Liang Yifei's 'big thoughts' are not in the movie, but he just took the opportunity to make a start, and then he didn't accompany Feng Gang much, Feng Gang is also busy, and it takes time to revise the script, delineate the personnel, and form the team.

This is the gap between the mainland film industry and the Western film industry, or in other words, in the entire Eastern world, the current filmmaking mainly relies on the 'director responsibility system', including the entertainment capital of Xiangjiang, film shooting is led by a director who has the ability and connections, and sets up the shelf of the crew, up to the selection of actors, to the person in charge of all the work in the crew, to the scene of a drama that serves tea and water, and the director has to come to find someone to set up the stage. The coordination of actors' schedules, the communication of the local government, and a series of other things must also be taken by the director.

In the mature film industry, each link has a set of teams, each performing its own duties, the director's rights and obligations are really limited, only responsible for his profession, the East is not at present, the director has too many things to manage.

Therefore, it is directly related to the fact that it is difficult for oriental directors to become real artists, and most of the time is spent on communication, and the last one becomes an eight-sided exquisite role.

Yang Yuying temporarily stayed in Binhai City and opened a separate room for her, just watching her study the script in the room every day.

Feng Gang, on the other hand, first went back to the capital to form a team.

Back in the capital, the first thing Feng Gang did was to find Wang Shuo and throw the notebook to him.

"Mr. Wang, how about you take a look at this book?"

This script was written by Liang Yifei based on his impression, the story outline, several of the small stories are relatively perfect, but no matter how good his memory is, it is impossible to remember every line in the original play, there are almost all classic words, but some excessive dialogue plots are not very clear, so they are added casually by feeling.

Liang Yifei himself doesn't really have any screenwriter talent after all, so in the eyes of experts, there are some bits and pieces that can still be changed, Feng Gang feels that the style of this book is very close to Wang Shuo, which means that Wang Shuo is responsible for changing it.

And it can be regarded as an explanation to Wang Shuo: I didn't use his book, not for other reasons, but because there is a book that is more suitable for making movies. Wang Shuo is an expert, and he should be able to see at a glance that this Party A and Party B are more suitable for the market.

"Did he really write a notebook?" Wang Shuo sat on the small horse, eating watermelon, seeing that the summer had passed, this watermelon meal was probably the last meal of the year, eating his mouth full of juice, he smiled, took a handkerchief and wiped his mouth and hands, and then pointed to the remaining watermelon on the table, mouthed Feng Gangnunu, picked up the script, and leaned back on the rocking chair to read.

Feng Gang took a knife and cut a piece first, put it in a place where Wang Shuo could reach it, and then cut another piece to eat by himself, and said: "Don't say it, this person is really a bit of a ghost, if it weren't for the big business and no time, I would have wanted to ask him for an appointment." ”

"Liang Yifei, I'm not untouched, I'm not the kind of whimsical person. I don't know about doing business, writing things, he's not suitable for this. ”

Wang Shuo leaned back in the rocking chair and said casually while flipping through the script.

"Let's see. Feng Gang ate a small piece of watermelon, wiped his hands, took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one over.

Unexpectedly, Wang Shuo turned a blind eye to his action of handing the cigarette, didn't pick it up at all, flipped the script page back and forth with one hand, stared at the script, and saw it quickly, but his brows gradually wrinkled.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that his expression was not quite right, Feng Gang asked.

Wang Shuo put down the script, sat up straight from the rocking chair, looked at the script, looked at Feng Gang again, pointed at the script with his finger, and asked, "This thing, was written by Liang Yifei?"

"yes, that's what he said. Feng Gang nodded.

"Bullshit!" Wang Shuo slapped the table in annoyance, "This is fucking plagiarism!"

"Plagiarism?!" Feng Gang was stunned for a moment, his expression first became serious, and then a little inexplicable.

Plagiarism, if it is a screenwriter in a different circle, Feng Gang believes it, but on Liang Yifei, Feng Gang can't figure it out.

What's the point of plagiarizing a script when people have such a big business, they want money and fame?

But Wang Shuo's attitude is very serious, not like a fake.

"What's going on, tell me. Feng Gang asked strangely.

"I ...... this script" Wang Shuo blocked his chest in one breath, feeling very depressed, and waved his hand in annoyance.

"What do you say, what's going on!" Feng Gang said: "If it's really plagiarism, then I won't shoot this book!"

Although Liang Yifei is a big boss, he is not a person in the circle after all, but Wang Shuo is a top existence in the circle, as long as he can make money, he can always find a big boss to invest, but Wang Shuo's legs are not something that can be hugged;

In terms of personal relationships, Feng Gang and Wang Shuo are also close after all.

If it was really plagiarism from Wang Shuo, then Feng Gang felt that his butt still had to sit upright at this time.

Wang Shuo is also depressed, which is not easy to say.

He did conceive such a script, which is not much different from Party A and Party B, and the characters and plot settings in it are seven or eight points similar to the book I have seen so far;

It can be said that the book in front of me has perfected his conception.

Damn, even the name of the protagonist is almost the same!

But the biggest problem is that although he has an idea, he is not written, and those of them who are engaged in writing work usually often jump out of some whimsical ideas, some imperfect stories, this is the case with Party A and Party B.

He didn't believe that someone could be exactly like what he thought, the general direction of the plot, the small story, the characters' personalities, and even the names of some characters.

Where in the world is there such a coincidence?

But a thousand words are still the same sentence, his idea is only in his mind, not in words, so to say that Liang Yifei plagiarized him, this word seems untenable, but to say that it is not plagiarism, Wang Shuo feels impossible.

Aggrieved.

"Isn't it, such a coincidence?" Feng Gang said with an incredulous expression.

"What a fart!" Wang Shuo pondered for a while and said, "I missed out on where to eat, and I don't know how to get it to his ears." ”

"That's a coincidence. Feng Gang still thinks it's unlikely, the circle does often have dinner together, and many scripts are indeed chatted at the dinner table, but the capital and Binhai are so far apart, and Liang Yifei is not a person in the circle, how can Wang Shuo's casual words at a meal in the capital reach Liang Yifei's ears?

But there seems to be no other possibility than this explanation.

"What then?" Feng Gang asked.