Chapter 117 Adapted Script

"You, screenwriter?" Kim Byung-woo had a ghostly expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Lin actually wrote a script, which really surprised him, but this also shows that this drama is missing another prominent point that can attract ratings.

Yang Lin wrote the screenplay and participated in it, which sounds like a gimmick and very attractive, but in fact, it is easy to make people feel that Yang Lin is not doing his job, and how good can the script written by him as an amateur screenwriter be? In addition to those fans of Yang Lin, the title of Yang Lin, the screenwriter, is easy for people to look down on this drama.

"That's more difficult......" Jin Bingyu couldn't help but sigh.

"It's okay, I've thought about it a long time ago. Yang Lin was confident, when he wrote this drama, he knew what the consequences would be if his name was on the screenwriter's column, so he had already thought of countermeasures: "The screenwriter's column will be empty first, and when the finale episode is added, it's good to add it." ”

This saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Jin Bingyu thought about it, and nodded, this is indeed a way.

This drama is fully invested by Yang Lin's company, so the producer is naturally Yang Lin's name, and he has no characters under him who can take charge of it for the time being.

Jin Bingyu glanced at the script, then at Yang Lin, and stopped talking.

"Brother, it's good to have something to say directly. ”

Jin Bingyu didn't know that Yang Lin was a screenwriter, but after knowing that Yang Lin was a screenwriter, he didn't know why he couldn't say this in his heart. After all, the screenwriter is his own boss, how dare he say bad things about this script......

But gritted his teeth, no matter how I said this film, it was also the first TV series he filmed, Jin Bingyu didn't want to fail, gritted his teeth, and said: "President, there are some places in this script, we can change it." ”

After finishing speaking, he stared at Yang Lin, for fear that he would be angry. After all, he is also a screenwriter, and he knows that he has worked hard to write it, and it feels bad to be told bad by others about the script like his own child.

Your own child, you can say that you can't say it well, but if you are said badly by others, then you have nothing to say, smoke him!

Although Yang Lin is just a porter in a dream, no matter how he says it, he writes it word by word, and he also has a little feeling, but he is not the master who can't listen to others.

And he knows that even the things in the dream world are not perfect, and the works in those dreams are also created by people.

It is normal to have flaws and flaws, others do not agree, and the fierce collision with the ideas of the original script may produce better results.

So he was very serious about Jin Bingyu's words, sat up straight, and listened: "Brother, you can say it." ”

Jin Bingyu was relieved to see that Yang Lin was not pretending, but really listened to his opinion, Yang Lin was not so self-centered and couldn't listen to words.

"The previous plot is very interesting, and the setting is very interesting, even if the human body fluids are poison to aliens, the setting can be reluctantly accepted, but why is the male protagonist of an alien who uses his superpowers to kill the earthlings himself?

"And the ending is too abrupt, it feels ...... It feels like it's a forced happy ending written for the sake of perfection.,It's too far-fetched for the explanation of the wormhole.。 ”

Yang Lin listened very carefully, and nodded while listening, it is not a loss that the director and screenwriter are just reading the script once, and they actually found so many bugs.

"Well, I accept these problems, they can indeed be regarded as a flaw, and the adaptation is troublesome. ”

"No problem. Jin Bingyu agreed very happily, it was just an idol drama script, and it was not difficult for him.

The two began to discuss some details of the script again, among which Jin Bingyu tried to persuade Yang Lin many times to remove the scenes and scenes set up in the script and let him shoot it himself.

But he was still rejected by Yang Lin, after all, this is an idol drama, Jin Bingyu, a director who made suspense movies before, really doesn't necessarily have to play idol dramas, in case it changes beyond recognition when the time comes, and it is not at all the same as the work in the original dream, then it will be over!

Although there are quite a few complaints about this, Jin Bingyu still has no choice but to give up, there is no way, he is the boss, and he has to admit that if he really shoots according to Yang Lin's requirements, the things he shoots should be very popular.

So Jin Bingyu quickly abandoned the little dissatisfaction in his heart, and continued to discuss the details of the script with Yang Lin, the two chatted enthusiastically, back and forth, and when they encountered disagreements, they both tried to persuade each other, or were persuaded by the other party, and gradually, a script with a gradually clear and clear plot was gradually born.

Because I had already made up my mind before that the heroine invited Yun'er, the two of them combined, since Yang Lin had Yun'er's private phone, there was no need to take the SM road, otherwise the script would have to be delayed for a long time in Yun'er's hands.

Now the two of them are very enthusiastic, and they can't wait to start preparing for the crew immediately, and it is best to start filming tomorrow, so they called Yun'er directly.

At this time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the girls had just finished participating in a show, sitting in the nanny car with a tired face, unwilling to move, how could they still have the youthful and lively appearance on the show just now.

When Yuna's phone rang, the girls around her did not react, and they were still stuck to the seat like a puddle of mud. Yuna really had the urge to pretend not to hear, but in the end she gave in to the ringing of the phone, so she closed her eyes like this, and didn't look at who called, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and picked it up directly: "Aniasa has it!"

"Yun'er, it's me, Yang Lin!"