At the Imperial Capital International Airport, a plane flying from Lingang City landed slowly.
After An Qi landed, she immediately turned on her phone and called Shao Fei.
But there was a busy tone on the other end of the phone.
Thinking that maybe he was filming, I didn't think much about it.
Taking the special car arranged by Zhong Wenjing, the three of them went straight to Xidu Jiaming Culture Co., Ltd.
When An Qi came back this time, she felt very different. From being an extra in the past to being an actor now, from being a novice who didn't know anything, to now being a newcomer who is just beginning to get a glimpse of the industry.
First, he went to the Human Resources Department, said hello to Yang Wanjun, and asked her to notify other departments to hold a meeting.
Yang Wanjun looked at An Qi, "How is your health? I heard you were sick last time. If Sister Jing hadn't stopped me, I would have flown over."
"Thank you, Sister Jun, for your concern. Look at me, I'm so alive."
Angel turned around in a circle, and the hem of her skirt also formed a circle with the wind.
"Okay, you go to the conference room first. Mr. Guo and Director Er will be there soon."
After saying that, Yang Wanjun left.
"An Qi, if you want to modify the script, you must mention it later. Don't worry, Mr. Guo likes to hear the truth."
Zhong Wenjing asked An Qi.
An Qi nodded. This movie script was her debut. She had been reading the script for nearly a week.
In the November sign-in reward, on the first day you get the script, you will unlock a new golden reward, script understanding level 1.
[Script Understanding] lv1, reaching the third-rate screenwriter's understanding of the script. Use it once a week to mark problematic content and improve it.
In the past few days, An Qi first used script understanding to mark the dense red problem points on the script.
Then I kept studying the problem points provided by these systems. There were problems that I would never have thought of if it weren't for the system.
For example, during the war years, it was a luxury for women to wear clothes with pudding. How could there be details about wearing high heels on the battlefield?
Or on the battlefield, she played the role of a female director carrying a submachine gun and sweeping away thousands of troops.
I have made detailed records, and I hope they can be modified.
After a while, my big boss, Mr. Guo, and the bespectacled Director Er came over.
There was also a man in clothes walking with him, holding a laptop in his hand.
"An Qi, I haven't seen you for a month. You've lost weight. It must be very hard on the set," Mr. Guo said with a smile.
It seems that the news of my illness only reached the HR manager. If an artist is sick, the boss will not be concerned, unless you are a very important artist.
"Thank you, Mr. Guo, for the compliment. I hope to lose more than 90 pounds."
An Qi stood up and gave Mr. Guo a costume drama ceremony.
"Hahaha, you little girl is doing this to salute the emperor. I can't stand it."
Mr. Guo laughed and waved his hands repeatedly.
Director Er said at this time, "Okay, everyone, hurry up, I haven't even written a character in this drama yet."
Yang Wanjun said quickly, "Yes, yes, everyone, please sit down and chat again. I, the director, should be anxious."
Everyone then sat down. Just as An Qi was about to sit down, she was pulled by Aunt Jing and pointed at the water glass with her eyes.
Only then did An Qi notice that in this conference room, she was the most junior person.
He quickly went to the tea table and brought some water.
Mr. Guo looked at the graceful An Qi and nodded frequently, "An Qi, stop doing the work, just ask someone else to do it."
Zhong Wenjing said, "Mr. Guo can't bear to part with him. He is really an artist in his own family. He feels bad when he sees him serving tea and pouring water. It's really hard for me as an agent."
"Wen Jing, what are you talking about? I paid a lot of money to invite you because of my reputation."
After a few jokes, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became lively.
An Qi also sat back down and took out her script, with dense notes tucked into it.
Mr. Guo spoke first, "Okay, the main focus of today's meeting is the company's first movie, "Bright Gun", directed by Er, starring Angel as the heroine. By the way, let me introduce it to you."
Point to the middle-aged man holding the notebook.
"He is the screenwriter of our company and he is also famous, Wang Zeng"
An Qi stood up and stretched out her hand, "Hello, Brother Wang, I am An Qi."
Wang Zeng also stood up immediately and shook hands in a friendly manner, "Wang Zeng, Zeng who is growing."
"Okay, An Qi, let's talk first. Wen Jing said you've been reading this script for a long time."
An Qi stood up and was about to say something when she saw Mr. Guo waving his hand and motioning for her to sit down.
"Then I'll do my best and present my ideas in front of a few big guys."
As she spoke, An Qi began to turn over her script.
"Here, Xiangxiu was rescued by the company commander. It is said that she was the only survivor after the Japanese massacred the village. This is unscientific. I think it can be written that several of the villagers hid in a ravine in order to deliver supplies and were killed.
A small group of Japanese soldiers discovered it, and then the company commander appeared."
Director Er, Mr. Guo, and Wang Zeng listened carefully, with approval in their eyes.
After An Qi said this, she looked at the three people opposite and did not dare to continue.
Er Dao smiled and said, "Go on."
An Qi pursed her lips and continued talking.
"Also here, the war background should not be written as if both sides are evenly matched. For example, if the enemy is strong and we are weak, it can better express the theme of the drama. Therefore, the leader's independent regiment should not have cannons in the early stage."
"Also here, although the leader is a soldier, he has never been in love. When he meets a woman who takes the initiative, he should be shy instead of saying I love you, I like you. This is obviously a love affair."
"Hahaha, old fritter, that's how I came up with this word," Mr. Guo laughed hahaha.
"Keep talking, Angie"
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Time passed quickly, from two o'clock to six o'clock in the afternoon, and Angel only talked about half of the problem points.
An Qi was still excitedly preparing to continue talking, but Mr. Guo stretched out his hand to stop her.
"Excuse me, An Qi, it's already six o'clock. You are young and don't worry about being hungry. We two old guys are already hungry."
"Really? Director Er" patted Director Er on the shoulder.
Director Er also agreed.
"An Qi, put your things here first. Let's go out for dinner and catch up with Wen Jing and you. Xiao Wang, you can get off work. You will be the main force when we change the script tomorrow."
Wang Zeng left in a sensible manner without showing any displeasure.
Zhong Wenjing stood up and rubbed her neck, "I'm so exhausted, Mr. Guo, I have to kill you tonight."
"No problem, I'll treat you tonight"
A group of five people got into the company's business car and prepared to go to a restaurant for dinner.
"Wen Jing, I heard that An Qi is your closed disciple, the last artist?"
Seeing the silence in the car, Mr. Guo took the initiative to open up the topic.
"Yeah, seeing this girl An Qi, I have the idea of hitting the highest level again."
"The highest level? What is that?"
An Qi had questions in her mind, but she held back and didn't say anything. She could only keep this action in mind and ask again when she had the opportunity.