "Great Druid, elder, I found a small group of wolf cavalry in the forest six miles away. , how to deal with it?"

The elf elder turned his head and slapped the Dragon Eagle Knight on the head with a cane: "Take care of this kind of trifle by yourself, don't interrupt my discussion of art."

Dragon Eagle Knight: "..."

Chapter 528 The Daughter of the Minister of the Palace is here again

The Dragon Eagle Knight was bullied, and he called a small team of elf archers aggrieved and went to pack up the wolf cavalry.

The elf elder went to gather actors and prepare magic props.

Robb was eating breakfast when he suddenly saw a burst of purple light rippling from the portal behind the church. Then, several guards jumped out of it. After confirming that it was safe, they saluted Robb, and then one of them One went back to the door.

After dozens of seconds, the guard walked through the portal with a beautiful woman, the daughter of the Minister of the Palace.