"How about picking it up on the ground and taking a look first?" Wang Dalu said.
After all, Cui Dongyi and Shi San's team didn't understand the script of "Civet Flower" at all.
If they don't read a little bit, they won't be able to talk at all.
"Do you think we are garbage collectors?" Shi San said, rolling his eyes.
"I think so!" Wang Dalu sneered.
Damn, two dogs came to my place to beg for food. What happened to picking up garbage?
Don't pick it up if you can, turn right when you go out and get out!
"You guys go down and have a rest first, and then let's have some sparks after they get to know each other better." Wang Dalu said to a group of people who were about to stop eating.
Alas, these people are really bad. They are about to die suddenly after staying up all night. Their physical fitness needs to be improved.
After "Li Hua" is finished, I will take a break for half a year, do nothing, and find a few soldiers to train them. Well, that's it.
"Boss, please tell Zhang Fan to be careful. Don't damage the original manuscript. This is our hard work." One person looked at Zhang Fan who kept throwing manuscripts on the ground and said with distress.
"It's not like you threw your wife away, it won't break if you throw her away." Wang Dalu said with a glare.
What can you say about Zhang Fan?
The floor is clean and there are blankets. Even if your wife throws them, they won't be able to break them.
Anyway, Wang Dalu would not say it.
"What are you still doing? Waiting for me to pick it up? How sharp is your eyesight?" Wang Dalu glanced at Shi San and Cui Dongyi and said coldly.
"Haha!" Cui Dongyi and Shi San smiled coldly, turned around and shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Wait for me to go there in person? Have you fed your eyes to the dogs?"
Pick it up in person? How is that possible!
"Be careful, don't disturb Zhang Fan." The two warned.
After all, the young man in the room was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
They also want to enjoy themselves by pointing to "Ci Hua".
They had a hunch that this was their only chance in this life.
And "Civet Flower" is their peak.
No one can surpass it!
Soon, a group of people quietly opened the door and carefully picked up the manuscripts on the ground.
Time passes little by little, and the manuscripts on the desk become shorter almost every short period of time.
Very fast!
And Zhang Fan's hand almost turned into an afterimage.
"Whoosh!"
The whole office was filled with the sound of turning books.
And Wang Dalu’s snoring!
Cui Dongyi and Shi San, on the other hand, looked at Zhang Fan with big eyes and small eyes.
"Oh, I really envy these young people. Their hand speed is really amazing."
"Yes, but when we were young, we also had such speed. I don't envy you."
In this way, the two of them looked at the afterimage of Zhang Fan flipping through the book for more than six hours, until Zhang Fan threw away the last stack of A4 paper!
"Bring some paper and pen." Zhang Fan raised his head, closed his eyes, and lay down on the chair.
Countless words are flying in my mind.
After six hours of high-intensity concentration, even Zhang Fan was a little tired.
What's more, you still have to think about some issues at the same time.
"Immediately." Shi San and Cui Dongyi also stood up immediately.
They did not dare to disobey Zhang Fan at all!
Soon, the item was delivered to Zhang Fan, and it was written by Cui Dongyi and Shi San personally.
"Forget it, change the computer." Zhang Fan threw away the pen in his hand.
Damn, what era are you in, and you still use a pen to write? Isn’t the keyboard faster?
Can you write thousands of words per minute by handwriting?
Even if Zhang Fan is now top-notch in strength and hand speed, he still can't do it.
"Right away." Cui Dongyi and Shi San ran out in a hurry.
What does Zhang Fan want to do?
The one who reads the script, and the one who holds the pen and the computer!
After getting a computer for Zhang Fan, the two of them stood behind Zhang Fan, wanting to see what Zhang Fan wanted to do.
Really, they were very curious about Zhang Fan.
From the very beginning of the music festival, what Zhang Fan did was really amazing.
It can be said that as long as it is something that humans can do, Zhang Fan has nothing to do with it.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to stare at Zhang Fan for six hours without feeling bored.
"***pop!"
The crisp keyboard sound suddenly sounded.
Looking at the afterimage on the keyboard, Cui Dongyi and Shi San shivered at the same time.
Young people today are so scary.
How many years does it take to be single to develop this kind of hand speed?
Five hundred years?
Enough!
However, soon, the eyes of the two people stared.
Because at this time, several large characters appeared on the screen.
"Tacco Flower"!
Damn it, this guy Zhang Fan is going to write the script for Li Hua again?
Damn it, when did this guy change his career again?
This is what the screenwriter does.
Screenwriting, this is no easier than singing.
Separate lines are like mountains apart. It can be said that neither Cui Dongyi nor Shi San dare to touch this thing now.
Even if they have been directors for decades and have read scripts for decades.
They are really not good at writing scripts.
And Zhang Fan, just based on the script he just threw on a table, wanted to write "Ci Hua"?
How is that possible!
It feels like this guy is showing off!
Anyway, let's see how this guy writes.
Anyway, idle time is idle!
But soon, Cui Dongyi and Shi San rubbed their eyes.
Because, before their eyes, the screen was blurry.
The words jump from line to line very fast, making it hard to see clearly.
Three minutes later, Shi San and Cui Dongyi walked out of the office with pale faces.
Can you believe it if you get dizzy while watching someone type?
Anyway, Cui Dongyi and Shi San believe it now.
They even doubted whether Zhang Fan did it on purpose.
With such a typing speed, it’s just like typing randomly, right?
No matter what, Zhang Fan likes to show off, so let him do it.
Don't disturb this old man!
"What do you think?" Cui Dongyi and Shi San came to a group of screenwriters and asked.
"No, the things here are too messy and I can't figure out why. We have to wait for the people from the "Lihua" team to sort it out for us," one person said.
"Yeah, there's no beginning, let's look at the middle and we're completely dumbfounded." Others echoed.
"You losers, look at Zhang Fan, he's already writing the script for "Civet Flowers" right now." Cui Dongyi sneered.
Mom, if you are a waste, just admit that you are a waste. A group of screenwriters who have been working for decades can’t even organize things? Are you asking people from Wang Dalu to come?
Are you trying to tear down my platform?
When Wang Dalu found out about this, how many days did he not laugh at him?
"Impossible. It's just a lot of stuff. Let alone writing a script, it would take several months to read it. This guy Zhang Fan just came here in the morning. Don't think we don't know."
"That's right, boss, don't fool around. How old is Zhang Fan? When we wrote the script, he was still a cell nucleus."
"Boss, if Zhang Fan can write a script, I will stand on my head and eat cock. I will eat as much as you can."
"Boss, your words make us feel like we are useless."
A group of people sneered!
Zhang Fan is a genius, and he surpasses them both musically and academically. However, they definitely don't believe that Zhang Fan can write the script of "Civet Flowers" so quickly!
Absolutely impossible!
(I should be able to write another chapter) (To be continued)