The reason why the original work of this script is called a masterpiece is that M. Night Shyamalan, as a screenwriter and director, has achieved a very high standard in all aspects of filming, and perfectly presented the script with a hint of mystery. Some of the reversals set in the script are amazing, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are shocking.
"I think you should explain to me about the script changes."
"I should have told you in advance on the phone." Zhou Xujiang did not regard Wu Changyun's request as reasonable. Deleting and modifying the script was a common thing, and he did not need to explain it to Wu Changyun in detail one by one.
"You told me on the phone that you needed to make some minor adjustments, but what is this now?" Wu Changyun was really angry.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Xujiang frowned, reached out for the door handle, and planned to leave the prop room.
"What are you doing?!" Wu Changyun kicked the door. This was a work that could be made into a masterpiece, and Wu Changyun couldn't bear to let it go to waste.
Yuan Aijia, who heard the noise, also walked in. Seeing the tense situation between the two, it was the first time she saw Wu Changyun so angry.
"Calm down?"
After hearing what Yuan Aijia said, Wu Changyun understood that she agreed to the change.
"Then I have nothing to say. Since you have decided to change it, my opinion is insignificant." After saying this, Wu Changyun planned to leave the set.
"Stop right there." Yuan Aijia reached out and grabbed Wu Changyun.
"Your script is very good, but it's too complicated for today's audiences. I'm afraid the current Hong Kong market won't be able to accept it. Besides..."
Yuan Aijia didn't continue. Her grandfather had set goals and timelines for her. These were not issues that Wu Changyun needed to consider. Now she paid more attention to the commercial nature of her work.
"Besides what?"
"Besides, your script contains many unrealistic shots, which lengthens the production cycle and labor costs." Zhou Xujiang had wanted to point out this problem for a long time, but had never found the right opportunity.
Wu Changyun sighed. You have to know that his script was plagiarized from a movie. There were no unrealistic shots. It just required innovative shooting techniques.
"Chang Yun, can you support me this time? Don't drag it on like this. We don't have much time left." Yuan Aijia looked at Wu Changyun with pleading eyes.
Wu Changyun regretted giving the script to Yuan Aijia, but then he thought that he had countless excellent film scripts to refer to. If there was anything that made Wu Changyun particularly dissatisfied, it was the time he had wasted.
In that case, I'll make up for the time I wasted on Yuan Aijia.
"Okay, keep filming. I'll also offer some suggestions to help you make the changes."
During the subsequent filming process, Wu Changyun sat next to Yuan Aijia, occasionally chatting and laughing with her. When encountering some problems, he relied on recalling the scenes in the movie to solve them. This made the filming of the day go smoothly, and the division of labor and cooperation between the several people became better and better.
That day, Wu Changyun, who was returning home from the filming set, received a call from Fushun, who said, "Brother Yun, come back and buy eight pairs of couplets to put on the door. Don't forget."
The Chinese New Year is just a few days away. Today, Hong Kong experienced a rare drop in temperature, which made Wu Changyun feel a little cold. On the way home, he found a stall selling couplets. After buying the couplets, he pasted them on the outermost door and the doors of each room inside, which added a bit of festive atmosphere to the house.
"You said such a big house, with just the two of us during the New Year, wouldn't it be a bit empty?"
"So what do you want to do?"
"I do know two single people. Do you want to invite them over to celebrate the New Year with us?" Fushun's tone became more and more vulgar.
"No, if we have a personality clash and get into a tantrum, it's easier said than done. I don't want to ruin a good New Year."
"You're right." Fushun nodded.
"If you want to invite others, invite your fellow apprentices over. We'll all live together and have fun together."
"Hey, don't think about it. My fellow apprentices have all gone to our master's house to celebrate the New Year. What does it have to do with us?" Fushun waved his hand. Since the establishment of the security company, they and their fellow apprentices have had another identity, that is, boss and employee.
There's nothing awkward about getting along with each other, but I feel like there's an additional identity relationship between us, which forces me to consider each other's feelings to some extent. After all this consideration, we've become a little distant.
Wu Changyun wanted to find Chen Sisi before, but as soon as he brought up the topic, Chen Sisi said that she was very busy during the Chinese New Year, and she had to go back to her hometown to visit relatives, worship her ancestors, and participate in family customs and other activities.
Celebrating the Chinese New Year does require a certain sense of ritual, and what he and Fushun lack most now is a sense of ritual.
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