Some people say that women are higher animals than men, and the reason is simple, because men can only see what they can see, while women can see what they can't see.

The reason for this is simple, because women have a more delicate mind.

Of course, this refers to the majority of women.

Fan Baobao is actually a very delicate person, but in her eyes, Zhao Fusheng is more mature and sensible than herself, and now she is also doing her own business, and her focus should not be on his work, but on him as a person.

Fan Baobao's idea now is very clear, that is, to do what he is happy about, because then Zhao Fusheng will also be happy.

Early the next morning, Fan Baobao went to the company early, no matter what, she is Huayi's artist, which is understandable.

Zhao Fusheng didn't mind, and stayed at home to write the script by himself.

That's right, since you promised Dong Chenxi, you have to write a book for others.

A manly man, he is a real man when he says it.

Well, Zhao Fusheng won't admit it, because Dong Chenxi promised to give him a script fee of 50,000 yuan.

His principle has always been that he would rather make fun of people than get along with money. Because people can speak, but money can't speak, since they can't speak, of course they can't complain, so if you make money sad, it's really undeserved.

Well, that's right, that's it.

Zhao Fusheng thought secretly while typing on the computer.

However, he is really a little difficult to solve the problem of this script, after all, it is not so easy to write a good script at this time, the current box office of the movie is too low, even Zhao Fusheng does not dare to guarantee that what he writes will definitely be able to meet the needs of the market.

But fortunately, Zhao Fusheng is confident that he can achieve this balance, after all, he is no longer the young man who doesn't know anything and is reckless.

The process of our maturity is actually the process of learning to get along with ourselves. This process is inevitably accompanied by the change from lively to quiet, from panic to calmness, from confusion to self-knowledge, from being accompanied by someone to being alone calmly.

Actually, that's growth.

"What do you write......" Zhao Fusheng sat there and thought for a long time, but he didn't do it for a long time.

People are like this, the more they care, the more they will suffer from gains and losses, if they don't care, it doesn't matter.

As a result, Zhao Fusheng sat there for a whole day, writing nothing.

"What are you doing here?"

Fan Baobao came back at night and saw Zhao Fusheng sitting in front of the computer in a daze, with a blank document in front of him, and asked a little strangely.

"Write the script. Hearing her question, Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, explained the situation, and finally said helplessly: "The current situation is like this, I can't write it, or I don't dare to write it easily." ”

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng with a blank expression: "Eh, what's so embarrassing about this, just write what you want to write, if the investor is not satisfied, the investor will change." If the director is not satisfied, the director will change, what are you worried about?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled dumbly, his expression was quite weird.

He had to admit that what Fan Baobao said was not wrong at all, and he had been making trouble for a long time, because he had thought too much.

He has always used strict standards to demand himself before, and he has always felt that since he is writing a script, he must write the best one, but he forgot that domestic screenwriters are different from foreign screenwriters after all.

In other words, screenwriters on Hong Kong Island and the mainland do not have as much power in their hands as screenwriters in Japan, South Korea, and even Europe and the United States.

To put it clearly, not to mention individual phenomena, even after ten years, the status of screenwriters in the production of domestic film and television dramas is the lowest.

The most obvious sign is that anyone can change the script.

The director didn't like it, and the director changed it.

If the actor doesn't like it, the actor changes.

If the investor doesn't like it, the investor changes.

Even the cameras and props will ask for a change in the script if they feel that what is written in the script is not in line with their abilities.

All in all, after seven changes and eight changes, this script basically has nothing to do with the screenwriter.

And now Zhao Fusheng has obviously not become the kind of existence that others dare not change his script.

"You're right, I'm thinking too much. ”

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a while, shook his head, and said with a smile to Fan Baobao: "I just have to write, as for the rest of the matter, it's my business?"

He is not the kind of screenwriter who treats his works as if he is his own child, does not allow others to change half of the score, and does not have such great ambitions to show his strength in the screenwriting industry, just a promise to others, write the script, as for how Dong Chenxi will find someone to change it later, that is her business.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng suddenly had confidence, isn't it just a script, you can write it at your fingertips, you really think you have so many movies for nothing.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng was in a state of work, Fan Baobao pursed his lips and smiled, stopped talking, and silently went to the kitchen to wash some fruit for Zhao Fusheng and brought it into the bedroom.

Writing a script is a very boring thing, and you have to check the information and consider the words. Even if Zhao Fusheng has watched so many movies, writing a script is equivalent to a memory, which is also very boring. Because he had to recall the specific content of the movie he watched at the time, lines, character expressions and other things.

So this work can't be done overnight.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng wrote until about eleven o'clock in the evening, saved the document, stood up and prepared to rest.

"Don't write any more?"

Fan Baobao was lying on the bed, saw Zhao Fusheng's movements, casually put down the magazine at hand, and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Don't write it, Rome wasn't built in a day, Dong Chenxi didn't urge me, I can write slowly. Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao.

"You know it, the body is the most important thing. Fan Baobao was particularly gentle and virtuous at this time, and blinked his eyes and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "By the way, what did you write this time?"

That's what she cares about!

How could Zhao Fusheng not notice her little caution, smiled slightly, and looked at his girlfriend: "I said classmate Fan Baobao, why do you suddenly care about my script?"

Fan Baobao blinked, trying to make his expression look sincere, and said with a smile in the face of Zhao Fusheng: "Of course I care about you, after all, this is the task assigned to you by the company." Besides, you also agreed to Sister Chenxi for me, didn't you? ”

"Hehe......" Zhao Fusheng smiled and gave Fan Baobao a look that you would experience.

Fan Baobao didn't see Zhao Fusheng's mocking smile, leaned over to himself, and looked at Zhao Fusheng pitifully: "What, do you still want to keep it secret from me?"

Zhao Fusheng originally wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but he looked at the open neckline of Fan Baobao's pajamas, a touch of snow white loomed, and his body suddenly froze.

"She must have done it on purpose!" Zhao Fusheng thought to him.

Then, well, then it's chess opponents, and you will meet good talents!

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