Fan Jiaqi's nostrils let out a "snort" as usual: "How should it be changed?" You're still asking me how I should change it? It's written bullshit and asks me how to change it? What did you do earlier? Didn't I tell you to communicate with me before writing if you had any ideas? The method is wrong, no matter how diligent you are, it's useless! If the direction is reversed, the more diligent you are, the farther away from your goal, you still don't understand this truth? Do you need me to say more? ”

Zhang Jiaze was really angry. A huge anger slowly accumulated and gathered in his heart, and slowly, the power of this anger became stronger and stronger, and finally passed from the soles of his feet to his eyes, he stared at Fan Jiaqi with an almost resistant, rebellious look, and said word by word:

"I mean, how should it be changed! Can you make that clear? Make the problem specific? ”

Zhang Jiaze's rebellion directly angered Fan Jiaqi. Fan Jiaqi said in an unquestionable tone: "I don't care, you can think about it yourself, tell me what you think!" ”

Zhang Jiaze opened his mouth, and his previous anger turned into his current injustice, thinking that it would be okay for you to criticize my script for being poorly written, but you have to tell a reason, right? For example, where is it not well written? How should it be modified? At least point out one direction!

Zhang Jiaze thought to himself, if it continues like this, I'm afraid there will really be no way to get mixed up.

In order to earn money to have a second child, he chose patience again, saying: "All my thoughts are written on this computer, and the entire content of the second episode I wrote is my thoughts." ”

Zhang Jiaze's subtext is obvious: My thoughts have been written, and now, you have to tell me what the problem is, right?

Fan Jiaqi didn't expect Zhang Jiaze to take him into the army, so he couldn't escape and had to sit back in front of the computer, pointed to the document and said, "...... We are a transplanted Korean drama, you deleted the plot in the original drama and added this plot, the audience will not like it......"

Zhang Jiaze opened his mouth and said, "But ......"

Fan Jiaqi didn't even raise his eyelids, and then said: "And you here, the plot is obviously unreasonable, and it needs to be modified......"

Zhang Jiaze opened his mouth again and said: "Why don't you ......?"

Fan Jiaqi still didn't even raise his eyelids, and then said: "There is still a description of psychological activities in this place, taboo, delete!" ”

Zhang Jiaze felt that he was justified this time, so he did not refute it.

Fan Jiaqi put forward more than a dozen places that need to be revised in the whole script, some of which are very simple, and some of which are very difficult to revise.

I finally know a rough idea, and I'm finally not as confused as before.

Zhang Jiaze deeply understands that although he disagrees with Fan Jiaqi's approach in many places, in the Maidi Film and Television Group, in the current situation, Fan Jiaqi is a threshold in front of him. From the boss's point of view, he must trust Fan Jiaqi, not a newcomer.

Fan Jiaqi finally finished criticizing, he stood up and said to Zhang Jiaze: "Revise it well, and deliver it in two days!" Remember, feel free to share any ideas with me! ”

Zhang Jiaze nodded: "Yes, yes, thank you!" ”

When Fan Jiaqi opened the door and walked out, a lady standing at the door hurriedly turned her back and hurriedly walked forward. Fan Jiaqi walked in a hurry and almost bumped into the lady.

Later, Zhang Jiaze followed and sent Fan Jiaqi out: "Mr. Fan walks slowly, walks slowly-"

Fan Jiaqi was in the corridor and said without looking back: "I'll come back tomorrow!" ”

Zhang Jiaze nodded: "Okay, good." ”

As far as the eye could see, a somewhat familiar figure flashed and disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Zhang Jiaze didn't have time to think about it, turned around and walked into the house, sat in front of the computer, and threw himself into the work of revising the script.

Less than five minutes after sitting down, Zhang Jiaze's mobile phone rang, and he took it to see that it was his wife Song Yazhu calling.

"Hey, wife—"

Song Yazhu asked on the other side of the phone, "Where are you?" ”

Zhang Jiaze said: "Me? Of course I'm writing a script in a hotel, where are you? ”

Song Yazhu said, "I'm in the downstairs lobby of your hotel. ”

Zhang Jiaze shouted in surprise: "Are you in the hotel lobby?" Which hotel? ”

Song Yazhu said: "Idiot! Sunshine Hotel, of course! ”