"What kind of client has no demands? Even if you do an excellent job, as the client, I still have to make some demands. Otherwise, wouldn't I be a client for nothing?"
Andrew said righteously. King of Abilities was speechless. It would truly be a waste of talent if Andrew did not become a capitalist.
In the Fantastic Four World, Dr. Reed and Doctor Doom had already finished the script. Dr. Reed hesitated a little. "This script has comedy, action, passion, and romance, but isn't it a little too cluttered?
Will audiences like it? Shouldn't we make it simpler? The movies at the top of the box office charts are all relatively simple popcorn films."
"Rewrite as we film, and edit it at the end."
Doctor Doom said, "I'll handle the editing myself. I'll definitely cut it into a wonderful movie."
"Shouldn't that be left to professionals?" Dr. Reed asked in astonishment.
"What do you know? Aside from a very small number of major directors, most Hollywood directors do not have editing rights. Usually, producers or others are responsible for editing."
Doctor Doom spoke with the air of someone who knew what he was talking about. "Being too professional can make the plot too profound, unsuitable for audiences. Forget it, let's not talk about that. I prepared a batch of clones to play corpses once the big show begins.
There can't be a massive disaster where no one dies, right? That would be far too unrealistic."
Dr. Reed looked at Doctor Doom and smiled. "You really aren't the Doctor Doom of our universe. I never expected there to be such a benevolent Victor Doom in another universe."
"That's because you never understood Victor Doom."
Doctor Doom snorted. Though he was a villain, the people in his country lived very well—he