Finally, after patiently reading the script of "Unlucky Bear", Feng Dong took a breath, gently threw the script on the desk, and slid forward until he reached the other end of the desk, within reach of Zhang Tan.
Feng Dong leaned on the boss's chair, rubbed his eyes, looked sideways at a lucky bamboo on the desk, and remained silent.
Zhang Tan did not explain any more, and sat quietly on the chair, waiting for the team leader to think. The team leader is an old screenwriter, so there is no need for him to explain more. After reading the scripts of the previous episodes, he already has a clear understanding of the entire story and style.
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After a while, Feng Dong turned around, looked at Zhang Tan, and said: "There are eight people writing scripts for the project this time. Each group will recommend one. Once your script is submitted, it will not only represent
You yourself also represent our third screenwriting team, did you know?"
Zhang Tan: "I know, I have thought deeply about "Unlucky Bear", and I think it's okay."
Feng Dong had just figured it out and had an idea in his mind, so he immediately said: "I can't tell how your script will turn out. It may not pass the first level, or it may stand out because it's too special."
As Taiwan celebrates its 50th anniversary, writing the mascot as an unlucky bear not only requires the studio to have confidence, but also requires the TV station to accept it and be open-minded enough.
"What do you mean, team leader?"
Feng Dong: "Just hand this over."
Then he added: "What else should we do? There is no other choice at this time. We can't let the three groups not hand in the script."
These words seemed to be spoken to himself, to make the final decision for himself. Yes, even if he hesitated, it would be of no use. There was no other alternative but to hand over Zhang Tan's "Unlucky Bear".
"Leave the script here and I'll hand it in later," Feng Dong said.
"Thank you, team leader."
After Zhang Tan left, Feng Dong stood up, reached out and took the script on the edge of his desk in his hand again, flipping through it at will. If he really dares to write this Zhang Tan, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to pass my test?
He seemed to be giving himself confidence, so he read the script again, thinking of all the advantages. After saving enough, he stood up, took a sip of tea, went out, found his supervisor, and handed in the script.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the supervisor convened a meeting with the screenwriting team leaders to discuss the scripts. Each script was sealed and you could not see who wrote it.
Feng Dong was the first to come to the conference room. There was a stack of manuscript papers in front of his seat. He flipped through it and found the eight scripts for this review.
When he turned to the penultimate script, which was "Unlucky Bear," he felt a sudden surge in his heart and felt a little uneasy. He didn't know what everyone would think of it.
After the eight screenwriting team leaders arrived, the supervisor said: "Wait a moment, I also called Old Liu from the evaluation team."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Liu arrived. With everyone present, the supervisor introduced the importance of this project. Pujiang Film Studio and Pujiang TV Station are brother units. Brothers should celebrate with special care.
"Mr. Ma said that we can't make money on this project, but we must make it a high-quality product."
"Now you have 8 scripts on hand. We have called you here just for discussion. In the end, you will keep three scripts and talk to the author. You will keep two scripts and hand them over to the TV station."
The supervisor looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Let's read the script first. We'll go through it one by one in half an hour."
The conference room was noisy at first, but soon became quiet. Everyone lowered their heads to read the script, and for a while there was only the sound of paper being flipped.
Zhang Tan handed over the script to Feng Dong. He had been thinking about it and had no intention of doing anything else. In the afternoon, Jiang Rong came to the door and told him a piece of news. Old Liu was the leader of the script evaluation team.
, went to review the script, I told her before leaving.
Old Liu was approachable and got along well with young people, so it was really possible to tell Jiang Rong.
Jiang Rong didn't know that Zhang Tan had also written a script competition project. After hearing what Zhang Tan said, she felt jealous and immediately lamented that she and Zhang Tan were obviously classmates, but now she was still in elementary school, while Zhang Tan had already graduated from college.
.She decided to go back and talk to Lao Liu about whether to let her go and exercise instead of teasing her and pointing out a lot of problems every time she was evaluated.
Zhang Tan learned that he would be reviewing the scripts in the afternoon. He felt itchy in his heart. He didn't know if the results would be available today. He waited all afternoon and saw that the clock pointed to 5:30 and it was already off work. He thought that the results might not be until tomorrow. Feng Tan here
Dong's phone call came and he was asked to come over.
Zhang Tan knew that this was the result, and felt anxious, so he came to Feng Dong's office.
Feng Dong was standing in front of the window, drinking tea from a gray thermos cup and looking at the busy traffic downstairs.
"Here you are? Sit down." Feng Dong said, but he did not sit down. Instead, he walked around in front of the window. He had been sitting all afternoon and was tired.
"Team leader?" Zhang Tan asked.
"I reviewed your scripts this afternoon and finally selected two, including yours." Feng Dong said in a relaxed tone, without any trace of his previous anxiety.
Zhang Tan's hands hanging by his sides tightened, clenched into fists, and then relaxed for a moment.
Feng Dong continued: "Tomorrow at 9:30 in the morning, you will go to the supervisor. You may go to Pujiang TV Station to contact the other party. Whether you can finally be selected depends on the other party's intention. You have to be well prepared."
Zhang Tan nodded to express his understanding. The company chose two scripts just to give the TV station a choice. It is conceivable that the other script left behind must be different in style from "Unlucky Bear".
"Thank you, team leader, I will be ready."
"Go back and work hard, it will be very good."
When Zhang Tan drove to West Chang'an Street, he saw a small electric donkey turning to the entrance of Little Red Horse Academy and stopping.
Riding on the car was a fat man in trousers and a white shirt, protecting a little girl carrying a seven-star ladybug schoolbag. She was cute, confused, and looking like she was about to cry. It was Meng Chengcheng.
"Don't cry, baby, come in quickly, it's hot outside, and daddy has to go to work."
Meng Chengcheng's father gently wiped the sweat from his daughter's forehead, but left his face oily and shiny, and the back of his white shirt was wet.
The car drove away and parked in the underground parking lot of the urban village. Zhang Tan walked through the streets and alleys and returned to the academy.
When I went upstairs, I went to the activity area to take a look. The children were all playing here, and Xiaobai was shouting loudly about who wanted to be her chick.
What's going on? Zhang Tan just took a look and left, but stopped when he heard the words. It turned out that the children were playing eagle to catch chickens again. This time Xiaobai was not an eagle, but an old hen, protecting the chickens.
Meng Chengcheng, who had just arrived at the academy, stood alone blankly. Xiaobai recruited chicks and told Meng Chengcheng how to become an eagle.
Are you asking Meng Chengcheng to be an eagle?
Is this because she wants to tire Meng Chengcheng? She is so timid and cute, who else can she catch besides her own little tail?
"You want to be fierce, you know?"
Xiaobai is imparting experience. Regardless of whether she is an eagle or not, a child must be fierce so that others will not dare to bully her.
Meng Chengcheng looked at her blankly, as if he was reading a book from heaven.
"Do you know?...Cheng Cheng?! You're just saying something, don't be a dick...nod your head."
Meng Chengcheng finally nodded, with fear in his eyes, and held on to Xiao Bai's clothes.
Xiaobai took her little hand away and encouraged: "You don't want to catch me, you just want to eat me? I am a chicken mother, do you know what kind of bird you are? You are an eagle."
The chicks behind her asked one after another that this little eagle was too small and couldn't defeat chicks like them.
Xiaobai turned around fiercely and said loudly: "You guys bring me some melon seeds! I know a shovel! These are baby eagles, and big eagles are also grown up by baby eagles. If you want big eagles, I'll call the garden."
Auntie the principal is here. Auntie the principal will be a big eagle and eat you. Do you like it? Are you afraid?"
The chickens were quiet for a moment, and then chattered again, but no one questioned Meng Chengcheng that this little eagle was too small.
Zhang Tan looked funny and felt hungry, so he went back to his room to make dinner.
