"...First of all, you have to know that any alien race we design is derived from existing civilizations."
On the set, production designers Ao Luo and Zhao Ziluo were walking and talking - canvases several meters high were piled around them. Various designs are drawn on it.
These were scraps, but Oro did not throw them away.
Because even if it is a scrap manuscript, it has gathered countless inspirations, which may be useful when creating other extraterrestrial civilizations.
This is a very easy-going little old man. His daughter is married to a Chinese, and he has the same enthusiasm for Zhao Ziluo as a fellow countryman.
Zhao Ziluo listened while walking and not only recorded but also took videos.
They walked to a piece of luxurious mecha paintings, and Oro said: "For example, these mechas and buildings are based on the Anluo palace style of the 14th century."
"The Anluo palace style is the most luxurious, and adding some modern machinery to them can lead to different styles... although it was not adopted in the end."
Zhao Ziluo asked curiously: "Why?"
According to him, the designs of these buildings and mechas are very charming, and they look like the protoss of "StarCraft" before time travel.
He had some guesses: it was gorgeous, but it lacked some sense of science fiction.
He feels that this is a very mysterious feeling that should be controlled by the artist himself.
Sure enough, An Luo said: "Their sense of science fiction has weakened... When sailing in the universe, beauty is second, and practicality is first."
"These designs have no practicality and are just a bunch of flashy waste."
This sentence opens the door to a conversation.
An Luo said carefully: "Maybe you think practicality is false, but it does exist."
"This practicality needs to be inferred from our current technology."
"For example, how do you escape from the first cosmic speed? What is the highest technology in the world currently?"
"What shape does it adopt? What is the general principle? How much fuel should be brought? What fuel is currently used? What may be used?"
"How big is the fuel storage area? Is it designed to be external or internal? What are the consequences?"
Zhao Ziluo suddenly realized.
Just now, he thought it was up to the art director to control it, but when someone else told him he was wrong.
Everything is traceable.
Adding wings of fantasy to reality seems to be the future, but the core is indeed the current cutting-edge technology.
"Details!" An Luo rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Everything is a detail!"
"If you look at such a big set, the scenery used this time is 163 million. But in fact, the materials used for the scenery are only 60 million."
"The other 100 million were spent on various discussions with the National Space Administration and professors - believe me, they definitely have more science fiction ideas in their heads than you!"
"Continuously create, overturn, redo, and finalize according to their vision!"
"All races in Star Wars were set up several years ago. It was only completed recently because it requires so many steps!"
Zhao Ziluo was thoughtful.
learned.
You really can’t rush science fiction.
It is precisely because Mason has been sharpening his sword for several years that he can set the details in place.
However, he was also self-aware and had no intention of choosing difficult films such as The Three-Body Problem and The Wandering Earth.
Just when the two of them were talking passionately, his phone suddenly rang.
"Teacher...did you forget that the Starry Ceremony will start tomorrow night?"
Lin Dong's voice was leisurely and not urgent at all.
But in Zhao Ziluo's ears, it was like a heavy hammer!
Damn it!
I really forgot!
"Wait a minute...have you finished practicing the song?"
Norbu Dolma's patient voice came from the phone: "Teacher, the song we prepared for the opening ceremony was originally the song used at the end of the Ascension to the Gods. It has been practiced for half a year."
Zi...this is what it is
Is it called gentle harshness?
Zhao Ziluo's face turned red: "Okay, I'll come over in the afternoon and buy the tickets first."
"Teacher, it's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and we have bought the tickets."
Not a word of it urged him, but every word of it pointed at him.
"……I am coming over now."
"Teacher, we are waiting for you at the door."
Even he felt embarrassed when he hung up the phone.
I quickly talked to Mason, and when I arrived at the door, the Changqi Band was already waiting there.
"I really forgot!" he said as he got into the car.
Lin Dong drove the car and didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, the teacher is busy with work. We are not in a hurry."
Afraid that Zhao Ziluo would misunderstand, he quickly said: "There's really no rush!"
"Although the teacher often forgets things, writes songs and forgets to post them, and leaves us alone."
Zhao Ziluo coughed lightly: "You can just say but."
Norbu Dolma smiled and said, "But if one of our songs is enough, others can enjoy it for the rest of their lives."
"We have more than a dozen!"
Lin Dong sighed: "To be honest, I never thought about buying a ranch. Meeting a teacher is really the luckiest thing."...
Brush... At nine o'clock in the evening, the plane stopped at Virden Airport.
As soon as he got off the plane, Zhao Ziluo took a deep breath.
Big change!
The whole Virden is decorated with lights and all light pollution is on! The words "Celebration of Stars" were woven into the air.
Banners were hung in the air pulled by airships, and there were even private planes dropping flyers in the air!
Crowds of people!
There are people everywhere! Fans from all companies are overwhelming! There were countless reporters blocking the door. As soon as they appeared, they were immediately surrounded.
"Is this Teacher Kong Fang?" A reporter rushed over with a microphone in hand. But when these words appeared, the reporters behind them rushed over like sharks that smelled blood!
"Teacher Kong Fang! Are you here for revenge this time?"
"Teacher, as the Asia-Pacific three-star music god, will you still take the long steps to become a god?"
"Teacher! What do you think of the last surveillance under the National Security Law?"
"Teacher! Can we hear the last song you prepared for ascending to the gods this time? We are so curious!"
The airport entrance was instantly crowded, and the fans outside were stunned.
But they knew that a big boss must be here!
"Who? Who's here!" A young black man with curly hair looked at the door excitedly: "Is it Xia Lingling? Or Andy?"
"I heard that Teacher Kong Fang has arrived!"
"Kong Fang?! og! The author of "needyouno" and "lovetheayyoulies"? I love his songs so much!!" Kanshu La
"Let's go! Go and have a look! This guy is never in Xilu!!"
Some authors who were passing by saw their eyes red.
"I'm so envious..." A gold-medal writer gathered his scarf and said with emotion: "Two songs have blown up the music scene in Western China... He is the opponent I least expect to meet, but damn, this time it was random. Draw lots!"
The author next to him also lamented: "We know too little about him. But from the works he published, his strength seems to be no less than that of several big guys in the Muse Alliance."
"Let's go! Let's go to the church and pray first. I hope we can go further."
Looking at the long guns and short cannons in front of them, the few battle-hardened people showed no signs of weakness. Instead, they guided everyone not to block the door and gave up a space before accepting the interview.
All the cameras are focused on Zhao Ziluo - in Xilu, the birthplace of modern entertainment, they know more about the author's gold content!
Zhao Ziluo smiled and waved, and after murdering countless films, he smiled and said: "I have no idea of ascending to the level of a god."
A reporter immediately asked: "Teacher, aren't you scared?"
"Yes! There are many Western continent music gods who are looking forward to meeting you.
Fighting! "
"We also really hope to see your outstanding performance!"
Zhao Ziluo shrugged: "It's been too long."
He is now eager to absorb the knowledge of science fiction movies, so how can he be in the mood to pay attention to the list again?
And I've already walked through it once, and the gold content is... just like that.
One sentence.
I don't care!
"Also, the last song about the Naga Step to the Gods will be sung by the Nagaki Band on the day of the opening ceremony!"
"As for the National Security Law...well, I understand everything."
After answering the reporter in a few words, he was about to leave when a reporter suddenly shouted: "Teacher! This is a music festival in Xilu. How did you get the qualification?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent for a moment.
Not to mention the reporters, even the onlookers outside opened their mouths and looked at each other as if they were seeing ghosts.
"Are you deliberately trying to get in trouble with a Samsung Music God?" A fan murmured, "Is he a reporter from the Entertainment Association?"
Zhao Ziluo just glanced at him lightly and smiled.
No need to guess, Jason has many off-the-beaten-track moves.
He was the one who sent people to the hospital and burned the "My Girlhood" crew.
Still missing this?
"Because I am a special guest." Zhao Ziluo said calmly: "Rongsen Group specially invited... Also, who told you that this is the Xilu Festival?"
"Besides, haven't you always said that art has no borders?"
"What? It's not enough to impose a national security law first, and now you want to directly exclude me from the competition?"
"Okay." He patted his suit and said nonchalantly, "I'm leaving now."
"But I guarantee that you, the people behind you, and all the singers in related companies will never have the opportunity to enter the Chinese market!"
As soon as this sentence came out, all the reporters took a breath.
So fresh!
Too strong!
Isn’t it said that all Asian-Pacific people are modest?
How come this Kong Fang... saw the other party showing a dagger, and he just pulled out his gun?
As if he understood their gazes, Zhao Ziluo sneered and said, "Do you think the previous Asia-Pacific music gods were very kind? Just ask me a question?"
"That's because they hope to integrate into the Western Continent."
"I'm different."
He pointed to the ground: "I know exactly where my level is."
"I don't need to cater to anyone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the reporter who had just asked the question gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "Teacher Kong Fang looks down on the Xilu music scene?"
"No, I respect the Xilu music scene very much!" Zhao Ziluo said, "But the championship belongs to me."
Suddenly, the sound of snapping photos resounded!
The reporters were almost crazy with excitement!
This kind of trouble-seeking music god is so cute!
If you have status, you are not afraid of trouble!
They even thought of headlines!
