Wang Dalu, Shi San, Cui Dongyi, their eyes almost fell out.
They even wondered if they were dreaming.
Is this really a script written by Zhang Fan?
How can a rookie who has never done anything like this write something like this?
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Old Wang, did you arrange this?" Shi San asked in disbelief.
He wouldn't believe it even to death, Zhang Fan could have written this.
He has been a director for so many years and has read countless scripts. Although he cannot write them himself, his level of appreciation is absolutely no problem.
A script like this could definitely be ranked in the top five among the scripts he had seen in his life.
It was definitely Wang Dalu who asked his team to write it.
It must be!
This bitch must be here to stimulate him.
At the same time, Shi San glanced at the group of screenwriters on Wang Dalu's side. Seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, Shi San wanted to hit them.
Mom, why don't you become an actor?
"Lao Wang, this is because you are being unkind. Lao Shi and I don't want anything. We just want to work with you to make this drama perfect. You are causing trouble." Cui Dongyi said
.
"Go away, do you think I have such leisurely intentions?" Wang Dalu cursed.
As the initiator of "Civet Flowers" and the original creative person, Wang Dalu has an extremely thorough understanding of "Civet Flowers".
And the script in my hand now is simply perfect!
From the very beginning, the fighting power of Zhang Fan and his group was fully demonstrated.
Every picture is great!
I don’t know how much better this is than those ideas last night.
Oh my god, was this really done by Zhang Fan?
Why does Zhang Fan never do anything that has anything to do with people!
Really, at this moment, Wang Dalu's heart was already filled with shock.
"Shut up, don't talk." Seeing Shi San still wanting to beep, Wang Dalu immediately slapped the table.
A good start does not mean that the entire script is good.
Anyone who disturbs him from reading the script will be beaten to death.
"Whoosh!"
In the huge conference room, the only sound was the turning of books.
Ten minutes!
Half an hour!
Two hours!
It was not until five hours later that Wang Dalu and his group gradually let go of the script in their hands.
There was a shocked expression on everyone's face.
Especially the people on Wang Dalu's side, their mouths are enough to stuff a goose egg!
"I think this script is very good. We all watched the live broadcast yesterday. The group of people is very strong and fits it very well." Luo Dazhuang said.
"Well, I agree very much. There is no need to modify this script at all. Moreover, modifications are time-consuming and labor-intensive. Maybe the modified things will not be as good as this one."
"Yes, if there are too many people, there will be more and more opinions. After all, everyone has different ideas. Once they collide, there will be sparks, but I guess the final result will not be as good as this script."
A group of screenwriters all agreed.
Even on Wang Dalu's side, many people agree.
The one who didn't say anything was the one who yelled fiercely at first.
Too embarrassed to speak.
It's hard to say, I can't say it in good conscience.
Saying okay is a slap in the face.
When I think about what you said to them just now, it's true that they now want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
How shameless!
The next moment, a group of people looked at Zhang Fan.
Damn it, Zhang Fan won’t hear it, right?
Zhang Fan won't come to trouble them later, right?
After all, it is Zhang Fan who is right now.
The script is still in their hands.
This thing is based on real evidence.
"Boss, are you sure you didn't ask someone else to do this?" someone suddenly asked.
After all, if you want to write such a script, it may not even take a few hours, let alone a few months.
They really didn't believe that Zhang Fan could write this.
After all, Zhang Fan only came to the company in the morning.
There are so many script manuscripts, and it will take several months to read them.
Not to mention adding it.
Wang Dalu glared angrily: "Who am I? I've already written it, so why am I going to make a big show of it? I'm going to double your salary? Double your year-end bonus?
How about I ask these two to rush out to help?"
Mom, I almost had a heart attack last night, okay?
But there was one thing he said that he really didn't believe.
"The computer looks like our company's computer. Who gave it to Zhang Fan?" Wang Dalu asked.
"I gave it to you." Cui Dong's mouth twitched.
"Are you sure it was written by Zhang Fan himself?" Wang Dalu asked.
"How the hell do I know." Cui Dong rolled his eyes.
"So, what's next? Has the script been finalized?" Shi San asked.
"I think it's okay. What else do you want to say?" Wang Dalu nodded and looked at the group of screenwriters in front of him.
It’s full of bad reviews!
You are a bunch of rubbish, what use are you!
Look at Zhang Fan, how long did it take?
Look at you again, no matter what you do, you’re number one!
Come on, keep fucking me!
"Ahem, no problem!"
"If time is not tight, I think we can fine-tune it. After all, there are still some things that are not perfect."
"Well, the main body doesn't move. I think some small details can be improved. After all, there is strength in numbers."
A group of people said unnaturally.
At this time, Zhang Fan walked out holding the computer.
"Are you okay?"
"Okay, okay!" A group of people nodded fiercely.
Especially the screenwriters under Wang Dalu were all so guilty that they didn't dare to look up at Zhang Fan.
When it comes to fine-tuning, I dare not admit that Zhang Fan's script is too perfect.
Otherwise, what is the meaning of their existence?
To make up the numbers?
Come on, they are also top screenwriters after all, so Wang Dalu can’t let Wang Dalu think they are trash.
"Well, let's take a look at the few versions of the script I revised. While you are reading the script, I am also free." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
???
At this moment, the entire conference room was silent again.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan with frightened expressions.
Fuck, we just said that you need fine-tuning, and you come out and slap us in the face?
Hey, brother, we haven't offended you, have we? Are you like this?
And, how many editions are there?
Are you sure you're not joking?
How many versions! How long has it been?
Just over five hours, right?
We have only read the script once, how many times have you revised it?
Intentionally?
Are you looking for trouble? Fuck!
Really, at this moment, the screenwriter under Wang Dalu has ten thousand alpacas running wildly in his heart.
Zhang Fan's behavior was definitely intentional.
Nima, why are you a rich man doing this in our company?
OK, why are you writing a script?
Did you write the script?
You are an actor, brother, and we are the screenwriters.