It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and the children had all gone to bed. Since Xiaobai could leave the academy before ten o'clock every night, the classroom on the first floor was usually empty at this time, with no one around.
But tonight, the lights were bright, Xiao Bai was sitting on a small chair watching TV, and Bai Jianping was sitting aside, helpless.
“Would you like to go? We also have a TV at home. How about we go home and watch it?”
“I don’t care.”
“What’s so good about this?”
An Anti-Japanese War drama was playing on the TV. Bai Jianping glanced at it a few times and found that he couldn't stand it. Since he joined the crew, his vision and aesthetics have improved sharply. He used to love watching such mindless anti-Japanese dramas, but now he can't watch them anymore.
If you don’t go in, you still have to go out and have a look, get in touch with more people, your horizons will broaden, and your taste in life will naturally improve.
And Xiaobai, who used to clamor to tune in after seeing this kind of TV series, this time he didn't want to go home after watching it. So, some melons get stupider as they grow older.
Xiao Bai was indifferent to Bai Jianping's suggestion to go home and watch. The old god sat comfortably in the small chair.
This is the difference between Bai Jianping and Malanhua. If it had been Malanhua tonight, Xiaobai would have been carried home like an eagle carrying a chicken.
Of course, if it was really Malanhua, why would Xiaobai not dare to do this?
No matter how much Bai Jianping tried to persuade her, Xiaobai refused to leave. Maybe she was watching TV, but she wasn't. She watched TV for a while, guessed words while holding a picture book, and put building blocks... Anyway, she was just doing nothing.
"What's wrong with your paw? Why don't you go home and chat?" Bai Jianping followed her.
“Boss Zhang never came back.” Xiaobai said, sitting down on a red horse, holding the horse’s head and rocking back and forth.
“It’s up to you where you stay when you’re riding a horse at night. It’s up to you where Boss Zhang stays.”
Bai Jianping said to himself that since he was so popular tonight, he must have gone to the celebration banquet.
“Uncle, come and push me.”
“Push a hammer.”
"snort!"
"noob"
“Are you yelling?”
“You can’t fight anymore.”
"good."
“If you fight again, I will tell your aunt and grandma.”
“Why.”
“If you are disobedient, they will worry about you getting into a fight.”
…”
“Do you know?”
“I’m not kidding.”
“Zhao Nao, if I fight again, I won’t be a human being.”
“Yes, the baby is cruel enough to me.”
Suddenly there were footsteps at the door. Xiaobai jumped up and ran to the door. Bai Jianping followed closely. Xiaobai happily called Boss Zhang.
When he rushed to the door, he saw Xiaobai congratulating Zhang Tan.
This Guawazi wouldn’t have waited so late just to congratulate Boss Zhang.
"Thank you"
Zhang Tan saw Xiaobai jumping around like a little magpie, so he suddenly picked her up.
Xiao Bai, who had just been so excited, was instantly stiff, and then a small fist swung over and hit Zhang Tan on the nose.
Zhang Tan sighed and quickly put Xiaobai on the ground, feeling like he was holding a little wild cat in his arms.
Xiaobai snorted arrogantly at first, and then asked with concern what happened to Boss Zhang and if it was okay.
Zhang Tan touched his nose. It didn't matter, it just hurt a little.
Xiaobai is not someone who can be hugged casually, and no one hugs him either.
Who will hold her? Grandma used to be able to hold her, but Xiaobai has grown up and can no longer hold her.
Ma Lanhua? She is not someone who can hold a child.
Xiaobai once again congratulated Boss Zhang on winning the prize and took the initiative to ask his uncle to go home.
“Bye~” When she left the yard, she turned back and waved to Zhang Tan.
Zhang Tan: "Bye, see you tomorrow."
The investor who wants to make a movie is named Sun Huaiwei, who is about 50 years old.
The two had a brief chat last night, and the next day they talked in detail. Zhang Tan learned that the other party was not a movie novice. He had invested in three movies before, but only as a small shareholder.
After several explorations, he made a lot of money. Today's film and television market is hot and at the forefront, so he wants to make it big and lead a movie.
It’s just that he doesn’t know much about movies and wants to make an Anti-Japanese War movie based on his grandfather.
Although many of the requests were whimsical, it was Zhang Tan's first film project after all, so he paid great attention to it, listened carefully, and asked for details from time to time.
Sun Huaiwei introduced his grandfather's deeds to him last night. At that time, the story was relatively rough, but this time it was much more detailed.
“How much are you prepared to invest?” Zhang Tan asked.
Sun Huaiwei: “A lot.”
Zhang Tan smiled and said: "If the investment is large, I can set up a grander scene. If the investment is small, it is not bad to take a small but refined route."
Sun Huaiwei thought about it and said: "It's between 80 million and 100 million."
This investment is not high. In the film industry, specifically in the Anti-Japanese War film, it is considered a low-cost small film.
Zhang Tan nodded and said yes, chatted with Sun Huaiwei for a while, said goodbye to each other and left.
After returning home, Zhang Tan sat down and started thinking about the script.
Sun Huaiwei wanted to tell his grandfather’s story about the Anti-Japanese War, but after Zhang Tan listened to his narrative, he found that there were not many bright spots.
Zhang Tan didn't plan to write about his grandfather's life. It was too lengthy and boring. He remembered that in his previous life, he had written a script called "Grandpa's War of Resistance" when he first debuted. Of course, strictly speaking, it was not his script, he just started it.
, made a foundation, and in the end the investor asked someone else to write the script, and it was a bad script.
But it was finally filmed, celebrities were invited to participate, and it was broadcast on satellite TV. The power of capital is really great.
To this day, when Zhang Tan thinks about this, he still finds it ridiculous.
He searched in his mind for the more famous Anti-Japanese War movies in his previous life. Leaving aside those anti-Japanese dramas, there were still quite a few good ones.
The sun gradually set from the window to the balcony in the afternoon. As evening approached, the temperature dropped rapidly. Zhang Tan finally chose "Eight Hundred".
This is an Anti-Japanese War film that takes place in Pujiang. The protagonist is a group of Chinese soldiers who stayed in Pujiang as the last military force during the Battle of Songhu and sniped at the Japanese army.
The reason why Zhang Tan chose this drama is that the story in it can be related to Sun Huaiwei's grandfather.
This drama has many difficulties and flaws, but the most difficult thing is the film's stance. If you praise these national troops who are still guarding the Sihang Warehouse, you will be criticized as clearing the ground for the incompetent national troops, especially the escaped general Sun Yuanliang.
.But if it is criticism and denial, some people will think that the huge sacrifices made by the soldiers of the Chinese army on the frontal battlefield are in vain and their conscience is destroyed.
Zhang Tan first had to solve this problem. He should not be crooked but not contradict history. To this end, he spent two days in the library looking up information and spent another three days writing the script.
This script is very different from the movie in the previous life. Only some particularly shining parts are retained, and other plot contents are written according to my own understanding.
He confidently made an appointment with Sun Huaiwei again and handed him the script to read. As a result, the first thing the guy said was: "It's too bland. There's not even one protagonist."
Zhang Tan looked at him to confirm whether he meant what he said.
The other party said confidently: "Without the protagonist, there is no sense of immersion. The times need heroes."
Zhang Tan smiled and held in one word in his heart: 日.
