Jiangbei Film and Television City is a special place. It is not only a paradise for bit actors and wild screenwriters, but also a paradise for many film and television companies.
Because it is close to the film and television city, many film and television companies choose to rent nearby and set up their companies here.
Some wild screenwriters and group actors also learned this trick and registered a leather bag company so that they could package themselves better.
The leader of the extras can use this to negotiate conditions with the crew and show that he is legitimate, so that his extras can be rented out better.
Screenwriters rely on registering such companies in the hope of selling their scripts better.
Therefore, the film and television companies in this place are hard to distinguish between the real and the fake, and they only deceive those extra actors and wild screenwriters who hope that they can get ahead.
Before coming here, Chu Han had almost figured out the situation here.
Therefore, when he walked into the crowded movie and television city with his script and was approached by others asking if his script would sell, he ignored them at all.
Those leather-covered film and television companies run by wild screenwriters not only write their own scripts every day, but also buy scripts.
Because individual screenwriters don’t have a company, they don’t have enough credibility. But if a company has enough credibility, they can take back the script from the individual wild screenwriter at a low price, and then go to the director to try to sell it.
As long as one copy is successfully sold, it will be worth ten copies they received.
Of course Chu Han didn't think his script was very good. Although this script created miracles in the previous world, it didn't mean it could still create miracles in this world.
Some works are very popular after they are created, but no one cares about them three or two years later. Some works are created but no one cares about them, but they suddenly become popular after three or two years.
The market is the most elusive thing. Even if the script in his hand is excellent, Chu Han would not dare to call it an excellent book. The real excellence lies in the response caused by the script after it is filmed and put on the market.
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Putting aside whether it is good or not, Chu Han's biggest headache now is to sell the script in his hand and earn the first initial capital so that he can move to a comfortable place. If he still lives here,
I can tolerate this place, but my daughter certainly can't.
In order to allow his daughter to meet him, Chu Han must find a way to make money.
"Brother, are you selling the script?"
Another person came over and talked to Chu Han.
"That's right."
"What script can you show me?" the man asked.
Chu Han suddenly became alert and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm from Honghuo Film and Television Company. Our company specializes in accepting high-quality scripts. The price is high, but I want to see the quality."
What a bastard name, what a wretched face, the last person who came to Chu Han to accept the script was like this, and reported a bastard company and the words "high price" to attract him.
As a man who has lived two lifetimes and is used to the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, how could he be blinded by the other party's words and deeds?
"How high?"
"Fifteen thousand words."
"Go away and play. My script only has 50,000 words in total. It took me six hours to write it. You actually only want to buy it for 750?" Chu Han said with a look of disdain.
Similarly, when the other party heard that Chu Han wrote 50,000 words in six hours, he immediately lost interest.
Nearly 10,000 words in an hour. Let’s not talk about the real or fake hand speed. What could be written at this speed? You can’t even read an online novel like this, let alone a script that requires every word to be carefully crafted?
But Chu Han really doesn’t need to polish every word. He can just copy the outline once he has made it. After all, the plot is in his mind. He may need to conceive the lines and scenes and add some of his own things, but things like split shots and scene transitions are still not there.
Didn't you come just by opening your mouth?
Six hours is indeed an exaggeration. Chu Han stayed up all night to finish writing the script.
He is reborn, but he does not have a system, nor is he a fool, nor does he have the photographic memory like other male protagonists in time-travel novels. He cannot be like a movie he watched more than ten years ago, even the lines, scenes and details.
He remembered it clearly, so this script is bound to contain a lot of his own stuff, but as long as the outline is the same, the script can't be much different.
The other party had lost interest in Chu Han's script, and it was impossible for Chu Han to sell his script for 750 yuan. Both parties passed by each other with their own disdain.
Just when Chu Han had not gone far, the man just now ran back and grabbed Chu Han.
"Dude, wait a minute."
"What's wrong? I won't sell it for seven hundred and fifty!" Chu Han firmly stood his ground.
The man smiled slightly, and even more vulgarly, he said disdainfully: "Brother, I don't want a six-hour, fifty-thousand-word script. I don't want seventy-five. It's no different from waste paper. But I know that since you are here, you must hope
Let’s sell the script.”
"Well, of course, I believe in the quality of my script."
"Come on, there are dozens of screenwriters seeking investment in the film and television city every day, and they all believe in their own scripts. Even one of them may not succeed in a month."
"Oh, then why did you stop me?"
"cooperate!"
"cooperate?"
The man raised his head and looked around, took Chu Han to a place with few people, took out a pack of cigarettes, grabbed one, and handed it to Chu Han.
Chu Han took it skillfully, and the two of them started puffing away.
The man said: "Brother, tell me the truth, did you really write that script in six hours?"
"You're kidding, it took me all night." Chu Han said.
The man was silent for a while, 50,000 words, six hours and one night. In fact, the level of fuck-up is the same. What he wrote must not be read.
"Can you show me your script?" the man asked again.
"No, I'm afraid that if the script you gave me is copied, then I won't have anywhere to cry." Chu Han sneered.
He is not a newbie who has just entered the society. No matter whether the other party has this intention or not, he must take precautions in advance.
The man waved his hand, took out a business card and handed it to Chu Han.
Chu Han took it and took a look and found that it was actually the president of the film and television company, named Zhang Kai.
There is nothing on the entire business card except your name, position, and company name.
"What does this mean?" Chu Han asked suspiciously.
Zhang Kai smiled and said: "I just want to prove to you that I am indeed from a film and television company. I am here to discuss a cooperation with you."
"Tell me what kind of cooperation you want." Chu Han smoked a cigarette and sat down on the curb, wanting to hear what kind of cooperation the person in front of him wanted to talk about.
Zhang Kai shook the business card in his hand and said: "This company just opened today. I have collected scripts for three days, and not a single one has been returned. I'm telling you the truth, I have resources, and there is someone who has the ability."
Qian’s rich second generation came to me to buy a script, but I really can’t find the script, so I want to try it with yours.”
Chu Han took a deep drag on the cigarette, his eyes deepened, and he said nothing, waiting for Zhang Kai's next words.