Wang Xiaoqiang found that the glow and smoothness of Zhong Ping's skin were incomparable to before, and not only was there a change in Zhong Ping's physical appearance, but also in her inner youth and vitality. She was full of energy in bed, just like a young woman in her twenties.
This not only satisfied Wang Xiaoqiang but also made Zhong Ping very happy. Ultimately, the two harmonized beautifully, reaching the pinnacle of happiness together, then fell from the clouds, and after a satisfying sleep, when they awoke, it was already afternoon. They stayed in bed talking. Wang Xiaoqiang asked, "What's Pengcheng been busy with lately?"
Zhong Ping replied, "Making movies. He says it's his hobby."
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Hobby can only be a hobby, the main profession must be prioritized and not confused."
"Oh, the child is grown up, he doesn't listen to ," Zhong Ping sighed helplessly.
"I'll handle it." Wang Xiaoqiang patted Zhong Ping's full and firm buttocks and then got dressed.
"I'll call him to co over and have dinner together," Zhong Ping said, stretching an arm from under the sheets to grab the phone and call her son.
That night, Wang Xiaoqiang's family of three sat at the dinner table for dinner. After clinking glasses with his son, Wang Xiaoqiang asked, "Pengcheng, I heard you've been busy filming lately?"
"Yes, Dad, I'm going to shoot a major movie, a fantasy movie." Wang Pengcheng spoke with radiant eyes, imdiately getting excited, "Like 'Avatar', no, like 'Demon Ring', uh no, 'Demon Ring' is Western fantasy, I want to shoot Eastern fantasy, preferably that Eastern Immortal Hero type, with a 3D picture, to give audiences the most realistic visual enjoynt..."
"Look at you, obsessed with movies, are you planning to make filming your main profession?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked.
Wang Pengcheng replied, "Yes, I do have that idea. Dad, Mom, you also know, now the film industry is not like before. Previously, the film industry had a lighter weight among various sectors, even dostically in our country. But now it's different; a blockbuster film can drive peripheral industries. My idea is if my major film succeeds, all our industries can be driven..."
"Hmm, that's a good thought," Wang Xiaoqiang said. "But you have to think, if a movie succeeds, the attention may last two or three years at most. Unless you consistently produce hit works, it may just be a temporary excitent and not a long-term strategy..." Wang Xiaoqiang said.
"Hmm, I agree with your father," Zhong Ping said. "Ultimately, we should focus our main energy on our supermarket..."
Wang Pengcheng nodded seriously and said, "Hmm, Dad, Mom, you have valid points, but for now, I'm not going to give up easily. You can't give up halfway when doing sothing, or you'll get laughed at. When I started the film company, many people sneered and criticized . Even now, I live under the scornful eyes of many people and the dia, so I have to fight for dignity, at least make a blockbuster to prove my ability. Those who mocked , I want to slap them hard in the face..."
"In the end, it's a matter of dignity—dying for dignity while living in pain." Zhong Ping said, shaking her head.
"I may be young, but my dignity can be bent. However, I am your son after all. When people mock , they are also mocking you. Dad, Mom, you're not just going to stand by and watch people sneer at you, right?" Wang Pengcheng said earnestly.
"Hey, you cheeky brat, dragging us into it," Wang Xiaoqiang laughed, appreciating his son's cunning. "Alright, since you said that, Dad will fulfill your wish."
"Co on, are you omnipotent? I don't believe you can make movies." Zhong Ping teased Wang Xiaoqiang with a smile.
"Don't forget, I once participated in a movie, and that film beca a hit." Wang Xiaoqiang said.
Zhong Ping thought for a mont and finally rembered, indeed, Wang Xiaoqiang had been in a film once, which was a hit for a while. The film was known for its martial arts scenes and was even called 'King of Kung Fu,' but later, after exiting the film industry, it vanished from the spotlight.
"Dad, I want to shoot Eastern Immortal Hero films, not Jin Yong's martial arts. Martial arts have long been obsolete, long shot to death, crappy stuff, I won't do..."
"Co on, are you looking down on Chinese Kung Fu," Wang Xiaoqiang glared at his son. "Chinese Kung Fu is profound; even after hundreds of years, it won't fade away. The key is, who will make it?"
"Dad, I'm not looking down on Chinese Kung Fu, but now film stunts look better than real Kung Fu and have more comrcial value."
"Alright, up to you, you want to shoot Immortal Hero, Dad will get you so Immortals," Wang Xiaoqiang said, truthfully. But Zhong Ping only took it as a joke, glared at him, and said, "You really think you're Mr. Omnipotent."
Upon hearing his father's words, Wang Pengcheng was suddenly stunned. From last night's battle, although his father stood there unmoving, his father's prowess was far beyond that of superpowered individuals. He thought his father was not just a superpowered individual but more likely an immortal. If his father could bring in a few friends, then there would be actors, and without needing stunts.
Huaxia civilization has thousands of years of history, profound and distant, with countless myth stories. So compared to Western fantasy, Eastern fantasy already has an intrinsic advantage, but lacks technology and sufficient filming costs, making Eastern fantasy films weaker than Western fantasy.
If there's enough filming budget and technology, then this problem can be solved. Now, money is available; Wang Pengcheng knows his father is very wealthy, and the technology is available too. His father directly brought in a few immortals, no need for any stunts, still more realistic than stunts.
Thinking of this, Wang Pengcheng's heart surged with excitent, his eyes fixed on his father, "Dad, thank you."
"You silly child, you believe everything your dad says, did you hear wrong?" Zhong Ping said sarcastically. She certainly didn't believe her husband could bring in immortals to appear in their son's big movie.
Wang Xiaoqiang subtly winked at his son, signaling him not to reveal, not to let Zhong Ping know. Wang Pengcheng imdiately rembered his father's instructions from last night, quickly pretending not to have heard, saying, "Dad, what did you say just now?"
"I said, you want to shoot a major Immortal Hero movie, Dad will bring in a few immortals," Wang Xiaoqiang said.
"Pff... Dad, stop joking," Wang Pengcheng pretended well. "I'm about to spit my food."
The father and son had a great understanding, making Zhong Ping suspicious. However, at the dinner table, the father and son had reached an agreent; Wang Xiaoqiang would help his son Wang Pengcheng shoot the Eastern fantasy movie. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for a recomndation, monthly tickets; your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian for reading.)
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