Conference room.

"You screenwriters, tell me about the executable ideas you have been thinking about this project in the past few days. ”

Zhou Yinghui sat in the conference room, looking not angry and arrogant.

In this conference room, Jia Bohou, the head of the artist coordination department, sat next to her, followed by Dai Yuexin, Feng Kangping, Lu Mu and the screenwriter who was tinkering with the computer - Liu Jin.

Liu Jin was furious at this time.

The reason for the anger was that he ran out to the bathroom, but when he returned to the office, he saw a man with a raw face slapping his keyboard indiscriminately.

If it were normal, this random slapping would be okay, but at this time, he had a project idea in his computer that he had been thinking about all night in the past few days, and finally came up with it.

Moreover, my project idea has just been entered, and I haven't even had time to save it.

Liu Jin, who had just finished writing, only felt that his stomach was overflowing, and the desire to excrete could not be suppressed.

Therefore, he couldn't help it, so he could only rush to the toilet with a paper towel, and did not save the newly conceived project ideas in the computer file. What I didn't expect was that there would be a face-to-face man who killed a thousand knives and slapped indiscriminately on his computer keyboard, and it was okay to slap indiscriminately.

I coincidentally typed text on my project idea and added a few inexplicable lines.

You say you type, you type, you add things, you add things, but what the hell do you cover all the project ideas that I worked so hard to come up with?

Looking at the advertising ideas that I had worked hard for several days and nights, I looked at the creative content in the original document, which turned into a few short lines of text and inexplicable chaotic lines.

Liu Jin's tears of remorse flowed down in an instant.

After that, I never went to the toilet again.

No, before you go to the toilet, you must save the content of the document. It's not enough to save it, you must also make a backup, no, it's a few points of backup!

Because of the meeting, the anxious Liu Jin had no time to look for the culprit who overwrote his project idea, and was just expecting to find the automatic backup archive on the computer.

And the other side.

Lu Mu, who was the culprit of all this, yawned.

He didn't like meetings, and every time he attended a meeting, he would get sleepy, and he had been since he was a child. At such a time, Lu Mu couldn't help but fall asleep, and at this time it was no exception, he put one hand on the table to support his head, listening to the dull content of the meeting in a drowsy manner.

I don't know how long it has been, but suddenly, there was a "click".

Lu Mu's hand swiped slightly, and the whole person almost fell on the table.

Everyone in the conference room did not notice Lu Mu who was deserting.

Zhou Yinghui, who was sitting on the chairman, was facing Feng Kangping, who looked worried, and admonished: "Kangping, I think your project ideas are still a little bit worse. Our current project is an advertisement for a fragrance, and this unreleased fragrance is in a gold bottle with a gold bottle as the main color, and the project leader wanted us to make an ad that is sexy, luxurious, elegant and natural...... I've already said this before, but I stopped at the creativity of those of you, and none of them were based on demand. ”

"So, I feel like I need to stress it again. Zhou Yinghui clapped her hands: "Our Xuanfeng Entertainment Screenwriting Department does not raise idlers. I have already said the requirements of this project at the beginning, but none of the project creative changes you have given are outstanding. There is no one person's copywriting, no one's creative direction, and even in the creative outline you gave, there is no small point that makes me feel satisfied and makes me feel that you are attentive. ”

"You people should think about what you're doing all this time. After speaking, Zhou Yinghui's unangry and arrogant gaze fell on Liu Jin, who was still anxiously tinkering with the computer: "Liu Jin, it's your turn." ”

Hearing this, Liu Jin, who was already anxious on the side, was about to shed tears.

He was trusted by the screenwriter department of Xuanfeng Entertainment not long ago, and this perfume advertising project is the first project he officially came into contact with as a screenwriter. He didn't want to mess up the project, so he worked hard to find ideas through the materials in order to be able to show his talent in front of Zhou Yinghui and others.

But at this time, I looked at the creative document with only a few lines.

Liu Jin thinks that this is also a fart idea to show the outside world, just show that he is not responsible.

Several of the project ideas he had envisioned had long since disappeared along with the document that stored the project ideas. But listening to Zhou Yinghui's slightly angry speech, Liu Jin knew that if he didn't show it well, he might be greeted with angry criticism.

Not to mention that at this point, he didn't even have the most basic project idea documents. Of course, Liu Jin also knows that if he pulls out any excuse that the document is accidentally covered by others, he is afraid that he will be reprimanded by Zhou Yinghui angrily, and it will affect his development prospects.

As a screenwriter, creativity and scripts are the lifeblood of screenwriters.

If the "root of life" can't be preserved well, then what else can be preserved? So what else can you talk about as a screenwriter?

Liu Jin had already thought of Zhou Yinghui's words to teach him.

Therefore, he had to bite the bullet and connect his computer to projection.

Liu Jin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Sister Zhou, let me briefly introduce my creative ...... to you."

There is no written document of the project idea, and it is a difficult thing to let everyone present understand their ideas in a simple and clear way.

But the matter has come to this, and Liu Jin can only pin his last hope on his own eloquence.

At the same time, in his heart, he is the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the man who made a fuss in his computer not long ago, and gave "gentle" greetings several times.

If it weren't for this killer, I am afraid that I am not so embarrassed today, and I don't need to risk being expelled to fight here.

But when the document on his computer was projected, Zhou Yinghui was stunned.

Everyone present was also stunned.

Liu Jin looked at Zhou Yinghui's frowning brows, and thought that Sister Zhou saw the few lines on her computer document, and completely began to doubt her responsibility for her work.

At this moment, Liu Jin's heart is anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, his brain recalls the details of several project ideas he had thought of before, and is close to "language confusion".

At this moment, he can only hope that his own narration can make up for his lack of documentation.

Just when Liu Jin was about to cry.

His gaze stumbled upon a yawning man in the corner of the conference room.

He was stunned for a moment, and then anger spread from the depths of his heart.

This guy, yes, this is this guy, this is the guy who killed a thousand knives.

It's this bastard who has changed his original well-organized project creative documents beyond recognition.

Therefore, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Lu Mu, who was yawning, and said angrily: "Bastard, you return my creative document." ”

Lu Mu, who was yawning and planning to continue to return to his sleep, suddenly trembled when he heard this.

What's wrong?

What happened?