Luo He thought: "Let's get a very charming male protagonist in there to sprinkle some sweetness and have a romantic relationship."
"Isn't that what a classical drama is all about?"
Su Yongsheng bowed and said, "Teacher, you are very smart!"
Luo He put the script of "Saving the Wind and Dust" into his bag: "The Film and Television Association is looking for me urgently and asked me to hand over a new script."
"I'll take this script first. I'll take a look at it on the way and tell them about the inspiration for my new play!"
Su Yongsheng nodded: "It's still the same, the price is 50,000 yuan."
Luo He made an OK gesture and left with the script.
Su Yongsheng and Luo He have been "cooperating" for three years.
Su Yongsheng used the name of a well-known screenwriter to trick newcomers into signing up for classes to learn how to make money. These screenwriters, who could not think of themes and storylines, "find inspiration" from the works submitted by these newcomers.
These veteran screenwriters have been in the industry for many years and are very experienced and good at writing stories. Once they process the immature inspirations of these newcomers, won't exciting plots emerge?
These stories of newcomers can become their own by changing their personalities and backgrounds, and they can be written better by themselves.
After the series is broadcast, even if these newcomers find that the story plot is similar to works they have submitted before, they will have no way to seek legal redress if they want to protect their rights.
This kind of advanced copywriting can easily be considered plagiarism, not to mention these newcomers with no background. What can they use to fight against them?
All the scripts were submitted offline in paper form, and they left no evidence online, being very careful.
...
Luo He came to the teahouse to meet with the judges of the Film and Television Association.
The judges were very happy when they saw Luo He, who is an evergreen screenwriter in the industry and whose works have always been stable and of high quality.
"Let me be honest with you. We are eager for a costume drama that is not based on a fictional setting. We need a sense of reality and history."
“The support resources are also very generous.”
"I already have two books in hand. If you don't submit the finished product within this week, I will have to choose between those two."
Luo He immediately said, "Yes! I have it!"
"It's in the draft stage now. I'll be able to submit it once I've refined it."
Luo He immediately gave the judges a brief overview of the content of "Saving the Wind and Dust." As expected, the judges immediately became interested and said, "We want to support scripts with a strong plot and that can withstand scrutiny."
As Luo He opened the script of "The Rescue of Wind and Dust", he imagined that he was about to produce another hit costume drama.
However, when he opened the script, he was dumbfounded. What the hell was written in it?
The words are all words, why can't he understand them when they are put together?
The second and fifth pages of the script were both written in modern style. Luo He raced against time in the car to familiarize himself with the plot outline and character traits in case the judges asked questions, so he didn't read any further.
There was only A4 paper with the following words written on it:
【First Fold】
[(Chong Mo Zhou She enters) I've been in the wine and meat business for thirty years. I've been under the glare of the stars for twenty years. I've never known the price of firewood or rice. I've only spent a small amount of money on wine.]
Luo He quickly flipped through the contents at the back, and he was completely confused.
Fold? What adjective is this?
This script is encrypted in classical Chinese, and he can't understand it at all with his limited understanding!
The judge couldn't wait to snatch the script from Luo He's hand: "Let me see!"
The judge himself was from the Ancient Culture Research Association. When he saw that "Jiu Fengchen" used the literary style of Yuan Dynasty zaju, his eyes lit up!
"Hey, Lao Luo, I didn't realize you had such a deep literary background. You really put so much effort into it!"
As the judges read, they commented: "It has charm, it really has charm!"
"If this zaju script were put on stage in the past, it would have been a huge hit in the theater."
The more the judges praised Luo He, the more guilty he felt. He was afraid that the judges would suddenly hold up the script and ask him what a certain sentence in classical Chinese meant.
The more you fear something, the more it will come to you.
The judge read a certain part and suddenly frowned in confusion. He pointed to a line in the script: "I was trampled to death by horses in the hall, and my bones were broken by lamp wicks."
"Lao Luo, what is a horse in this hall?"
Luo He's heart skipped a beat. What horse?
What does this mean? Is this human language?
Luo He explained with a stiff upper lip: "It was...a horse that accidentally stepped into the pond..."
The judges looked puzzled: "Is that what's going on?"
Luo He looked at the judges' faces. He felt like a student being called upon to answer a question. He tried to save his dignity by saying, "Well...my assistant added this to my answer. How about I ask her to come over and explain it?"
"This is a draft version. I haven't finished refining it yet."
*
When Wen Xi received Su Yongsheng's call, she was learning equestrianism with Lang Wan at the Sayi Equestrian Club.
She hung up the phone and explained to Lang Wan the reason: there was news about the script she had submitted, and now she had to rush to Fuhai Teahouse to meet with the people from the Film and Television Association.
When Lang Wan learned about this, she exclaimed, "You can also write scripts?!"
"No wonder we got along so well with Director An."
While she was contacting a driver for Wen Xi, she said, "When you need investment, come to me and I will support you."
At this moment, Wen Xi had the urge to hug Lang Wan's thighs and say, "Sister, I don't want to work hard anymore."
But Wen Xi understood that Lang Wan's kindness to her was due to her contribution to Jianjiu Group and the potential she had demonstrated.
Wen Xi smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Sister Wan, you are so kind!"
Lang Wan sent a driver to pick up Wen Xi and take him to Fuhai Teahouse. After Wen Xi went upstairs, the driver was waiting downstairs.
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