Fang Jing remembered that when he was watching a variety show in his previous life, the famous director Chen Kaige once said that there is no shortage of good directors and actors in the industry, and the funds and technology are not bad in all aspects, but there is no good screenwriter or good script.
From 2015 until Fang Jing was reborn, six of the ten popular dramas in the TV drama field were adaptations. From the traditional literature at the beginning to the entry of online literature, it was a mess.
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The next day, in the Yuedian Group building, in a large conference hall that could accommodate hundreds of people, all the great masters who usually saw the light of day gathered together.
At home, everyone wears big pants and flip-flops. Today, they put on straight suits and they all look good.
Fang Jing had his hair cut again, with a 28-inch side parting, which made him look more mature. He paired it with a navy blue suit, which gave him a bit more youthful vitality.
He is already growing taller at this age. He is now 1.78 meters tall, which is not too low when wearing shoes. It will not be a big problem to break through 1.8 meters in two years.
He and Xu Shi sat in the last row early, and they were obviously just here to deal with the situation.
"Fang Jing, your outfit is a bit high-profile! Stay away from me, I don't want to be next to you."
Xu Shi turned his head and moved to the side.
There is no harm if there is no comparison. Originally, he thought he looked pretty good. Although he had gained some weight from not exercising in the past few years, it was not enough to look good next to Fang Jing.
The young man has strong facial features and full of energy. He looks thin when dressed, but looks muscular when undressed. He looks like a man wearing clothes.
The suit he wears does have a bit of the charm of Leonardo DiCaprio when he was young, but I don’t know if he will be able to use Zishui Qiang in a few years.
"Third uncle, please borrow it, let me squeeze in."
A tall man in his thirties, about 1.82 meters tall, walked over with his head buried in his notebook and sat down in Xu Shi's seat. Compared with him, Fang Jing's body suddenly became a size smaller.
"Wind chimes! Who did I think? Why did you bring all your notebooks? Why are you taking meeting minutes on the spot?"
"Fucking meeting minutes, I'm in the middle of a new book issue and haven't saved the manuscript. If I don't come here, where should I write? The meeting will continue in the afternoon. Maybe what time it will be when I get back."
"She will, she will!" Xu Shi clasped his fists, admiring him like the endless stream of a river.
Fang Jing was also convinced in capital letters. A boss is a boss. He is not an ordinary person who dares to write in such a situation. They are all leaders.
"You're welcome!" Feng Ling turned to look at Fang Jing, "What do you call this young man? He's so handsome that he could rival me."
"Hello, Mr. Wind Chime. I am the most handsome man in the world. I grew up under the influence of your books."
Fang Jing is really not bragging. Chen Jinpeng’s favorite author is Feng Chime Tian Xia. He has read every one of them and took the trouble to show them off to him.
Some time ago, in order to collect copyrights, he also deliberately studied the styles of these great masters. The best works in Feng Ling Tian Xia were about comradeship and funny scenes.
It is said that he was discharged from the army, so the strong brotherhood can be seen everywhere in the book. Originally, Fang Jing wanted to buy his book, Conquering the Nine Heavens, but gave up after looking at the word count.
The chapters are too long and not suitable for film and television adaptation, and the subsequent plot is a bit watery.
Feng Chime nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, hello, last year's hit Zhu Xian was you! Sure enough, you are quite handsome."
"Quiet! Now the meeting starts, everyone's mobile phones should be turned off or muted."
Fang Jing was about to speak when the leader above spoke, smiled and shook hands with the wind chime without saying anything.
"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"
Within two minutes, there was a crackling keyboard sound, and Fang Jing quietly moved a few positions to the side.
Feng Ling is worthy of being a veteran and does not give any face to the leadership. The person speaking above is Jianfeng, the editor-in-chief of Yuedian and one of the founders of the Yuedian website.
Many years ago, when there was no such thing as charging for online articles, the founders of Jianfeng were already great gods, and their serialized Tianya blog became extremely popular.
In terms of qualifications, they are definitely bronze-level figures. The third uncle who has been writing for ten years has to be called "senior" when he sees them.
“Da da da da da da!!!”
Wind Chime's hands were very fast, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and his ten fingers never stopped. It was dazzling, and he wrote three to four hundred words in a few minutes.
Tang San's highest record was eight thousand words in one hour. Fang Jing didn't know whether it was true or not, but the person in front of him was really fast, eh! He was also very fast.
Fang Jing covered his face and quickly moved a few positions before a black shadow walked past the wind chimes.
"Bang!" The notebook was closed, and a minute later there was nothing in front of the wind chime.
"Why didn't you two remind me?"
Xu Shi spread his hands and said, "The old thief has been staring at me. Don't dare. Besides, you don't want to keep a low profile. Be careful when I go back and cut off the recommendation for you."
"I'm not afraid of inferences, but it's a pity that I have more than a thousand words."
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"As we all know, there are not many authors who write about martial arts on our platform. Now even newcomers say that this is a scam channel. The royalties for a year are not as much as others who write about fairy tales for more than a month."
"Here I would like to commend our author Wen Wendao. He has been writing traditional martial arts for thirty years, from pen and paper to computers, and then to reading point."
"Two of Mr. Wen's works have been adapted for the big screen and have been praised by officials and microblogs. He also won a literary... award. Everyone applauded him."
Below, Fang Jing applauds him very much. Wen Wendao is now the number one martial artist. Although he is in the cold, his popularity is not lower than that of other great masters, and he is deeply loved by many middle-aged friends.
"Why are you so excited when you've been thrown into the street for thousands of years?" The wind chime remained indifferent and remained motionless on the chair.
Not just him, Fang Jing saw that many great people did not applaud, and some only gave them a few symbolic claps.
"What's going on?" Fang Jing looked at Xu Shi.
"What else can I do? I have criticized them!"
Feng Ling looked unhappy, "Is that criticism? He scolded me with a frown on his face. Most of the people here have not been criticized by him."
Xu Shi smiled bitterly and said to Fang Jingdao, "The old man couldn't see Ding Ding Ding at the beginning. For a period of time, he opened a single chapter every day, focusing on cities and fairy tales and fantasy."
"He is over sixty years old. No one dares to argue with him at this age. Everyone is irritated. The one who just made a move has already given him a lot of face."
The wind chime sighed, "Who says it's not the case? People are sitting at home, pots come from the sky. You said everyone can write their own good things, and the water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river."
"He himself doesn't make any money writing traditions, but apart from the rewards, it only costs 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a month. Does he want others to make no money like him?"
"They also say that we are a cancer in society, a shame on the Internet, and a bad teacher to young people."
Fang Jing's mouth twitched. The old man did go a bit too far. The online text is fast-food style, and there must be more content that is far from reality.
If you want to see something with connotation and insights into life, you might as well go to a bookstore and buy classics.
"Ahem!" Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Jianfeng did not continue to praise the old man.
"Here we would like to praise the author who is the most handsome in the world. Recently his new book was also released on the martial arts channel. He dares to try and does not rest on his laurels. This spirit is worth learning from everyone."
"Some authors eat one book until they die, and then they open new books of the same type..."
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