In a tall building in Yanjing City, the capital of China.

Wu Xiang was sitting neatly in a luxurious office. Opposite him was his old friend and the man who bought his manuscript, Boss Gao. This guy was looking down at his manuscript, but not very seriously. Soon Boss Gao raised his head.

Come and talk.

"Xiangzi, can't you add some good stuff to this book?"

Wu Xiang understands Boss Gao's requirements, but he really can't write it down. "Brother Gao, don't you think it's awesome to tear up the Japanese with your hands? Isn't that nonsense?"

"You don't care whether it's nonsense or not? If someone watches it, it's cool, right?"

"That kind of plot has been complained about countless times. I really don't have the face to write it."

"You, you, wouldn't it be great if you could make money? Do you care whether the plot is reasonable or not? Do you still sympathize with the kid? Is your kid a Hari?"

"Brother Gao, don't you know who I am? That bunch of little devils, just like the crew that came back last time, you just have to shoot the movie well. You have to put a fucking filter in front of the camera. I

Zhenri and the others are uncles!" Wu Xiang must show a stern attitude towards this kind of thing.

In fact, Boss Gao just wanted Wu Xiang to add some things to cater to the tastes of ordinary audiences, so he said again: "The director made some changes to the last script. You see, if they change it, don't worry about it."

Scold or not, the attention and ratings are all on the rise, can't you kid just follow the trend?"

Wu Xiang was so helpless, "The director changed my stuff by himself. Even if I didn't scold him, even if he was civilized, I still complied? Brother Gao, that guy didn't even know how to design shots. If I hadn't helped him at that time, the cameraman wouldn't have been able to do it.

The teachers are all giving up."

"Okay, it's all you can do, right? The director was so angry when you intervened that he almost lost the promised sponsorship. Why can't you let me worry less? Let's talk about your script this time.

There is a lack of new ideas." Boss Gao had a headache.

"What? Is there still a lack of new ideas? This time I am writing about monks resisting the Japanese. This is where the kung fu comes in. I have prepared everything. The Great Vajra Palm, Crazy Magic Wand Technique, and Bodhidharma Sword Technique are all based on your requirements.

, seek innovation and change." Wu Xiang felt that he was a little unfair. "Is it possible that I still write about nuns?"

"You are really ignorant. Not to mention monks, nuns have already been photographed!" Boss Gao's words were like a wake-up call.

"Ah?" Wu Xiang was depressed, and he thought in his mind: "Who the hell is so shameless!"

"I told you before that you are looking for something new. Forget about people from the religious community. I've written everything you can. You can think about special professions or something." Boss Gao also gave Wu Xiang some tips.

"That's right." When Wu Xiang heard this, he thought in his heart, they even photographed nuns, so, then he wrote, "Can I write about a woman who fell into disgrace during the Republic of China?"

Unexpectedly, Boss Gao immediately said: "No, please don't, the director has already filmed it, have you forgotten?"

"That's right!" Wu Xiang secretly wondered why he didn't think of it.

"Where's the doctor?"

"No, I can only assist. Choosing such a profession is not as satisfying as charging forward and slashing!"

"pickpocket?"

"No, I have no leadership skills and no sense of responsibility."

"That……"

Wu Xiang mentioned many professions in succession, but boss Gao rejected them, but in the end Wu Xiang came up with one that no one seemed to have written about, and this profession also had a bit of a martial arts style, "Beggars! We

It’s okay to write about the Beggar Clan, this is good.”

"Hey, it seems good." Boss Gao somewhat agreed upon hearing this, but immediately he said something that almost made Wu Xiang vomit blood, "But why do I feel that this beggar gang looks a bit like the Eighth Route Army?

?Did anyone say that?”

When Wu Xiang heard this, he was sweating profusely. This won't work either? It's difficult, yes! Yes!

“What about aliens?” What a great idea!

But in the end, Boss Gao was immediately unhappy and said angrily: "Do I still have to let his last name be 'Du'?!"

Wu Xiang was sweating at that time. These days, dramas are not that easy to write...

After talking for a long time, the two sides could not reach an agreement, so Wu Xiang had to go back and think about it again. There was no way, after all, they were the employer.
Chapter completed!