Due to the problems that occurred during the production, Wang Yang followed the crew of "Sweetheart" for more than a week, which was far beyond the budget. Seeing that Anne Fletcher could handle it enough, he left the crew and continued to be busy with the preparations for "The Ninth District".

Discussing the shooting plan with Vale Fist is one of the main tasks, but they had a discussion and consensus long ago that in addition to the assistance of some special stunt shots, "The Ninth Zone" will use shoulder-mounted and handheld shots throughout the whole process, and will not keep the lens pictures very stable. Of course, some pseudo-documentary news shooting, monitors and other shots are not included.

In terms of color and film style, there is naturally darkness and texture. Grey is to make the audience feel depressed, while texture is to be realistic.

Another job is to supplement the last few important positions on the crew, including the recording engineer, lighting engineer and other members of the crew; and the stunt team of Blasting and Speed. He and the visual effects director Richard Kidd (Matrix, Transformers 1&2, Spider-Man 3, etc.) completed the formation of this aspect together. When everything is ready, it is already September, and "The Ninth District" can be officially launched at any time.

In this month, "Singing and Dance 3" received a box office of 100 million in North America. As the last part of the trilogy and excellent publicity, the movie fans' mood was higher than the second part. It is expected that it will eventually receive a box office of more than 130 million in North America; and there is no reason for overseas box office to exceed 100 million.

The beautiful completion of the "Singing and Dance" series has made the Flame movie profitable again, and also allowed Wang Yang to produce "Zone 9" without any worries in finance.

However, before starting the filming, he had to go to New York. In addition to personally handling some of the relevant procedures for the sentence that had already ended, he would also take a look at the newly established i&b department of Blue Sky Studio and Image Engine. He also accompanied Alice Hansen, a producer in charge of business, to discuss with several companies, such as sponsoring some real and expensive props in "The Ninth District". His task is to explain to the manufacturers, and how to shoot during shooting will make the audience impress your products, so sponsor it!

Although he has a lot of money and the company has a lot of money, he is not the kind of stingy person who ignores the cost of the movie effect. But if the money on this expensive prop can save 5 million or 10 million, why not? Next, burn the five million or 10 million on special effects to make the movie better, and the manufacturers are happy, and it is simply a joy.

However, no matter what, he would not deliberately point the photography lens to the trademark; but often it is not necessary to do that. The ibm laptop is just placed there quietly as a set, which only shows that both Mnu and the protagonist use ibm computers.

After a long period of consultations and interviews over the past few days, several companies including ibm have agreed to sponsorship, which can save 5 million yuan in costs for "Zone 9" and also means that the special effects cost is another 5 million yuan.

The morning sun is very warm, the autumn is clear and the weather is cool, and Manhattan is busy every day. Although the cars are ringing on the street, looking at the smiling faces of young students returning to school and the energetic office workers, everyone is in a very comfortable mood in this good weather. Autumn is really the best season in New York.

Wang Yang, wearing a gray light coat, walked out of the hotel where he stayed and came to the street. While eating the bread in his hand, he walked towards the newsstand. He was preparing to travel around New York for a day and then take a night flight back to Los Angeles. For more than two months, he has been working almost every day and feels a little tired. People need to rest and relax.

When he came to the newsstand, he smiled at the boss and said, "Hi, sir, give me a copy of the New York Times!"

"Ok, young man, your newspaper." The white boss with half a head of white hair pulled a newspaper and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "The weather is really good today!" Wang Yang took the newspaper and paid for it. The smooth and pleasant weather of the trip to New York made him feel good, and he smiled: "Yes, the summer in San Francisco, the autumn in New York, and the winter in Los Angeles, my favorite."

At this time, a blonde girl who bought a newspaper next to her chatted and said, "What about spring? Which city?" Wang Yang shrugged with a smile and asked, "Where is spring that is not something that makes people like?" The white boss and the blonde girl laughed immediately, and she nodded and smiled, "That's true, spring is always so cute."

Wang Yang smiled at them, then turned around and walked towards the south, facing the lower city and the world trade center, the highest building in New York. He suddenly frowned in confusion. An airplane flew at a low altitude?

A huge muffled sound came from afar! Everyone on the street was shocked and stopped. What happened? Wang Yang looked at the north building of the World Trade Center with thick smoke. The plane just now hit the plane straight up... The white boss, the blond girl and everyone looked over there, with shock on his face. In a few seconds, everyone who reacted was shouting, "Oh, my god!"

"Damn it, why did it catch a fire?" A black man shouted in surprise: "What's going on with that loud noise? Was it hit by a missile? Or a bomb?" Wang Yang frowned tightly and shook his head, "No, I saw an airplane, and an airplane crashed into it!" The people around couldn't help but exclaimed. The blonde girl covered her mouth and said with concern: "How could such an accident happen? It's so terrible. Can those people on it escape?"

Some people on the street continued to go to work, while others stopped and looked, took out their cell phones to make phone calls, and there were also voices of taking pictures with digital cameras, and talking: "This accident is too bad." "It's really sad, and many people are about to die."...

Looking at the towering building with fires rising from the far side and black smoke, Wang Yang felt very sad and regretful, and had a hint of doubt. Is this really an accident? The plane just now flew very smoothly... Maybe it was a terrorist attack. In 1993, terrorists placed a car bomb in the underground parking lot of the World Trade Center, and the explosion killed several people... But it would be a bad accident!

While walking back to the hotel and planning to check the TV report, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number. He quickly connected and said, "Jessica, a plane just hit the World Trade Center."

Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, there is no scene of her in the shooting plan for "Sweetheart", so although it is almost nine o'clock, Jessica is still staying at home in home clothes, trimming her love flowers in the back garden. Hearing Wang Yang's heavy voice on her phone, she immediately frowned and asked in confusion: "What? The plane hit the building? Why is this happening? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just tell you I'm fine." Wang Yang quickly replied to her. If this accident happened two days ago, maybe he would be in trouble. That day he and Alice Hansen had gone to the World Trade Center for a talk. While walking, he looked at the building and said, "I don't know what's going on. Are you at home? Check out what the TV news says."

"Yeah!" Jessica responded, walked quickly back to the living room of the room, turned on the TV, this news was on the CNN channel. Listening to the host saying "This may be a terrorist attack", looking at the building with thick smoke on the screen, she suddenly felt a sank in her heart and said hurriedly: "Yang, stay away from the World Trade Center! Do you know? Oh, no!..." She stared at the screen with wide eyes, shivered all over, and said in a daze: "Someone jumped down from above, my god... another one..."

Wang Yang couldn't help but sigh. Are life and people who can laugh and cry dead like this? He comforted: "Jesse, I'm going back to the hotel now, far from the World Trade Center, don't worry." Jessica's voice was still full of worry and anxiety, and said: "Yang, you leave Manhattan immediately. The news said that it was probably a terrorist attack by suicide hijacking, and it was too unsafe there!" Wang Yang nodded and said: "Well, I will."

After chatting for a few more words, I was about to return to the hotel door, and suddenly there was a loud bang, resounding over the entire Manhattan. A fire-red mushroom cloud emerged from another south building on the other side of the World Trade Center. Everyone on the street shrank reflexively, with a look of astonishment and fear on their faces.

"Oh my god!!" Jessica felt her heart tugging. Just now, she watched a plane on the screen hit the south building of the World Trade Center at high speed... She said anxiously: "This is a terrorist attack, this is a terrorist attack! Yang, leave quickly! Hey? Are you okay?" Hearing the beeping sound of the phone, she took a deep breath, dialed back, and murmured: "Please, please..."

In a girl dormitory at Harvard University in Boston, Natalie and her roommates looked at the flat-screen TV screen and frowned tightly. She used her cell phone and phone to call her parents' phones again, but it was blocked. She called her home in Long Island again, but it was blocked. She gritted her teeth and called Wang Yang in New York again, but it was still blocked! She almost lost her calmness and knocked her phone and cursed: "I'm paralyzed, all paralyzed!"

In Toronto, Rachel listened to the sound of blockage on the phone, and remembered his blog "I'm in New York!" She closed her eyes and prayed silently. Los Angeles, Joshua, Zachary, Michael Pitt... Whether they call Wang Yang, Tom Willing, or other friends in New York, they can't get through any cell phones or phones in New York and surrounding areas.

Wang Yang called out his cell phone helplessly and anxiously. Los Angeles and San Francisco could not be played, so he ran to the hotel. The hotel lobby seemed to be in and out in a hurry, or surrounded by the service desk. The front desk waiter said, "Sorry! Everyone, I think the communication is paralyzed and I can't be played at all."

"A terrorist raised by bitch!" A big black man furiously punched the counter, and another white young man sighed: "I really don't know how many people are going to die, now it's working hours!" Another blonde white man said unwillingly: "Maybe this is just two unrelated coincidence accidents? If this is a terrorist attack, how could it be..."

Everyone in front of the service desk was talking, Wang Yang frowned and looked at the big TV screen, and saw smoke and fire scattering on the top of the Twin Towers. Suddenly, a man jumped out and fell down. Everyone suddenly said "Oh", full of sadness and sympathy. Wang Yang pressed his forehead a little unbearable. This is a living person dying, not a movie special effect... He shook his head. The call just now was terminated, and Jessica must have been very worried. Fortunately, his parents didn't know that he was in New York, and they didn't surf the Internet...

"Internet!" Wang Yang suddenly shouted, then rushed to the elevator, and wanted to go back to the room to surf the Internet.

"How could it not be able to be connected!" Jessica frowned tightly, looking at the chaotic screen, and listening to the host saying, "I hope the pedestrians on the street can pay attention to the drop of the wreckage of the plane. The momentum of the wreckage can reach at least 6 blocks away." She felt more and more afraid and dared not think about the worst. If something happened to him... she shouted loudly: "Stop, don't!" Danny on the other side curled up with his head.

At this time, the phone on the coffee table, which was next to the phone, suddenly rang. Jessica's eyes lit up and immediately picked it up, pressing the channel without looking at it: "Hello!" But the sound coming was not Wang Yang, but a very heavy girl's voice: "It's me, Natalie. Do you know Yang's current situation? He is not on the plane or the World Trade Center, right?"

"No, of course not! Don't talk nonsense." Jessica said hurriedly, she sighed, "He was on the street and was about to go back to the hotel. As we talked, the phone was off. Just when the second plane hit, he was fine... I hung up, maybe he was calling now." Natalie on the other side nodded and said, "It's useless, the phone system is paralyzed, I'll go online." Jessica nodded helplessly and said, "Well, I'll go too, bye."

As soon as he returned to the room, Wang Yang hurriedly turned on his laptop, opened all his IQ, msn and other instant messaging software online, and immediately updated a message on the blog, "I am in New York, I am all good. This is a tragedy of the country. God bless all innocent and kind people." After the quick update, he let out a long sigh, picked up his phone and called it, but naturally he couldn't get through.

He picked up his notebook and went to the balcony, looking at the burning World Trade Center in the south. The weather was still so bright and cool. But in just over half an hour, the whole country was in panic. The news prompts from icq, msn kept ringing, but he was a little surprised when he looked at the Twin Towers, because just now, five or six people jumped down and fell from an altitude of more than 400 meters...

"Dog shit." Wang Yang cursed in a deep voice. Why is there no superman in this world? Catch those people in the air, or intercept the entire plane before! But there are many heroes in this world, those firefighters and ambulances... He looked at the latest news on the American Online website on the screen. "A firefighter located at the bottom of the World Trade Center was hit by a jumper. After rescue failed, he unfortunately died."

He sighed, and while opening the information of the instant messaging software, he refreshed the website, but immediately "cannot find the server" and even the network was blocked.

He first opened Jessica's icq window, and the screen was filled with messages of "Are you there?", "Yang, speak!", "Please, speak quickly!", Wang Yang felt warm in his heart, and quickly tapped a passage and sent it over: "Jessie, I'm fine, I'm in the hotel now."

Seeing this passage from the chat window, Jessica immediately closed her eyes with a smile and said softly: "Thank God! Thank God!" She let out a long sigh, feeling her whole body relaxed, he was fine now! She looked at the TV screen in front and typed: "Yang, I'm so scared. It's so scary to see those people jumping down... It's fine if you're fine."

Boston, seeing the message he replied, Natalie couldn't help but clench her fists and laughed. Her parents, Young and her friends were safe and sound, and unfortunately did not happen to her! But those who are suffering from disaster now... Natalie shook her head. She really wanted to ask God, why should we have these pains and sorrows, and can't we make all people and animals happy all the time?

"My friend, I'm fine, I'm in the hotel now."... Wang Yang copied and pasted the reply from Natalie, Rachel and other friends, as well as Mark Slunt and others, returned to Jessica's window and sent: "Don't be afraid, contact my parents and tell them I'm fine. I'll take the train back to Los Angeles immediately, and I'll be by your side soon."

According to news reports, the Federal Aviation Administration has now set New York, Washington and other places as no-fly zones. If it is classified as a terrorist attack, it is believed that the surrounding airports and flights will be closed soon; even if there are flights, he does not want to take a plane now.

Jessica frowned. Although she hoped to see him next to her in the next moment,... she typed: "No, don't move first! Train, plane, who knows if there will be any terrorist attacks? Yang, promise me!"

"Well, I don't move anymore, but I have to leave Manhattan first. I think my location will be evacuated. So Jesse, let's talk about it first and contact me later!" Wang Yang finished writing this text and sent it to his friends, sent it to his friends, looked at the World Trade Center with black smoke over there, closed his notebook, walked back to the house and quickly packed up the important things, and then walked away with his duffle bag on his back.

When he boarded the train to New Jersey at Pennsylvania Railway Station at 10:17, Wang Yang found a seat in silence. According to the ticket seller, this was the last train today, and the traffic tunnel between New York and New Jersey will be closed. The lower part of Manhattan has been paralyzed because the south building of the World Trade Center collapsed, and I don’t know how many floors it fell; but it can be known that many people died.

Everyone on the train looked heavy. They just passed the TV in the train station and learned some latest news and said, "I heard that the South Building has fallen all over!", "It's all over... how is it possible?!", "Didn't you see the news? The Pentagon has fallen too. I don't know how many planes have been hijacked..."
Chapter completed!