For a film, the shooting order was often not carried out according to the normal progression of the plot.
It was possible that today they filmed the ending, where the protagonist finally brought the villain to justice.
Tomorrow, they might film the middle portion, with everyone happily gathering for a meal.
But for Director Luo Chuan, who did not even qualify as an amateur, he felt that if they really did that, the entire film would not be far from collapsing altogether.
And aside from him, the director, the other members of the film crew were much the same.
So it was better to film steadily according to the normal progression of the plot.
Of course, some scenes also needed to be postponed slightly. After all, they could not run all over the place just for a few shots.
Fortunately, there was the Magic Phone, a filming tool practically equivalent to a cheat device, which directly solved most of the problems related to filming.
The second installment of Qichuan's Voice had come to a perfect close, and it had also shown the people of this world an extremely unusual form of advertising.
Luo Chuan felt that this world's information age was probably not far off.
An information age in fantasy mode—just thinking about it was exciting.
"Bu Lige, how did it feel?"
After Qichuan's Voice ended, Bu Shiyi sent Bu Lige a message on the Magic Phone.
"Not good at all! I'm definitely not coming tomorrow!"
Bu Lige replied quickly. From the words alone, Bu Shiyi could tell what kind of mood he was in.
Bu Shiyi could not help laughing and continued messaging him.
"How can that work? If you don't come, who will host Qichuan's Voice?"
"I don't care. Whoever wants to host it can do it. It