Tan Gaohan didn't expect that Han Sen could write novels, but he was not used to electronic reading. When he came to the company for a meeting, he asked his assistant Mao Yuchen to increase the font size, print out a paper document, and merge it.
He wanted to see Han Sen's story creation ability, so he sat at his desk and read through it carefully.
As a result, the more I read, the more novel it became, and I even forgot to reply to Richard.
It wasn't until the company was about to hold a morning meeting that he put down the document without finishing it and turned around to go to the meeting first.
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"Sister Honghong, please come this way. Mr. Tan will finish the meeting soon."
Assistant Mao Yuchen invited Mo Honghong into Mr. Tan's office, smiled and helped pour tea, and chatted: "Sister Hong has been resting for so long, do you have any plans to make a new movie recently?"
"Yes, I have!"
Mo Honghong lamented while picking up her handbag to touch up her makeup: "It's a pity that I can't find a suitable script. There are too many love stories on the market, especially those idol dramas. Really, I felt sick to my stomach after reading them..."
…”
Mao Yuchen covered her mouth and snickered: "The market is like this. After all, producers need box office and ratings. But with Sister Honghong's box office appeal, there is no need to worry about this. Anyone who asks knows that you can handle any genre, and
As long as Sister Honghong is willing to film, Mr. Tan will naturally help you find a suitable script."
Mo Honghong took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket, took out one, lit it, and shook her head in the mist, "Come on, Lao Tan is focusing all his energy on the new guy, and he doesn't want to talk to me at all lately.
…”
Mao Yuchen smiled and put the tea next to Mo Honghong, "I don't dare to criticize high-level affairs. Sister Honghong, please rest here first. When Mr. Tan finishes the meeting, I will immediately notify Mr. Tan of your arrival."
"Go, go!" Mo Honghong waved her hand.
After Mao Yuchen left, Mo Honghong took out her WeChat account and saw "The King of Masked Singer" which was still in the top ten hot searches. She clicked her tongue and was quite interested. She clicked on the official WeChat account and saw that the other party was actually following it.
After realizing it, he also paid attention to him.
Then, she found a few highlight clips and was watching them with great interest when suddenly a message flashed across the notification bar, from the friend "The Masked Singer" whom she had just followed.
Mo Honghong was a little surprised. She clicked on the private message and smiled immediately.
The King of Masked Singer: "Wow, dear Sister Honghong, I didn't expect that you are also an audience of our show. Thank you for your attention. We intend to invite you to participate in the recording of "The King of Masked Singer". Do you have time here?
"
Mo Honghong: "Recording program? Guests or contestants?"
King of Masked Singer: "Of course you are a guest, but if you want to be a contestant, Sister Honghong, you can do it. You can send your singing demo and our director team will give you a reply after reviewing it~
~"
Mo Honghong: "Oh, it means that I am not qualified and I have been blocked."
The King of Masked Singer: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. We are responsible for the audience, and we are also responsible for you. Everyone knows that our program is full of masters, and the contestants are all top singers. If a contestant with average singing skills appears on the stage,
It's a very heavy blow to self-confidence..."
Mo Honghong: "Haha, let's talk about it another day."
The conversation ended and she continued watching the video.
After watching several contestant clips, Mo Honghong nodded repeatedly, "It's good, it's interesting, and the contestants all have two things to say."
She was a little curious about the identity of Angry Eyes King Kong, but she couldn't figure it out. Although she had met Li Ang many times in the company, she didn't have many conversations with him, so she was not very familiar with Li Ang.
Intuition tells it that this is not Lyon.
But under the video of Angry King Kong's performance, many netizens are using the name "Li Ang".
In addition to the angry-eyed King Kong, Daji's attitude of resisting and welcoming when singing made Mo Honghong feel inexplicably familiar. It seemed that she was a best friend from many years ago, and her singing voice was 60 to 70% similar.
As for the Prince of Lanling who was scolded the most, Mo Honghong had no impression of it, but the song "Jiangnan" was really moving. After hearing it, Mo Honghong started to open the Hanhai music platform and started looping the single.
“Circle, circle, circle, sweetness to me every day and every year~~”
She hummed for a while, stood up, opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and looked down from a dozen floors above, feeling that all living things were under her control.
"Not coming back yet?"
Mo Honghong took a sip of tea and looked at the time. Twenty minutes had passed.
She got up and wandered around Tan Gaohan's office for a while. Soon, her eyes were looking at the paper spread out on the desk, "Script?"
Mo Honghong thought it was a script, so she picked it up casually, leaning her round buttocks on the desk, sinking deep into it.
She lowered her head and started slowly
Oh, it turns out to be a novel!
[Mr. Justice Wargrave, who has recently retired from office, is sitting on a corner in the smoking room of the first-class carriage, puffing on his cigar and reading political news in The Times with great interest.
Wargrave put down the newspaper and looked out the window.
The train runs through the Somerset fields on the southwest coast.
He looked at his watch, there were still two hours to go...]
as time goes by.
Mo Honghong's anxious mood gradually calmed down, and she calmed down to read.
Soon, her eyes began to brighten.
She read quickly. Although there were only seven or eight chapters, Mo Honghong instinctively felt the difference in this story.
Nearly an hour passed.
Mo Honghong was completely immersed in the story.
I turned the last page and found it was empty.
"Gone?"
"So short?"
Having said that, a ball of fireworks suddenly burst out in Mo Honghong's heart.
Although this story is only half told, the rudiments of the story have already emerged.
Mo Honghong was astonishing with her career instructions, and she instantly tasted that a classic was about to be born.
The story is suspense and reasoning.
It tells the story of a serial murder case that happened on a desert island.
Eight strangers were invited to an island.
When they arrived, they were only greeted by a housekeeper and his wife.
During dinner, the gramophone in the dining room suddenly sounded, accusing these ten guests, as well as the housekeeper and his wife, of murder.
While everyone was panicking, one of the guests suddenly died.
This is where the nightmare begins.
Soon, they found a children's song in their room:
“Ten little Indian boys, running for food;
There is no way to save one of them from choking, and only nine out of ten are left..."
…
The psychological activities of many characters in the article are described in long paragraphs, which is close to the stream of consciousness. If you want to film these contents, you will undoubtedly need a top director team to guide and create secondary works.
But it’s not difficult. What’s important is the sense of imagery and suspense presented by this story.
It once sent chills down my spine.
The more Mo Honghong read, the more excited she became. At this moment, she even felt like she was getting an electric shock in her heart. She was inexplicably excited.
Until she finished reading the last page, she felt someone singing the nursery rhyme softly in her ears...
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Tan Gaohan came back from the meeting, opened the door and walked in. At first glance, he saw Mo Honghong leaning on her desk in a daze.
At this time, Mo Honghong's eyes flashed with excitement from time to time, and it was obvious that his brain was in an extremely active state.
Tan Gaohan was wondering.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a stack of papers in Mo Honghong's hand, and his expression suddenly became clear.
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