Chapter 564: Time Weekly wants to interview Lin Mo? As the cover figure?

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Lin Mo pushed open the meeting room door, and the team that had been discussing fell silent in an instant.

"Director Lin!"

Everyone stood up and shouted.

Lin Mo sat in the main seat, then pressed down his hand and said, "Sit!"

This time, the assistant director of Robots is Chen Xing.

He is also making his first animated film, with little experience.

Earlier, after learning that the boss had assigned him to be the assistant director of Robots, Chen Xing went to brush up on some knowledge about the subsequent animation filming.

Although he had studied animation principles and storyboard drawing in school...

but he had long forgotten all of it.

Of course.

Besides Chen Xing.

Lin Mo also specially asked Lao Wang for a talent.

Lao Wang, his old mentor, is now the vice president of Shanghai Theatre Academy.

His junior's major is animation direction, the kind who can personally modify models.

As for the other team members, basically none of them were from the team he used for his previous live-action films.

Like his regular cinematographer Xiao Li, who is now helping the company film other movies.

"What were you just discussing? I heard it outside—you were arguing so fiercely!"

After sitting down, Lin Mo looked at them and asked.

Upon hearing this, his junior, namely animation director Yang Sheng, hurriedly said, "Director Lin, Director Chen and I were discussing WALL·E's garbage‑collecting motion..."

Beside him, Chen Xing was not idle either; he quickly pulled up an animation clip, saying, "The Technical Group says we should use a standard robotic‑arm motion, but we all feel it's too stiff!"

Isn't that right?

No matter how you look at it, it just isn't coordinated.

Lin Mo merely glanced at the screen and gave the answer: "This is simple—change it like this." Saying that, he casually picked up a bottled water from the meeting table and imitated WALL·E's motion: "It should have that clumsy yet earnest feeling, like..."

Saying that, Lin Mo seemed to think of something.

He took out his phone, opened a video, and played for everyone a clip he had recorded of Nuan Nuan eating.

In the video.

It showed Re Ba teaching Nuan Nuan how to eat with a spoon, and the result...

This little guy kept trying, trying, and ended up with his whole face covered.

"Exactly!"

Yang Sheng saw this, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed, "That's exactly the vibe—so cute and lovable, so adorably clumsy!"

The meeting had lasted about an hour and a bit.

Seeing that the discussion was nearly done, Lin Mo glanced at his watch and said, "Let's go eat first; we'll continue this afternoon!"

The group headed toward the cafeteria, and from afar they could hear Song Wanwan's chattering.

Lin Mo had just entered the cafeteria when Song Wanwan spotted him right away, hopping over like a little rabbit: "Brother! This place is so cool!" She gestured animatedly, saying, "I just saw a computer that can draw by itself, and a bodysuit that can capture motion!"

"Those are a drawing tablet and a motion‑capture suit." Lin Mo corrected her helplessly, then took the tray Liu Qin handed over.

"Anyway, it's totally awesome!" Song Wanwan clung to Lin Mo's arm, her eyes sparkling.

Next, this girl chatted excitedly with Lin Mo while picking at her food, telling him what she'd seen at the animation base.

Dancing robots, computers that auto‑color—she described them with her eyes lighting up.

Lin Mo gave only half‑hearted replies.

In the days that followed, Lin Mo became completely busy, like a spinning top.

He arrived at the animation base at eight or nine in the morning, staring at the render results from the previous night.

It's mainly an animated film, and since this is his first time directing one, he needs to keep a close eye on the early stages.

Re Ba sometimes brought Nuan Nuan to visit the set, and the little one would stretch out his arms for a hug upon seeing his dad.

Each time, Lin Mo would first disinfect his hands before daring to hold his daughter.

"Papa~" Nuan Nuan called in her baby voice, her tiny hand reaching curiously for the badge hanging from his neck.

Now the little guy is about six months old.

He can now unconsciously utter the syllables "baba" and "mama".

"Be good, Nuan Nuan—Daddy's making an animation for you." Lin Mo kissed her little cheek.

Re Ba held Nuan Nuan, gently gripping her little hand and waving toward the set: "Baby, look—Daddy's filming an animation for Nuan Nuan~"

Nuan Nuan opened her round, big eyes, gazing curiously at the busy Lin Mo in the distance, her mouth breaking into a smile that showed two little white teeth.

"Daddy's building a robot friend for Nuan Nuan." Re Ba rubbed her nose against the girl's cheek, saying, "When Nuan Nuan grows up she'll be able to see it—it's a gift Daddy made especially for you~"

The little one suddenly kicked his short legs in excitement, shouting "ah‑ah" toward Lin Mo.

Lin Mo, who was debugging equipment, seemed to sense it; he turned back, smiled at the mother and daughter, and made a heart gesture.

Turning around, Lin Mo stood before the main control desk, holding a walkie‑talkie: "All departments ready, Scene Seven, Action!"

Inside the soundstage, the motion‑capture actors began their performance.

On the monitor, WALL·E's figure was generated in real time, clumsily yet earnestly picking up trash.

Lin Mo stared at the screen, then suddenly shouted, "Stop!" He pointed at WALL·E's hand motion: "Slow it down a bit here—make it like a child's first time holding a spoon, a little shaky but very earnest."

The Technical Group hurriedly adjusted the parameters and tried again.

And so they polished the shot, one take after another.

Sometimes a simple action needs to be filmed over a dozen times, until Lin Mo is satisfied.

Over here, Lin Mo was glued to the monitor watching playback when his phone suddenly buzzed; he pulled it out and saw it was Liu Qin calling.

You should know.

Liu Qin normally wouldn't call him, unless she ran into something even she couldn't decide on.

"Hello?"

After the call connected, Lin Mo's eyes were still on the screen: "What's up?"

On the other end of the line, Liu Qin's voice sounded excited: "Boss! The editor-in-chief of Times Weekly personally called, saying they want to interview you!"

Lin Mo frowned: "Turn it down, I'm swamped lately!"

He can't even keep up with filming—where would he find time for an interview?

"No, boss!" Liu Qin exclaimed, "This is the editor-in-chief of Times Weekly! He said he wants to make your interview the cover of this century's Times Weekly, and he's already come up with the title: 'The Ultimate Challenge of the Global Box Office #1 Director: Creating a Perfect Fairy Tale for Your Daughter'"

The cover of Times Weekly magazine!

Note, it's not the Asia region cover, but the overall cover!

"Are you sure it's the overall cover?" Lin Mo blinked in surprise.

"Absolutely certain!" Liu Qin's excited voice trembled, "Just like Michael Jackson and Jobs back in the day!"

Finally.

After thinking it over, Lin Mo finally agreed: "Let's schedule it for next Wednesday, at the animation base here."

"Great, boss, I'll get back to them right away!"