Wang Xiaoqiang discovered that the luminosity and smoothness of Zhong Ping's skin were completely incomparable to before. Moreover, the changes in Zhong Ping's body were not only reflected in her appearance, but also in her inner youth and vitality. She was very energetic in bed, just like a young woman in her twenties.

This made Wang Xiaoqiang satisfied and Zhong Ping very happy. In the end, the two of them reunited and climbed to the peak of happiness together. Then they fell from the clouds together and slept with satisfaction. After a sleep in satisfaction, it was already afternoon when they woke up. They didn't get up, and they lay there talking. Wang Xiaoqiang asked, "What are Pengcheng's busy with recently?"

Zhong Ping said, "It's his hobby when making a movie."

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Hosts can only be amateurs, and the main business must be put first, and the main and secondary cannot be reversed."

"Oh, the child is grown up, I said he won't listen." Zhong Ping sighed and said helplessly.

"I'll take care of it." Wang Xiaoqiang slapped Zhong Ping's plump and tight buttocks, then got up with his clothes.

"I called him over and have dinner together," Zhong Ping said, stretching out his arms and grabbing his cell phone and calling his son.

That night, Wang Xiaoqiang and his family of three sat at the dinner table for dinner. After drinking a drink with their son, Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Pengcheng, I heard that you are busy making movies recently."

"Yes, Dad, I want to make a big movie, a fantasy movie." After Wang Pengcheng talked about the movie, a hot light radiated in his eyes and immediately started to talk, "It's like Avatar, uh, no, it's a big movie like Lord of the Rings, uh, no, the Rings are Western Fantasy, I want to make an East Fantasy, preferably an East Xianxia, ​​and that three-dimensional picture to give the audience the most realistic visual enjoyment."

"Seeing you like this, you are obsessed with movies, so you plan to regard making movies as your main business in the future," said Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Pengcheng said, "Yes, I have this idea. Dad, mom, you also know that the film and television industry is no longer as good as before. In the past, the film and television industry has a relatively light proportion in all walks of life. Even in our motherland, it is the same. But now it is different. A movie becomes popular and can drive surrounding industries. My idea is that if my big movie becomes popular, all industries under our name can be driven."

"Well, this idea is pretty good." Wang Xiaoqiang said, "But you have to think about it. If a movie becomes popular, it will only be popular for two or three years. Unless you can continue to make popular works, it will only be a hit for a while, not a long-term solution," Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Well, I agree with your father's opinion," said Zhong Ping. "We will still focus our main energy on our supermarket in the future."

Wang Pengcheng nodded and said seriously, "Well, dad, mom, what you said makes sense, but now, I will not give up easily. Do something, you can't give up halfway, otherwise you will be ridiculed. When I started a film and television company, many people were laughing at and criticizing me. Even now, I still live in the eyes of many people and the media, so I have to fight for the breath, at least I have to make a popular movie to prove my strength. Those who laugh at me, I will slap them hard."

"After all, it's a matter of face. You have to be ashamed of face and suffer." Zhong Ping said, shook her head.

"I'm still young, I can lose face, but I'm your son after all. Others laugh at me, but they are actually laughing at you, Dad and Mom, you won't watch others laugh at you, right?" Wang Pengcheng said seriously.

"Hey, you little brat, have us in, too," Wang Xiaoqiang smiled, praising his son's cunning, "Okay, since you say that, then Dad will fulfill your wish and help you fulfill this wish,"

"Tsk, are you omnipotent? I don't believe you can make movies." Zhong Ping stared at Wang Xiaoqiang and smiled.

"You forgot that I could have participated in a movie, but then that drama became popular." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

Zhong Ping thought about it and finally thought that, indeed, Wang Xiaoqiang once acted in a play and became popular for a while. That movie was outstanding in martial arts dramas and was also called the king of kung fu. However, because he quit the film industry, he disappeared.

"Dad, what I want to film is Oriental Fairy, not a martial arts like Jin Yong. The martial arts have long been gone and have been photographed a lot. I don't want to do anything about dogs' farts."

"Tsk, you look down on Chinese Kung Fu," Wang Xiaoqiang glared at his son, "Chinese Kung Fu is profound and profound, and even if it has lasted for a few hundred years, it will not decline. The key is, who will take pictures?"

"Dad, I don't look down on Chinese Kung Fu, but the current movie stunts look better than real Kung Fu and have more commercial value."

"Okay, it's up to you. If you want to shoot fairy tales, Dad will invite you to a fairy," Wang said the truth, but Zhong Ping just treated this sentence as a joke, gave him a look, and said, "You really treat yourself as a omnipotent gentleman."

After hearing his father's words, Wang Pengcheng was stunned. Judging from a battle last night, although his father stood there from beginning to end, his father's strength was far above the psychics. He felt that his father was not just a psychic, but should be an immortal. If his father had a few more fellow Taoists, then this actor would be there, and he would not have a special stunt.

Chinese civilization has been around for thousands of years and has a long history. There are so many myths and stories in it. Therefore, compared with Western fantasy, Eastern fantasy has inherent advantages in internally, but due to lack of technology and sufficient shooting costs, Eastern fantasy movies have always been weaker than Western fantasy.

If you have enough shooting costs and technology, then this problem will be solved. Now, you have money. Wang Pengcheng knows that his father is very rich and has skills. His father directly recruits several immortals to participate in the performance, and there is no need for any special stunts, and it is more realistic than the special stunts.

Thinking of this, Wang Pengcheng felt an excited frenzy in his heart. He stared at his father with his eyes tightly "Dad, thank you."

"You kid is stupid. You believe whatever your father says. Did you hear it wrong?" Zhong Ping said angrily. Of course, she didn't believe that her husband could bring the gods to participate in his son's big movie.

Wang Xiaoqiang gave his son a secret wink and signaled him not to express himself or not to Zhong Ping. Wang Pengcheng immediately remembered what his father told him last night, and quickly pretended to have not heard it and said, "Dad, what did you say just now."

"I said, you want to make a fairy movie. Dad will bring you some immortals here." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Dad Puchi, stop joking," Wang Pengcheng pretended to be very similar, "I'm almost swearing."

The father and son had a tacit understanding, which made Zhong Ping not suspicious. However, at the dinner table, the father and son had reached an agreement, and Wang Xiaoqiang helped his son Wang Pengcheng shoot the Oriental Fantasy movie.
Chapter completed!