Although the Little Red Horse School Park is located in a bustling urban area, it is exceptionally quiet. The trees here are luxuriant,Block the noise,Looking out of the window,A piece of green,Isolate the school park from West Chang'an Street,It's a big hidden feeling in the city。

Zhang Si lay on the bed, opened his eyes in the dark and thought about things for a while, there are past lives and there are this lives.

It's useless to think too much, so let's live a good life.

He closed his eyes, rolled over, and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, he was woken up by a flock of birds on a branch outside the window. This is a mulberry tree with lush branches, very rare in the city, Zhang Si stood on the balcony, took a deep breath, the air was fresh, the nearby was full of trees, full of green, but when you looked up, you could see the high-rise buildings not far away, and the sound of traffic was faintly heard.

What a great place.

The school park was lively for most of the night,It's very quiet during the day.,Zhang Si put on running shoes.,Jogging in the yard。

This body is a little weak and needs to exercise, after running ten laps, Aunt Huang came, stood aside and watched him run over, and said, "Morning, Zhang sighed, I brought you breakfast." ”

Zhang Si stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the breakfast bag, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Wow, it's so rich, I saw the rice balls, thank you Aunt Huang, remember my hobby." ”

The breakfast prepared was praised, and Aunt Huang was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Of course I remember, in the past, your grandmother's rice balls were a must in the village, and I liked to eat them the most when I was a child." ”

The two talked and laughed and returned to the teaching building, Zhang Si went back to the room first, took a shower, ate breakfast, and came to Aunt Huang's office, a faint fragrance of tea wafted, two cups of tea were placed on the coffee table, and the sound of gurgling water boiling came from the purple clay pot.

Aunt Huang introduced him to the situation of the school park.

Late at night, the school has been operating at a loss.,Can't make ends meet.,The balance on the account is not much.,Need capital injection.。

Since it was changed to a late-night school park,It's hard to balance income and expenditure.,On the one hand, the number of children entering the kindergarten is more than half.,On the other hand, the fee is low.。

"How many children are there in the school park now?" Zhang sighed and took a sip of tea, a little bitter, just to dilute the greasy and sweet taste in his mouth. He still hadn't gotten used to the sweetness of Pujiang.

"Now there are 30 of them, and they usually stay around that number, and they don't change much. The late-night school has a limited number of students.,We don't charge by semester.,There's no semester system.,It's calculated by the number of weeks.,Two weeks a week.,So the turnover is relatively large.。 ”

Zhang sighed and nodded,Understood,Because there is no teaching task,So the biggest function of the school park at night is hosting,Some people have been busy with work for a while recently,Often work overtime at night,No time to take care of children,It's hosted to the school park,The fee is also paid weekly,Short and fast,Civilians are down-to-earth。

I don't know what my grandparents thought at the beginning.,A good regular school park,Transformed into a late-night school park.,Resulting in a subsidized operation.。

"How much money is left in the account?" asked Zhang Si.

Aunt Huang handed him the account book and said, "100,000." ”

Seeing that Zhang Si was carefully checking the account book, he paused for a moment, and had to continue: "Probably can maintain the operation of the school park for half a year." ”

Zhang Si nodded, returned the account book, took the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp, got up to leave, and said before going out: "Don't worry, the money will be on the account when the time comes." ”

Zhang Si went upstairs, returned to his room, sat down at his desk, pushed open the window, turned on the computer, and browsed the recruitment website.

He had no money, he may have had money before, but he was squandered, his bank card was checked, and there was less than 10,000 left.

What he said just now was just to comfort Aunt Huang, he had to find a job as soon as possible.

On the train from Peking to Pujiang, he has a detailed understanding of the world, everything is plausible, such as the entertainment industry, he was a screenwriter in his previous life, and he paid the most attention to this aspect, and the movies and TV series he knew were not in this world!

He clicked on a job board and searched for a screenwriting position.

The water in the film and television industry is very deep, and you can't get ahead if you are not talented, just like him, who has been shortlisted for Best Screenwriter for three consecutive times, all of them are accompaniments, and if you want to say that there are no factors other than strength, you don't believe it.

He can rewrite a script that he has written before, or copy a masterpiece.

However, even if he writes a copy of "Infernal Affairs" now, sends it to a big director, or publishes it directly on the forum website, hoping that Bole will come to his door.

This is a fool's dream, judging by Zhang Si's many years of experience in the film and television industry, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and the chance is slim.

A job posting appears on the webpage of your computer.

"Pujiang Film Studio, recruiting 2 screenwriters, preferential treatment ......"

Seeing the words of Pujiang Film Studio, Zhang Si naturally thought of his grandmother's pu fan, he sat on a small bench to watch the transformation of the mecha warrior, and his grandmother sat next to him to fan him to drive away mosquitoes. He watched the cartoons produced by Pujiang Film Studio, and his grandmother looked at him, full of love.

In Pujiang, the boss of the film and television company is none other than Pujiang Film Studio, a century-old brand, and countless people grew up watching their cartoons.

Looking at the whole country, Pujiang Film Studio can also rank in the top three.

"When submitting your resume, please attach a copy of the script with an outline of the story. The job posting reads.

"Which script should I write?"

Zhang Si looked at the mulberry tree outside the window and thought.

The most advantageous and core business of Pujiang Film Studio is animation, and it has produced many popular animation films, which have won numerous awards at home and abroad.

The safest way, of course, is to write an anime story script, although Zhang Si did live-action film and television in his previous life and has never been involved in anime, but the script writing routine is always the same, and he usually watches anime, but anyone who has seen it has at least a little impression, such as ...... He crossed the popular "This Brave Man is obviously very strong but overly cautious".

He has analyzed this anime, and the core and most creative thing is the contradictory setting of "very strong and overly cautious". The two opposing characters create a very dramatic story tension.

Zhang Si doesn't remember the specific plot of this anime, his memory is not good enough to that extent, but it doesn't matter, he has his own set of methods to expand the storyline, he just needs to grasp this creative setting.

For him, all it takes is that idea.

Grab the idea, and he can write a beautiful script.

Creativity is the most valuable thing.

He first listed the eight elements of the story on the computer, namely: characters, desires, actions, core problems, resistance, results, positive values, and negative values.

Then, according to the basic formula of "starting and turning", 10 sequences are listed, and each sequence is written according to eight elements.

This is a routine, and it doesn't have to be read from the script when you write it, but it can be used many times.

The sun hung in front of the window and fell behind him, and the afterglow sprinkled on Zhang Si's back, he finally wrote a 10,000-word outline of the brave story, along with his resume, and sent it to the recruitment mailbox of Pujiang Film Studio.

After doing this, Zhang Si hesitated, changed his clothes, and went out.

Lao Li, the doorman at the gate of the courtyard, greeted: "Zhang Shao is going out?"

Zhang sighed: "I went to the cemetery to visit my grandparents." ”

Lao Li said solemnly: "Oh, that's how it should be." ”