Two days, in a hurry, Li Suan slept badly and ate poorly, not because he was worried about Mr. Zhang's 'return of the king', purely because of his previous living habits, he had no self-discipline in his previous life, and now let Li Suan go to the gym every day and meet Zhou Gong at a fixed point, which is pure torture.

But who made you die suddenly in your last life?

Walking back to the room, the twenty-four-year-old man was feeling unspeakable pain, and thirty minutes of jogging had made him want to die.

Crawl in front of the computer to refresh the mailbox, the efficiency of Sina Book editing is really strengthened.

No one has written back to him yet.

You have to sign a contract, if you don't sign a contract, there will be no traffic, and if you don't have traffic, you won't have fans, Li Suan's patience was tortured by these editors. But after thinking about it, writing novels on the Internet at this time is a small probability event, and when the editor joins the company, I'm afraid it's not rushing to dig up tomorrow's stars, it's all mixed food, and I can reply within a limited time, so thank God.

Log in to Weibo, look at the few fans, I just broke the four-figure result and don't know if it's good or not, I updated today's draft, and just uploaded it here and came to the private message.

Are they all guarded?

Iron-clad fans!

Li Shu became interested, clicked on the private message, and then frowned.

This fan claimed to be from the Jiaxing Project Department, saying that he liked Li Suan's novels very much and wanted to make an appointment with Li Suan to sit down and talk to him.

Li Suan knows Jiaxing, but what he knows is that ten years later, Jiaxing, which can be ranked among the top ten entertainment companies in China, the proprietress Yang Mi is in conflict with other shareholders, and wants to leave the company and no longer be a tool person with a newcomer's debut, but the grapevine said that this girl has made too much money and is crazy and wants to pursue art.

A boss who pursues art is a taboo in this industry, just like Mr. Zhang said that he only talked about money and not art, but in fact, he followed the director to shoot this scene.

Besides, who knows which Jiaxing you are?

Li Suan's reply was very formulaic, just saying that he liked writing, but had no intention of cooperating, so Balabala ...... After replying, he decisively blocked it.

Keep copying the book, and try to finish it in two weeks.

Li Shu burned incense and bathed, waiting for Wen Sheng's possession, but at this time, the mobile phone rang inappropriately.

It's an alarm.

The alarm clock for Mr. Zhang's flight landing.

Within half an hour, Mr. Zhang's call was picked up by Li Suan, and then both sides were silent, and only the sound of breathing came from the phone.

"Let's meet."

"Okay."

The phone hung up, Li Suan let out a sigh of relief, only felt the nervousness when he lied to the girl for the first time in his life, he went to the toilet, and when he was released, he was still thinking, what do you want to say to Teacher Zhang about this.

……

Farewell, America! What kind of story is it?

It is a story that made the screenwriter and director work hard, let the female lead dedicate herself to attracting investment to investors, let the producers, producers, and investors collectively scold the mother, and then gathered everyone's hard work, but in the end it was not broadcast.

In the entertainment industry, most of them believe in fate, pray to God and worship Buddha, and it doesn't matter whether it is useful or not. Lee is an atheist, so when he did evil in his previous life, he didn't worry about retribution at all.

As for this life, he calls himself a skeptic, after all, he has died once, and he is more open-minded and likes to hear more different voices.

knocked on the door, Li Suan stood quietly in front of the door, he and Mr. Zhang had just collaborated on a play, at this point in time, they didn't know each other, but Li Suan liked to listen to Mr. Zhang read the script, because a capable screenwriter can read the script to life, and even perform it in Li Suan's mind!

Li Suan also likes to type for Mr. Zhang, that is, he connects a projector to the laptop, and when Mr. Zhang says a sentence, he will type a sentence.

When he typed for Mr. Zhang for the first time, listening to Mr. Zhang's lines, Li Shu had the feeling of goosebumps falling to the ground, and he couldn't control his breathing, so he was kicked out because the breathing was too loud.

Li Suan can still recall that feeling, Mr. Zhang said that this is the charm of art, but Li Suan feels that this is the power of dreams.

"Come in."

Teacher Zhang's voice came out, and Li Shu pushed the door in.

Mr. Zhang lives in the same way as Li Suan, and it is only a standard room of 20 square meters, but this room has been specially selected, and there is a lot of traffic on the main road outside the window. Every night, turn off the lights, watch the red lights appear and disappear one by one on the traffic, and then see the words in the projection increase one by one, as if entering the flow that Kazuo Inamori said.

I can't feel the flow of time at all, and I only experience that breath and breath in the world of drama.

"Teacher Zhang."

Li Suan looked at the woman sitting by the window, with an average appearance and an average figure, but her chest was full of sins, and her talent was about to come out.

Teacher Zhang looked at Li Suan, and was silent for a long time, and the silence that people cared about continued until Teacher Zhang took a sip of coffee and broke the silence.

"Teacher Li, don't be so polite."

Teacher Li?

In the days of artistic creation with Mr. Zhang, the two of them didn't know how many screenwriter teachers they robbed, how many editors they wore away, and how many consultant teachers they went crazy, anyway, in their eyes, all enemies that hindered their creation were called teachers.

"Teacher Zhang, this play really has a problem with orientation."

"Yes, Brother Jiu told me, so I want to ask you, what is the problem with the direction of our play, or do you think it is too little for you?"

In the entertainment industry, the most taboo is to talk about it in a shallow way, Li Shu and Mr. Zhang have only worked together in one play before, and he is just a little assistant with some light, and he has made a scene of 'passive sabotage', 'reporting to a higher level', and 'disturbing the morale of the army' in this play, and it is no wonder that Mr. Zhang has such great hostility.

Li Suan looked at the whiteboard used for meetings in the room, walked over, picked up a pen, and looked at Teacher Zhang: "Can I tell you about it?" ”

Teacher Zhang nodded.

Li Shu began to write, write, and draw.

"We are ready to tell the story of a group of American Chinese people on the media platform of Huaxia in front of the Chinese audience."

Li Shu used a pen to leave the first label on the whiteboard, 'Beautiful Drifting Chinese'.

"The collision of different cultures, the taste of foreign countries, and the customs of different regions are all very good points, but what we want to tell at the root is the story of a group of Chinese people who went to the United States to pursue the American dream!"

He left a second label, the 'American Dream'.

"Actually, it's nothing, but what is our play called, "Farewell, America!" 》”

He left the final label on the blackboard, 'Escape from the Casino.' ’

"That's the problem, that's right, what we want to promote in our story is 'escape', but Mr. Zhang, we both went to school, are you at my age, or even now, do you still think the things in school are useful?"

Teacher Zhang looked at the 'escape' pointed by Li Shuan.

"We are now like a kindergarten teacher, facing the domestic audience and saying, 'Children, you have to learn well, don't touch pornography, gambling and drugs.'" But the question is, are they children? We chose a group of American drifters to pursue the American dream, and finally gave up, stopped staying in the United States, and wanted to escape from the casino. ”

Li Suan pointed to the 'casino'.

"The subject of gambling is very good, and you can see people's hearts and human nature, but if you think about it, the hero of our story has won at the table, right? Yes, he lost again later, because if you gamble for a long time, you will lose. But everyone who goes to the gambling table, does they have the idea of winning and leaving? Our country has banned gambling for so many years, why do these rich and unrich people prefer to go abroad to gamble?

Because they always have a thought, what if they win?

Through this play, we expect our audience to see the protagonist, feel that the place in the United States is not good, and feel that the casino is a tiger's den in Longtan and have to take a detour when they see it. But will the audience do what we think? Is it more likely that they are taking our protagonist for a fool and thinking that if they win so much, they will definitely turn around and leave? ”

Li Shu paused, looked at Mr. Zhang, and made a closing statement: "Mr. Zhang, there is only one biggest reason why this drama can't be broadcast, it is the problem of orientation, if it is this problem, then no matter how you change it, as long as the structure of this play remains unchanged and the core of gambling remains unchanged, it will not be broadcast." ”

Teacher Zhang looked at the three labels on the whiteboard, and the whole person was in a trance.

As long as you stand in the audience's point of view, some things can be understood at a glance, once the problem that Li Suan said comes true, then this drama cannot be the beginning of her career.

12 years is a good time for screenwriters, you can get half of the remuneration by relying on an outline, and you can win the screenwriter contract by being able to speak well, it doesn't matter if you don't write well, as long as you add some small clauses to the contract, you can blatantly rely on fame to realize, that is, cheating.

The head screenwriter can usually take five to six jobs in a year, and if Party A is good at talking, he will directly throw the child, that is, like Li Shu, the manuscript written by the screenwriter of the disciple generation will be handed in, as for those who are not good at talking, as long as it is delayed for another year or two, they will consider themselves unlucky.

However, waist screenwriters like Mr. Zhang can't do it, before this project, although she had works, she was not famous, although she had the ability, but she didn't have Bole, as long as this play was completed, it would be a broad road in front of her.

Therefore, even though Li Suan is very likely to be right, the problem is that she met the right person at the wrong time.

Sometimes, the time is not for me, it is destined by fate.

Teacher Zhang, who had made up his mind, looked at Li Suan, completely ignoring his expression, like a gambler described in his pen.

"I know, Mr. Li, you go back first, I'll think about it."

Or is it the title of Mr. Li?

Li Suan: "Teacher Zhang......"

"I said I got it! I'll have to think about it. ”

What he came up with, Li Suan already knew, he was a little disappointed, but not surprised, after all, Mr. Zhang was not reborn, and he did not go through the difficult years with him.

It's useless to continue to persuade him, what he is blocking now is other people's financial paths, the remuneration for this play is a total of 4.5 million, and he only gets 15,000, of course, everything can be done in the long run.

But Mr. Zhang can't do it, don't say I don't know what to write now, and the ten episodes of the script that I handed in before will also be taken back and rewritten. Instead of that, why not take a gamble?

See human nature with gambling, and see people's hearts with gambling.

Writing, it's not crazy and you can't live, if this drama can really be broadcast now, it should be a good work, but under the doting of Huaxia, the elder, I'm sorry, you can't broadcast it.

Back in the room, in the bathroom shower to calm down, Li Suan was still thinking about what to do in the future, but the phone rang softly, it was a WeChat prompt.

Li Suan saw that it was a message from Mr. Zhang, he had been kicked out of the WeChat group of the screenwriter team, and on a screenshot sent to him by Mr. Zhang alone, it was the flight information.

Mr. Zhang's meaning is very clear, I bought you a plane ticket, go home.