After the full level of all professions

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

"Obviously it is fat." Robb said: "I stand up and see if the waist and legs are thick."

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

"Wow!" Robbile said, "Understood, do you have one hundred and fifty catties?"

Queen: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

She brushed the floor and jumped up, showing her perfect figure in front of the crystal ball, and spinning around to show Robb her slender waist, but the legs under the princess's dress were not shown to Robb. "Look at it for yourself, how do I look like a person weighing one hundred and fifty catties? I am obviously only ninety-eight catties, ninety-eight! My height, 98 catties, is perfect."

Okay, Miss Queen is almost 1.7 meters tall. This height of ninety-eight catties is really not that heavy. However, a few days ago she was obviously only ninety-six, and if she pushed forward to the sky, she was actually only ninety-four... …Of course, this kind of thing is not enough for outsiders. No one knows that Miss Queen is growing two catties every once in a while, even if she runs wildly and exercises, she can’t control it.

Robb stretched his hands, woman, a word made her jump up and show it to herself, just now she said she didn't want to be a fashion model.

"Well, I won't talk to you embarrassingly." Robb smiled and said, "It's not too early. I have important things to do. You should also go busy preparing for a new movie."

"Yeah!" said the queen: "I will write a moving story and make a movie that is more popular than your "Lord of the Rings". I will get all the money I make this time without giving it to you. Divide."

Robb was happy: "Come on!"

Hang up...

Robb turned his head to Marian, who was still working on the two-dimensional quadratic equation, and said: "You heard what I said just now to Her Majesty the Queen, right?"

Marianne nodded: "I heard everything 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 were chatting just now. Everyone in my family is a stinky businessman. They are not romantic enough and lack artistic quality. I'm afraid that making movies is not suitable for us. The movie theater is in line with my dad’s business philosophy. We may open another'Cotton Cinema City' on the Bright Road, but the filming will not be mixed."

"Are you going to take the theater line? That's OK!" Robb smiled: "Well, your phrase "lack of artistic cells" just now woke me up. Maybe there is someone who is very suitable for making movies."

Marian asked: "Who?"

Robb clapped his hands: "Sofa, can you please go to the Elf Village and invite the Elf Elder over here. Doesn't this old man claim to be good at literature and poetry? The art cell is sure to leverage, so he called him to write the script. I watch him make a movie."

Sofa, who has always laughed freely, couldn't help but laughed: "Godfather, you don't even let the 900-year-old man go, do you have to drag people down the crooked road?"

"Crooked Road? How is this called Crooked Road!" Robb said, "Movies are great art!"

Chapter 527 I'm Sorry

Elf elders are here. Although it is late now, the elves don’t mind moving at night. There is also a tribe of elves among the high elves who specialize in operating at night, so it is also called night elves.

This nine-hundred-year-old man seemed very excited and excited now. As soon as he arrived in front of Robb, he said impatiently: "Archdruid, I heard your maid say that you want to invite me to perform literature and art. creation?"

Robb couldn't help being amused: Look at this old man's joy!Beating the army of monsters, eating delicious cakes, riding the train, so many wonderful things, did not make this old man happy. Now I want to ask him to write something, what happened to him?Sure enough, are the elves proud of literature and poetry?

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

"Oh?" Elf elder stroked his white beard: "Where is the difference?"

Robb: "The difference is that the script is used to make the movie. The dialogue should be written in the most plain, close to the character's usual tone. You can't use the modes of tall poems and novels."

The elder elder said "Hey": "That is to say, you have to write market slang, right? Isn't that a low price? Alas, if you don't write or write, all I want to write is noble literature, what I want to write is very profound How can you write that kind of superficial stuff."

Robb put on a serious face and began to flicker: "Old sir, your idea is wrong! Don't you think that you can't express profound things in common slang?"

Elder Elder shook his head: "I don't think it can be!"

"Well then, let me give you an example."

Robb began to tell the story: "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 bought a big house. Although he was very happy to have a new house, he made money. He ran out of money, living in a big empty house, but no money to spend, which made him feel very distressed."

The elder elder said: "What's so strange about this story? Very low-end."

"What a panic, I haven't finished talking yet." Robb continued, "So this man decided to make money again. He made money, he made money, he made money, and he earned back piles of gold coins, so he took these gold coins They were piled up in his own house, and piled up in 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 the home of Baron Noren. At this time, Baron Noren was sitting on the balcony and looking at the stars, looking like a lonely person seeking defeat.

The elder said: "Is it the story of Baron Noren?"

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

Elder Elf thought about it seriously, and suddenly seemed to understand something: "Oh, I understand! This man makes money to buy a big house, but after buying a big house, he makes money and piles up the house, but he still has no big house. Live, and can only stay on the balcony, so what's the use of making money? Philosophy! Too philosophical! This is a great story, full of imaginable space."

Robb's secret music: Philosophy is a ghost!I just talk nonsense, nonsense!Anyway, how you understand it is your business.

The elder elder said: "Now I fully understand. Even with plain and easy-to-understand text, I can describe profound themes. Hahaha, I can definitely write such a story. Then, I will use the profound Make the story into a movie, right?"

"Yes, yes! That's it." Robb said, "But, don't really write the kind of story I just told. The average audience can't understand it. Only an artist like you can understand it."

The Elf Elder was praised, and he was immediately overjoyed. Being praised as a master of art is much happier than boasting about his magical combat skills. He shook his head and said: "Of course, how can ordinary people understand art like I do."

"So..." Robb dragged a long note: "I suggest that when you write a story, you should focus on love stories. Romantic love stories are the most convenient way to carry deep, direct points to people’s inner touch. Don’t you think ?"

The elder nodded: "Yes! The Archdruid makes sense, and I think the love story is the best. I will go back and write a love story and try to make it into a movie. Haha, I even have a little idea. Now, the name of this story is "Forest Love"."

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

The old man left happily, and while he was walking, he was thinking about the beautiful and touching love story he was about to write. He was too engrossed. He fell on the way up the mountain and the boss fell out of his head. But he didn't care at all, physical pain would not hinder spiritual prosperity.

The next morning, just before dawn, the Elf Elder came up with a long story. At such an age, he actually stayed up late to write a love story. Even if he was an Elf, he couldn’t hold it anymore. It looks very strange because of eye circles.

However, when people do things they like, no matter how tired their body is, their spirits are also very vigorous. He actually ran into Robb’s church yard early in the morning and sat on the opposite side of the stone table waiting for Luo. Bai got up.

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

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

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

Just as the elder elves said this, a dragon hawk rider flew over in the sky and landed beside them, reporting urgently: "Archdruid, elder, I found a small group of wolf cavalry moving in the forest six miles away. , How do you deal with it?"

The elder elder turned his head and hit the dragonhawk knight's head with a crutches: "Take care of this small mess by yourself, don't interrupt me discussing art."

Dragon Hawk Rider: "..."

Chapter 528 The Palace Secretary's Daughter Is Here Again

The dragon hawk knight was bullied and called a small group of elven archers aggrievedly to pack up the wolf cavalry.

Elder elders go to Zhang Luo actor to prepare magic props.

Robb was eating breakfast. Suddenly he saw a purple light shining from the portal behind the church. Then, several guards jumped out from inside. After they confirmed the safety of this side, they bowed to Robb. One person returns to the door.

After dozens of seconds, the guard brought a beautiful woman through the portal and walked over, who was the daughter of the minister of palace affairs.