This is said to express the most uncalm meaning in the calmest words, and everyone is a little silent for a while, which is a bit of a pressure.

"What if you can't save it." Among the nine people, Jiang Xun is the most detached, he wrote a drama Fanghua, and then published a crooked poem, which is not worthy of the title of a writer.

"Otherwise, you'll pay for your own room." Li Xiaoming, director of the center's literature department, added with a wicked smile.

"Black! No wonder they call you Li Xiaohei. Zhu Xiaoping gritted his teeth and praised.

Wang Shuo, who had been pillowing the head of the bed without saying a word, said with a smile: "Li Xiaoming, you just wrote fifty episodes of "Desire", and you have passed on the scriptures to all of us, what are the characteristics of writing chamber dramas. ”

"That's right." Everyone turned their attention to Li Xiaoming.

"Tell me?"

"Say!"

……

Li Xiaoming didn't hide it, "Then I'll talk to you bad boys......"

The so-called chamber drama requires that 80% of the scenes in each episode are in the studio. Exterior scenes can only be cutscenes.

Because of the loud noise on the street, the recording at the same time is not easy to control, and the switcher can't take it out, so it can only be filmed on a single camera.

"You have to lead the story into the house. It mainly relies on dialogue to develop the plot, so in addition to the story, the language must be colorful.

Generally, the length of 15,000 words in an episode is enough, and 20,000 words in an indoor drama can last 40 minutes.

"Fifty episodes of "Desire", each episode writes 5,000 more words, which is equivalent to writing 250,000 words more than the usual script, and my hands are all crippled, and I don't know what is going on outside." Li Xiaoming laughed "hey, hey, hey".

"You don't have to choose what is going on outside, and no one here knows what's going on outside."

"That's all for the morning." Zheng Xiaolong looked at his watch, "Dinner, in the afternoon, "The Story of the Editorial Department" and "Imperial City Roots" will be divided and practiced. ”

"It's the first day, you have to have some wine, right?" Wei Dongsheng blackmailed with a righteous face when he walked past Li Xiaoming, he was the winner of the first Mao Dun Literature Award, and he had the most confidence in blackmailing.

Li Xiaoming pointed at Zheng Xiaolong, but Zheng Xiaolong did not speak.

Jiang Xun smiled, "What this means, don't you understand, wine, yes, but you have to buy it yourself." ”

"I just said that good cigarettes and good wine are waiting......"

"That person didn't say who spends the money," Jiang Xun laughed again, provoking Zheng Xiaolong's two-word evaluation and a thumbs up, "Transparent!" ”

……

At noon, in the end, it was a treat on the north platform, a table of good wine and good food, and when it was over, a few more cigarettes were taken, and the brothers returned to the room satisfied.

"I've eaten my meal, I've taken a bath, I've slept in the afternoon, it's time to practice for others." Su Lei stretched.

"Then let's talk about the editorial department of "The Story of the Editorial Department" first, what kind of editorial department is it?"

"Anyway, it can't be too professional, it's better to be a comprehensive publication."

"That's right, that's how readers are wide-faced, and hot topics such as eating, drinking, sleeping, and building spiritual civilization can all be brought in."

"What's the name of this publication?"

"It's called 'Life Guide'." Wei Dongsheng twisted his neck back and forth and said.

"Then it might as well be called 'A Guide to the World.'" Life is temporal, and the world is spatial. Jiang Xun analyzed it for everyone.

"yes, that's it. Editorial Department of "Guide to the World". Wang Shuo slapped the table excitedly.

"Let's talk about a few of the main editors." Feng Xiaogang is still just an artist, he said as he recorded.

It was he who entered this Friendship Hotel, and it was also Zheng Xiaolong's favor, and now, his posture is the lowest.

"The main thing is to have a couple of young editors, a man and a woman, unmarried. The man has to be like our guys, smart, with a strong mouth, enthusiastic, he doesn't care who makes fun of him, he can still put you in if he is not careful......"

Zheng Xiaolong didn't speak, Wang Shuo mentioned this matter to him, his first feeling was that he had to find a comedian, who looked like he had a sense of joy, yes, he really remembered someone, Ge You, no, he ran to talk to Ge You the day before yesterday.

This chat, chatting about the east and west, just don't talk about the TV series, Ge You is annoyed, if he hadn't received a call from Li Geng, he would have almost served tea to the guests.

"The woman is also a human spirit, nothing to watch English all the time, and I haven't learned it when I arrive, I like to make a little mood. The two of them worked together tightly, and their feelings were a little ambiguous, and they didn't stop meeting the person they introduced. I'm afraid that if I miss it, it's better. ”

"There must be a pair of old editors, the man is in his fifties, he has been cautious all his life, he has avoided all the sports, the family conditions are not very good, he works diligently, and he can't be in charge alone......"

The more he said this, the outline was about to come out, and Jiang Xun couldn't be idle, "The woman is fifty years old, the old man is a big official, and he is definitely the same as the above,...... Keen to make the publication a position or something. ”

"There is still a year to be missing. There has to be such a person who pulls some advertisements for the editorial department, has the skill to increase income, and thinks that money is not everything, but no money is absolutely impossible. Feng Xiaogang suddenly interjected.

He was very unconfident, and when he saw that everyone looked at him and didn't say anything, he quickly remembered it in his notebook.

Seeing that the big guy had no water in his teacup, he was busy getting up and pouring tea.

"Done! Yes! That's the kind of person you need to be. There must be an editor-in-chief, you can't have a leader. These pieces of material have one idea per person, and it is inevitable that dealing with all kinds of grimacing readers will do bad things with good intentions and make jokes, and one person has to close a little bit. Zhu Xiaoping stood up.

"Yes, yes, in case any of our episodes are crooked, let him come out and criticize a few sentences and put it right, it is still educational."

"A few people, a few people, don't have too many." Wang Shuo asked.

Feng Xiaogang pinched his fingers and counted: "Two young, two old, one in the prime of life, one in the middle of the net - six." ”

"There are only six people in this editorial department." Jiang Xun crossed his fingers together, lay on Wang Shuo's bed, and said softly, "These six main characters are all bitter children since childhood, and later became literate and hyphenation, and became editors. The joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the common people are all clear. Let's put it this way, they are the rough people in the cultural people and the educated people in the rough people. ”

"That's it," Zhao Danian smiled, "The editor of the "Guide to the World" has to breathe out of the nostrils of the working people, don't make it look like princes, nobles and saints, and buy a box of cigarettes and think about it." A few of our brothers make a living by selling words, and they can also be regarded as intellectuals with their faces, right? Didn't you become an immortal either? ”

Ge Xiaogang shrank into the leather monkey with lamb's fur inside the piece that his father passed to him, and said worriedly: "Comedy has to have irony, we are writing a series with contemporary themes, don't touch on hot topics in social life, the audience doesn't like to watch it, let's put it deeper, maybe some sentence stabbed Lou Zi." ”

Well, at this point, that's really a problem.

The big guy is really a literati, but Wang Shuo and Jiang Xun are not stingy in it

, one is not afraid of heaven and earth, and he was beaten by the whip of society in his previous life, but he still can't change that heartlessness.

"Master Shuo, what do you think?" Jiang Xun threw a cigarette to Wang Shuo without smiling, and then threw it to Feng Xiaogang, "Rest your hands, keep remembering, where are your hands not sore?" ”