funbook-pk Chapter 339 presents the script for "The Wandering Earth," stunning Hollywood.
Chapter 339 presents the script for "The Wandering Earth," stunning Hollywood.
A gentle breeze rustled through the sunroom of Xishan Manor.
Lin Zhou leaned back comfortably in his leather armchair, a thick stack of manuscripts in front of him.
Director Martin had just gotten off the plane and, still jet-lagged, was sitting upright across from me.
His eyes still held a hint of the caution and lingering arrogance befitting a world-class director.
It wasn't until Lin Zhou tapped the table with his long, slender fingers that the script was pushed in front of him.
The script cover is simple, yet it exudes a suffocating sense of heaviness.
Five large, gilded characters gleamed in the afternoon sun—"The Wandering Earth".
Martin subconsciously stroked the rough cardboard, his fingertips trembling slightly.
He eagerly turned to the first page.
After looking at it for less than three minutes, his slightly stiff posture completely collapsed, and he was almost pressed against the paper.
"Taking the Earth... on a journey?"
Martin, his voice hoarse, suddenly looked up at Lin Zhou.
"Lin, you're insane! This is suicidal romance!"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with unprecedented fervor.
"In the Western logic, when faced with the end of the world, one should build an ark and flee one's home."
"And you, you actually intend to take an entire planet, across light-years, to find a new sun?"
Lin Zhou casually picked up the cup of tea beside him and slowly blew away the foam.
"This is the Eastern narrative."
"The land is our root. Even if we die, we will take our home with us."
"Stephen said we only make bad movies, and that our special effects are like slideshows."
"Then I will use this grand scale, which his barren brain cannot comprehend, to completely shatter his prejudice."
Martin continued scrolling down.
He saw thousands of planetary engines standing like a miracle on the ice field.
He saw Jupiter's enormous red eye coldly watching the escaped pebble.
He witnessed generations of people in the underground city dedicating their lives to that unattainable dawn.
Every word in the script feels like it carries physical weight, pressing heavily on the reader's heart.
At this point, Martin had completely shed his airs as a famous director.
The way he looked at Lin Zhou was as if he were looking at a creator from the future.
"If this script could be filmed with the rendering effects you showed me before..."
"The Hollywood formula of individual heroism and savior stories will become worthless."
"This will be a true epic in the history of human cinema."
The news spread like wildfire.
The Lin Group invested billions, with director Martin personally directing the film, and Su Qingge taking the lead role in a crossover production.
The combination of these three words caused a shockwave in Hollywood more terrifying than the atomic bomb.
Even worse, Lin Zhou only posted a sketch of the script's inner pages on social media.
It was a scene of Earth, emitting pale blue plasma beams, moving forward alone in the pitch-black space.
The caption was just one sentence: "Home must be taken away in its complete state."
In less than 24 hours, the threshold for Chinese-language films was completely trampled by foreign dignitaries.
Those top Hollywood actors and actresses who are usually worshipped by fans are now putting aside their egos.
Some even went so far as to take a transoceanic private jet just to make an appearance at the audition held by the Lin family.
"Mr. Lin, I can work for free, and I can even bring my own investment to join the production."
"I only need to play a small role in that transport vehicle, even if it's just two lines, even if I have to wear a helmet the whole time and not show my face."
A top star who had just won the Oscar for Best Actor acted as if he were dirt humble in front of Lin Zhou.
This isn't casting actors; it's practically handing out tickets to the future temple of cinema.
Even Collins, one of the most acerbic film critics, went mad in his column after reading the first three chapters of the draft through special channels.
He posted "God" more than a dozen times on social media, and then fell into a long silence.
"After reading it, I felt that all the so-called science fiction films I had watched in the first half of my life had become child's play farces."
"That sense of sacrifice, so tragic and magnificent, that belongs to the East, made me want to kneel down before the screenwriter on the spot."
"The center of the film industry is really about to change hands."
Lin Zhou remained quite indifferent to these compliments.
He was busy in the temporary computer room in Xishan, giving Su Qingge special training in gravity simulation operation.
"Have you looked at all the resumes those foreigners sent you?"
Su Qingge, dressed in a smart special flight suit, walked out of the simulator, wiping away sweat.
"Old Chen is handling it. I heard that several actors who play superheroes are vying for the role of the porter."
Lin Zhou sneered and helped his wife tidy her somewhat messy long hair.
"Let them fight it out. In this film, apart from Qingge, no one is the absolute protagonist."
"The protagonist is this sphere that carries five thousand years of civilization and is heading towards the stars and the sea."
As the days went by, the film's preparations entered their final stage.
Those Western film critics who had initially hoped to see a joke were collectively silenced the moment they saw the trailer.
That was the brilliant blue light emitted by the planetary engine, illuminating the entire Himalayas.
That was Earth darting through Jupiter's atmosphere amidst the gravitational waves.
The realism of the visual effects created a suffocating sense of immersion for everyone.
This impact reached its peak on the day the film was released globally.
After the screening, managers from various cinema chains practically scrambled to the scheduling room.
They smelled the scent of money, but even more so, they sensed the terrifying impending change of an era.
"Cut all of Stephen's superhero sequels!"
"Give it the maximum screening rate! This isn't just a movie, it's a miracle!"
So, that winter, a terrifying phenomenon occurred in cinemas around the world.
Looking at the film schedule, almost all of them are that pale blue dot.
The screening rate reached an unprecedented 90%.
Whether it's bustling Los Angeles or a remote European town.
Everyone is talking about the phrase: "Ignite Jupiter."
After the box office results for the first day of the movie were released, Old Chen's fingers were trembling as he held the tablet.
He walked into the living room and looked at Lin Zhou, who was playing with a toy spaceship with Lin An, his tone extremely excited.
"Young Master! It's exploded! A simultaneous global explosion!"
"That old guy Stephen, I heard he had a heart attack halfway through the premiere and had to be carried out."
"His film's opening day screenings have been reduced to less than one percent; it's not even considered cannon fodder."
Lin Zhou didn't even look up, patiently teaching his son how to install batteries in the spaceship model.
"That's normal. In the face of an absolute dimensional attack, any resistance is futile."
"Tell Martin to get his dress ready for the awards ceremony; this Grammy is just an appetizer."
"Our little An'an is almost one year old, and I want to get him an Oscar statuette as a toy for his first birthday celebration."
Su Qingge walked over and chuckled softly.
"You're getting more and more arrogant. Do you think you can just take an Oscar like that?"
"What others can't get, but what I, Lin Zhou, give to my son, even God has to give me face."
Lin Zhou stood up, casually pulled Su Qingge into his arms, and looked out at the night view.
There, the global wave of cinematic fever is sweeping across every inch of land.
This is not just a victory for the film.
This marks the first time that Chinese-language civilization has made such a proud and assertive leap towards the world in the mainstream commercial culture sphere.
"Daddy, look! The spaceship is flying!"
Lin An grabbed the model and, imitating the way it looked in the movie, let out a childish cheer.
Lin Zhou lowered his head and kissed his son's forehead, his eyes filled with the confidence of someone who could rule over all things.
"Yes, we're not only going to take Earth on a journey, but also to take it to conquer the stars."
Inside the banquet hall, the telephones rang incessantly, all from foreign conglomerates seeking cooperation.
Even some media outlets that once vehemently criticized Chinese-language films are now busy deleting their articles.
They became incredibly attentive out of fear.
"Old Chen, tell those guys you want to talk about cooperation?"
"First, teach them how to write apology letters in Chinese."
"If you can't write well, the Lin Group will take over your global publishing business for life."
"Understood, young master, I'll go and reply to them right away."
"Wait, isn't there an ending that director Martin hasn't finished editing?"
He said he'd bring the rough cut over tomorrow for your approval.
Lin Zhou looked out the window.
"No need. Just tell him I trust his taste."
"All I need to do is make him understand who the true master of this starry sky is."
"You're right, aren't you, Qingge?"