March is the spring month.
Throughout the entire month, Lu Hao went to the company only a handful of times.
Every morning around ten o'clock, Wang Hui would send the company's daily report to Lu Hao's mobile phone.
In fact, there is nothing particularly important.
The company is now initially on the right track. Everything is done according to an institutionalized model. Each studio develops independently and employees perform their duties.
A qualified boss actually only needs to master two things: one is personnel, and the other is financial power.
With DreamWorks' current development, its cash flow is extremely abundant, and it can even be said that it cannot be spent all.
A normal company that has developed to this stage would have already started various overseas investment businesses long ago. However, Lu Hao has never had any interest in this area, so he has always adhered to the "accumulation model" of the small peasant economy.
As for personnel, there won't be any major changes in the short term. When the company develops to a certain level, it can operate normally without anyone.
Just like the joke about the cannibal, no one would notice if you ate a few department managers, but it would be bad if you ate a cleaning lady.
Lu Hao has plenty of time to devote to scriptwriting.
Every day, I fluctuate between frustration and joy.
Frustrated: Damn, I can’t write like this. I’m such a rubbish. I can’t write this. It’s useless. It’s over. I can’t write it anymore.
Joy: I can write this too, I am such a genius, this is amazing, come and praise me!
Under such circumstances, Lu Hao still advanced the script writing progress bit by bit by working hard for at least twelve hours a day.
It really felt like I was giving birth to a difficult-to-deliver baby weighing over ten pounds.
…
weekend.
When Zhou Xiaomeng finished a week of study and came to the villa with a bowl of stinky tofu she bought at the school gate in a cheerful mood, she saw Lu Hao standing in the living room in pajamas, with an unshaven beard and messy hair. He was gesturing back and forth like a mentally retarded child, talking confidently, and it was obvious that he was doing radio gymnastics.
"What are you doing?"
Xiao Meng asked with a helpless smile.
"I just came up with an awesome idea. Let me put my hands on my hips. What does it taste like? Hey, you're eating stinky tofu. Don't kiss me later!"
Lu Hao said this tremblingly, really like a child.
"It's not what I want to eat. Sister Wen asked me to bring it to her."
Zhou Xiaomeng replied.
Hearing the noise in the living room, Chu Wen came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and glared at Lu Hao: "Don't worry, I won't kiss you. I won't sleep with you in the study tonight. We will sleep in the bed together. You can sleep wherever you like."
"Really?"
“That’s just awesome!”
"Ah, so true love is only between women. Sleeping with men is just for reproduction. They're greedy for my kidneys."
Lu Hao clapped his hands and laughed.
Chu Wen had become accustomed to his self-indulgent state recently. She bit her lip lightly and was unable to complain.
Zhou Xiaomeng, however, looked confused.
what happened?
How did it become like this?
"Don't mind him. He's obsessed with the script."
"I used to think women had to worry about their husbands being taken away by other women, then they worried about their husbands being taken away by other men, and now I'm starting to worry about their husbands being taken away by movies."
"It's so hard to be a woman."
Chu Wen sighed.
Zhou Xiaomeng: ???
It seems that her mentality has broken down a bit.
Why do these two people speak in the same tone?
…
Jokes aside, Xiao Meng's arrival has definitely made the house less "artistic" and has added some more worldly touches to balance it out.
Lu Hao was in seclusion and didn't want to go out. His hair was almost long enough to be braided, but he didn't have the energy to cut it, so Zhou Xiaomeng volunteered to help Lu Hao with his hair.
Lu Hao struggled to refuse but to no avail and had no choice but to give in.
Under the grape trellis in the backyard of the house, he was sitting there in a raincoat, looking aggrieved. Zhou Xiaomeng was standing behind him with a push knife.
"Boss, what kind of haircut do you want?"
She laughed and teased.
"No, you should ask me, Boss, should I wash my hair first? The big head or the small head?"
Lu Hao is talking nonsense.
The innocent little classmate couldn't understand this joke. He looked a little confused and said to himself, "Forget it, I'll just get a crew cut. He's so handsome, any hairstyle will look good on him."
"Does it really look good with any hairstyle?"
"That's a must."
"Okay, I'll give it a yin-yang haircut, half cut and half left."
Lu Hao said confidently.
At this moment, I am thinking of the story of a great writer whose name I have forgotten, who forcibly cut off half of his hair so that he could stay at home and write in peace and not attend drinking parties with friends.
In fact, there are many such ruthless people in history.
There was also a British writer whose name I have forgotten. In order to be able to write with peace of mind, he had his servants tie him to his desk with an iron chain and would not unlock him until he finished writing every day.
There are even more cruel ones.
An ultimate ruthless boss, because he was too passionate about dancing, but at the same time wanted to make achievements in literature. After some painful thinking, he broke his leg. He wrote while recuperating in the hospital bed and eventually became a great writer.
These are so inspiring that Lu Hao wants to follow suit.
So actually, my retreat is nothing at all.
People do not become great by doing great things.
You must first become a great person before you can do great things.
"Are you crazy? Why do you want to do a yin-yang hairstyle? I don't know how to do it."
Zhou Xiaomeng gently hit him on the back, looking quite speechless.
Idiot!
"Then, shave your head."
"By the time my hair grows back into a flat top, I should have finished writing the script and can leave."
Lu Hao spoke seriously, his tone calm and resolute.
"Really?"
Zhou Xiaomeng still felt a little hesitant to take action.
"real!"
"reason!"
"Tonight I'll show you what it's like for a sleazy bald guy to fight two beautiful girls."
Lu Hao returned to his dissolute ways.
Zhou Xiaomeng was so frightened when he thought of the scene in his mind after hearing such vicious words. His hand trembled and a large clump of hair fell off, leaving a gap visible to the naked eye.
"Pooh!"
"You're disgusting, you're a pervert!"
"Now I can't ignore the bald head anymore!"
…
…
Half a month later.
When his hair grew back to more than three millimeters and he was able to go out and see people, Lu Hao's script was finally finished.
A total of 200,000 words were written.
Two hundred thousand words, and it’s just the final draft.
If we include the settings and story lines that were scrapped, this number will at least triple.
From the complete background of the revival of spiritual energy, to the story lines of several core characters, as well as the intertwined plots, the order of appearance, their respective adventures and golden fingers, the process of mentality transformation, and the subsequent blackening and whitewashing... all are completely formed.
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