"If there is nothing that needs to be modified, I will submit it directly to the review department." Murakami Iori turned off the TV with the remote control, turned to look at his two fellow creative team members, and asked with a serious face.
Chihara Rinto shook his head and said that he had no objection, and this was not mainly a question to him. Under the production bureau system, the editing power is in the hands of the producer, and the director can grab it based on his seniority. The screenwriter basically has no say in this aspect.
Right.
This was mainly a question to director Fujii Arima, and Fujii Arima had already participated in the editing. Naturally, he couldn't have much of an opinion. He said directly: "Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Murakami, let's just submit it for review!"
Murakami Iori nodded, took out the video tape, locked it in a small box, and carried it in his hand. Instead of leaving in a hurry, he sat down at the table and asked with some hesitation: "Do you think the ratings... will
Are you welcome?"
Neither Fujii Arima nor Chihara Rinto said a word, and Murakami Iori didn't ask any more questions. The room was silent for a while, like a cemetery.
From a professional perspective, the quality of this film is quite high, far exceeding the standard of ordinary night dramas. However, the problem is that the audience is not professional, and their tastes are all kinds of strange. No one can guarantee whether they will like it or not.
Even Chihara Rinto, a time traveler, can't do it. The film is well shot, the soundtrack and editing are also good, and the theme song is just so-so (mainly because he doesn't have the money to hire a good singer). In his opinion, it is better than the original version, but
Whether the ratings will be good or not, who knows how the audience will react to such a big change.
Do you watch it with gusto or sneer at it?
It’s hard to say! It’s hard to say!
After a long time, Fujii Arima took out cigarettes and handed one to Chihara Rinto. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should give it to Murakami Iori, but Murakami Iori took the initiative and took it, and also took the lighter.
, lit the fire a little awkwardly, first lit it for Fujii Arima, and then wanted to light it for Chihara Rinto, but Chihara Rinto shook his head and refused. He just wanted to smell the fragrance of tobacco, so as not to be overwhelmed by second-hand smoke.
Iori Murakami didn't force him, she lit it herself, took a sip and immediately started coughing.
The more confident you are in your work, and the more you have not put in any effort, the more effort you put in, the more worried you will be that all your efforts have been in vain, and you will feel so entangled and painful that it is difficult to express it in words.
They have done everything they can and tried their best, but the moment before the results come out, the pressure will be greater and the hearts will be more depressed. Iori Murakami put on heavy makeup to cover up the dark circles under her eyes.
, but the effect was not very good. Her face was obviously a little swollen, her eye sockets seemed to be sunken, and the shadows were thick. Fujii Arima failed to quit smoking and started smoking again.
Currently, the only one who is relatively normal in their iron triangle is the wild newcomer Chihara Rinto. However, without the psychological comfort of "historical achievements", he may not be so normal.
The pressure is huge!
Murakami Iori took a puff and then watched, while Fujii Arima finished the cigarette in three or five puffs, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sighed and asked: "Can I give you some more support in the station?"
?”
Their new film needed promotion, but the broadcasting department gave a 30-second trailer for the new film at the end of the original late-night drama "House of Horror", and then it disappeared.
Murakami Iori shook his head with a gloomy expression: "I applied, and I also asked the same person to help me put in good words, but it is said that we can't schedule it. The winter season has just started, and there is no extra time for us to promote it."
“Can’t we give you another 15-second commercial?”
"No more."
"Can you temporarily adjust the time slot during the first broadcast and let the ten o'clock slot give us a preview?"
"I asked, but no."
Fujii Arima was mentally prepared, but the cold reality still made him feel uncomfortable. Late-night dramas are really stepmothers, and they don’t get anything they want!
The atmosphere in the room became heavier. Although the photo was taken well, I just felt unsure.
Iori Murakami also pressed her cigarette into the ashtray, managed to cheer up, and said with a smile: "It will premiere tomorrow night. Do you want to watch it together? If so, I will buy a few cans of beer in advance."
"I can't do it, I want to write a script." Chihara Rinto first refused. No matter whether you watch it or not, nothing can be changed. It is better to carry out the original plan and go home to continue working. Even thinking about the plan after the attack is better.
That one is strong.
Fujii Arima also shook his head and said: "I won't watch it either. There will be filming the next day, so I want to go to bed early."
Iori Murakami sighed: "Okay, let's wait until the ratings come out."
"It can only be the."
"Don't be too stressed. You have to do your job well tomorrow. Even if the ratings at the beginning of the season are not good, don't worry about anything. We won't fight for one day or another."
Fujii Arima nodded, while Chihara Rinto was unable to complain. Don't comfort us. You seem to be the most stressed, and your face is swollen. Go home and have a good sleep, otherwise you may turn into a pig's head tomorrow.
He sighed and said: "Miss Murakami, don't be too stressed, everyone is watching you!"
"I understand!" Murakami Iori nodded heavily.
The three of them pounced on the one who took the blame, and secretly locked themselves in the room to comfort each other for a while. They helped each other reduce stress, but it was hard to say whether they had reduced stress or not. Their friendship level had improved a lot, and they looked at each other a little bit.
So cordial.
In a sense, this can be regarded as sharing weal and woe.
After talking about the business and comforting each other, Fujii Arima stood up first, stretched out, and said with a helpless smile: "Go home, otherwise you will be fine, and my wife will be verbose again!"
After saying that, he took the lead and walked out. It was indeed time to leave. Today's shooting did not go well. He stayed in the studio until around eight o'clock in the evening. When he was about to leave, Iori Murakami dragged him over to watch the film. It took a lot of time.
It will be almost two hours, and if we don’t leave, there won’t even be a tram.
Chihara Rinto and Murakami Iori followed him downstairs without saying a word. Murakami Iori carried the box to the main building and directly submitted the film for review and then submitted it to the broadcasting review and supervision department. The supervision department operates a 24-hour shift system, and there are people at all times.
Chihara Rinto said goodbye to Fujii Arima at the gate. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He took a closer look and found that it was security guard Maekawa Kenichiro.
Kenichiro Maekawa smiled and shouted from a distance: "Qianhara-san, I heard that your show is about to be broadcast. I wish your work a great sale in advance."
They, the security guards, think Chihara Rinto is a bit of a legend. He hangs around outside the gate, and somehow wanders into the set, and even becomes the chief screenwriter. Recently, when they have nothing to do, they talk nonsense, and they often talk about him, and they all feel like this
The boy is a bit evil.
Chihara Rinto had a pretty good impression of this group of security guards. If it weren't for the information they provided, he wouldn't have been able to fool such a good producer as Iori Murakami. Even if he wasn't in a good mood, he didn't want to ignore them and walked over directly.
He leaned against the window and said with a smile: "If it really sells well, I'll treat you to drinks again."
"Then it's settled!"
"It will definitely sell well, come on!"
"There's a late-night drama tomorrow night, right? We'll watch it!" The security guards responded to him with a confused smile.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Chihara Rinto smiled and thanked her repeatedly, but whether these people watch or not has basically no impact on the ratings. It is a large-scale automatic census. Three or five TVs cannot affect the overall situation, but in the end
It's a goodwill gesture that cannot be ignored.
After chatting for a while, he continued walking home, got off the bus, and then set foot on the commercial street of the town area.
He walked slower and slower, and kept looking up at the sky. Unfortunately, he could only see the crescent moon and Jupiter. The light pollution in Tokyo was very serious, otherwise he should still be able to see the constellation Aries.
Finally, he stopped not far from the restaurant, which was not closed yet and had a warm light.
He kind of wanted to go in and have a look. He was very lonely in this foreign country and had not made many friends in life. Now he was under high pressure and wanted to find someone to talk to.
In other words, he wants to meet his "girlfriend".
Unfortunately, that's not the case. It doesn't make any sense to use a stranger as a substitute.
He stopped there for a while, then went directly back to the apartment to complete his career plan.
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The approach of the premiere not only has a huge impact on the people in the creative team, but also has a certain impact on the people in the ordinary working team. This is related to whether they work as part-time workers or as long-term workers in this crew. If the ratings are not good, the show will be cut in half, they will have to work separately.
Find the crew, otherwise you have to go back and collect your half-dead salary.
And there is also a question of qualifications. Whether you have been a makeup artist for two years on a nationally popular drama or for two years on a show that no one watches, it is written on your resume, but there is a huge difference.
Seriously affect future income.
Personal interests were at stake, and people's hearts were agitated. During the day, many small mistakes were made that should not have been made, which greatly slowed down the progress of the shooting. Fujii Arima became furious, and the atmosphere was very tense. In the end, Murakami Iori had to rush to the studio in person to finish the battle.
She really turned into a pig head, her face was swollen again, and she looked like a white-faced ghost who couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes were bloodshot, which probably made her sleepless all night.
Chihara Rinto didn't want to stay here and cause trouble, so he went back to his headquarters to continue writing. At four o'clock in the afternoon, his eldest disciple Michiko came, also with a heavy expression on his face.
They had been getting along for more than a week. Although the communication was not in-depth, they were already relatively familiar with each other. Chihara Rinto asked directly: "What's wrong with you?"
Michiko sat at her desk, took out a comic and said, "It will premiere tonight."
"Are you feeling stressed?" Qianyuan Rin felt warm in his heart. He felt that this disciple was okay. He finally had some conscience and knew how to worry about his master.
Maybe buy her another burger?
"Yes." Miqianzi's delicate little face was full of melancholy: "What if I become popular, what will I do in the future? My mother will definitely be even crazier..."
Qianhara Rinto, ignore her, go ahead and eat your vegetables! The master is worried that the ratings are not good, he will not be able to make the first pot of gold, and he can’t even swallow instant noodles, but the apprentice is here worried that the ratings are too good,
It will cause her to act in more dramas...
You evildoer!
It has been more than ten days since I relaxed. Should I start thinking about expelling this evildoer?
He was busy thinking about work there, and soon the villain's relaxation time came. He reluctantly left and went home to eat her vegetable leaves, while the hands on the clock slowly approached the number 12...