When Yuan Fenghui received Wen Ying's call, the recording of the variety show that Li Mengjiao participated in was almost over.
The top three contestants were smiling when the cameras were turned on, but during the recording breaks, they kept a distance from each other. They were rivals during the competition, and now that the competition is over and the three's personal albums are about to be released, they are still rivals.
Since we are rivals, we won’t be too close.
Zhang Yangning is a girl with personality. She is unwilling to act out sisterly love away from the camera. Li Mengjiao is even more silly and has practiced iron head kung fu. Because Xu Mei has two annoying people, Fu Jing and Pan Li, around her, Li Mengjiao also keeps her distance from Xu Mei.
Yuan Fenghui asked her assistant to keep an eye on Li Mengjiao, and she walked over to answer Wen Ying's call.
"You've met screenwriter Zhang, right? Have you two communicated?"
"Yes, screenwriter Zhang gave me the script he wrote, but he only wanted a plot."
Wen Ying didn't complain, and Yuan Fenghui continued, "Writer Zhang is an experienced screenwriter. You should learn from him. If there's anything that Writer Zhang hasn't thought of, just tell me directly and let me communicate with him."
Yuan Fenghui didn't want to care so much about Wen Ying. Not to mention that Wen Ying had only written the plot of the MV, even if Wen Ying had published a book and written a script, her value would be equally important in Yuan Fenghui's eyes.
Screenwriter Zhang is arrogant, and so is Yuan Fenghui.
It is a fact that Taiwan’s ability to create stars is indeed stronger than that of the mainland.
Wen Ying can write novels and scripts, which is rare at this age, but as long as she can afford it, what kind of good script can't she buy?
In this industry, the screenwriter has never had the final say.
A particularly great director can have the final say, but a screenwriter...a screenwriter really doesn't have that high a status.
But there was no way. Yuan Fenghui could not value Wen Ying's screenwriting ability, but she could not ignore Li Mengjiao's feelings.
Li Mengjiao values Wen Ying, and it is rare that Li Zhentao also values Wen Ying.
Li Zhentao asked Wen Ying to be the screenwriter, and the other shareholders of Tianjiao Film and Television had no objection.
Screenwriter Zhang can bow down to a salary of 500,000 yuan, and Yuan Fenghui will also value Wen Ying because she is a newcomer and has more than 5 million yuan in capital.
There is no way. In fact, in the entertainment industry, the power in the hands of producers and directors is very limited. Without money, there is no way to make a good drama. The entertainment industry is the same as other industries. Capital has a lot of say.
Capital says Wen Ying is okay, and even if Wen Ying is not okay, it’s okay.
Yuan Fenghui held out the steps for a long time, but Wen Ying didn't say anything. She was a little surprised:
"Do you think the script given by screenwriter Zhang is not good?"
“…It’s not very good.”
The honest screenwriter Wen did not intend to tell lies, which gave Yuan Fenghui a headache.
——Although you are a smart little girl, I am afraid that you have not eaten as much rice as screenwriter Zhang. I am just being polite, but you are really finding fault with me?
Yuan Fenghui rubbed his brows: "What do you think is wrong?"
"Neither is good, and not suitable for Meng Jiao."
“…”
Yuan Fenghui was speechless. Watching Li Mengjiao, who was resting, running towards him with her arms swinging, she lowered her voice and said, "First, send me screenwriter Zhang's script. Then we can discuss it in detail."
Yuan Fenghui hung up the phone and smiled at Li Mengjiao.
"How was it? Was it fun to record the variety show?"
Li Mengjiao thought it was just so-so.
It was quite fun to watch on TV, but I didn't expect that a one-hour program actually takes a whole day to shoot. Even the games have a script. I used to think the guests were very happy, but now I know that they are mostly performing for the audience in front of the TV.
However, Li Mengjiao has always been good at having fun, and she can perform new tricks according to the recording script.
When she threw herself in front of the host without any image, she saw Xu Mei's eyes almost popping out of their frames. Xu Mei must not understand that she was trying to have fun in misery, hahaha!
It was happy, but it was a bit twisting, so Li Mengjiao kept swinging her arms.
Yuan Fenghui was so angry that her head hurt. She asked her assistant to get safflower oil to rub the bruises on Li Mengjiao, and at the same time tested Li Mengjiao's attitude. Li Mengjiao didn't know about the establishment of "Tianjiao Film and Television", and didn't know that Li Zhentao asked Wen Ying to write the script. Yuan Fenghui spoke vaguely and asked Li Mengjiao as if jokingly, if Li Mengjiao were to film a movie in the future, would she be willing to film a script written by a Baodao screenwriter.
Li Mengjiao grimaced when her assistant rubbed her with safflower oil.
"Why does it have to be a Baodao screenwriter? If I want to make a movie, I'll ask Wen Ying to write the script for me!"
If Wen Ying didn’t write the script for you, you won’t shoot it?
Yuan Fenghui wanted to return the product again, but when she saw Li Mengjiao's cute grinning face, she resisted the urge to return the product.
"You really are my ancestor!"
“Ouch—”
The little ancestor screamed without knowing anything and had no star baggage at all.
Yuan Fenghui knew Li Mengjiao's attitude.
This is still a secret from Li Mengjiao. If Li Mengjiao knew the existence of "Tianjiao Film and Television", screenwriter Zhang would probably be out of work immediately.
How could a teenage girl tell the quality of a script? She only knew that she wanted to make a TV series, and it was a testimony of friendship that her good friend wrote the script personally.
At this age, people don’t really care about benefits.
Li Mengjiao's behavior was normal.
What is actually abnormal is the overall environment of Taiwan's entertainment industry.
Many artists in Taiwan attended art middle schools and entered the industry in their teens. At Li Mengjiao's age, they already knew how to fight for resources for themselves.
No emotion can compare to the reward of real money or the opportunity to become famous.
For example, the idol boy group that Yuan Fenghui made famous... Never mind, compared to those ungrateful idiots, this not-so-bright one in front of me is more pleasing to the eye.
Wen Ying said there was a problem with the script, so Yuan Fenghui tried to keep calm and read the script outline sent by Wen Ying.
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