After eating and drinking, Zhao Baoxuan brought coffee and tiramisu into the office: "Fairy Yan, your exclusive afternoon tea is here!

Xu Yuyan stared at the computer, with a surprised smile on his face: "Just put it on the coffee table." Bao Xuan, come and see, this old witch has come back to me!"

"Huh, so fast?" Zhao Baoxuan was surprised, this speed, god speed: "He just sat next to the computer and guarded the reply?"

She walked over and huddled in a chair with Promise and gathered together to read the words on the monitor.

After reading the post, Zhao Baoxuan raised doubts: "Yan Yan, are you dreaming?

Xu Yuyan was not ashamed: "You all know that I don't dream, I only have life! There is no difference between life and dreaming if you don't understand." Anyway, as long as you can solve it. ”

Zhao Baoxuan looked at it again and saw that the question at the end of the post read: [...... Excuse me, how deep is my marriage with him?Can I get married?], I really can't cry or laugh: "Yan Yan, what kind of dream interpretation are you, you are a fortune teller! You said he replied, where is it?"

"I followed his post, but I found it too troublesome to quit and read other posts and then go back to find my post, and it took many pages, so I just opened a post and asked. His post is so interesting, and there are a lot of dreams in it that are very suitable for writing a script. ”

"Do you want to find information in his posts? Is it an invasion of privacy to use other people's dreams as a script meme?"

Xu Yuyan made a knockdown action and lay on the table, his head resting on his arm: "Drama comes from life, refining, adapting, beautifying or ugly life, and letting it enlighten people, it becomes a drama!"

She doesn't remember if the screenwriter said that, anyway, she can confidently persuade her best friend to write the script with her.

Sure enough, Zhao Baoxuan was fooled: "That's it?"

Xu Yuyan pointed to the screen: "You see that these people are all screen names, who knows who is who." ”

Zhao Baoxuan pushed herself and others, and was a little weak-hearted: "Just because what you want to say is true, you don't need your real name, right? What if you can see that you are talking about him/her when you watch TV?"

Xu Yuyan scoffed: "Don't be so serious, okay? We're not writing your research paper here! These haven't been processed yet, we're just looking for some information, our audience has a range, if our Western medicine shoots it, everyone will watch it, do you still need to go through the trouble to publicize it? Oh, just the crew next door to us, their screenwriter directly copied other people's TV series, and even saved the remake fee. ”

Zhao Baoxuan was a little puzzled: "Is what you said true? Copying it, isn't it afraid that others will find out? Not afraid that others will sue him?"

Xu Yuyan told the inside story and discussions he had heard: "What if you find out? What if you sue him? If the public opinion is big, it is equivalent to advertising him for free, everyone knows him, no one watched the film, and everyone went to see it as soon as they made a fuss, even if they sued him, in the end, he lost the cost of others, how much can it be, and losing millions is a drop in the bucket of his profits." ”

"God, is this okay?" Zhao Baoxuan shook his head: "Zhang Dadao won't do the same, right?"

Xu Yuyan sighed: "Of course not! The stalks I'm looking for now are not for Director Zhang, they're for another play." Director Zhang's screenwriters are all gold medal screenwriters, okay. ”