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Chapter 192 The script goes

"I'm talking about Zhang Zhong, the fifth-grade vegetative person who just won the China Youth Literature Award for writing "The Worry-Free Grocery Store."

The boss looked at the limerick above carefully again, but still didn't understand what the poem meant. He frowned and said, "The words are very good, but this poem...where did you come from?"

"He wrote it in my teaching room. Didn't the teacher have someone come over to check in the past two days? This is what happened..." Zhang Huaizhen told Zhang Zhong how he came over and recognized him.

After he finished speaking, the boss looked at the limerick again and got a taste of it. He didn't understand the meaning of the limerick just now, but now he understands that this poem is a satire on Zhang Huaizhen.

But looking at Zhang Huaizhen's expression, he was quite happy. The boss secretly thought, this person is really shameless.

The boss tapped his fingers on the table and asked, "Then what do you want to do now? Sell this word? No one may believe that it was written by Zhang Chong."

"Of course we won't sell it. We can frame this word and hang it at the door, put a big advertisement on it, and say it was written by Zhang Chong himself." Zhang Huaizhen said with a smile.

"Is this okay?"

"Why not? This is what Zhang Zhong wrote in his own hand. We are not lying."

The boss thought for a while and finally decided, "Okay, let's try it first."



In the study, Zhang Zhong was watching "Ten Little Indian Boys" over and over again. Huayi was about to start formal preparations for the movie. Wen Jinjiang also called. Although he didn't urge him directly, he understood the meaning, so he did this.

The script on the side will also need to be sped up.

He had only taken a few screenwriting classes, and of course he was still a novice at writing scripts. However, he had read a lot of script samples and was already familiar with the basic format of scripts.

Because "Ten Little Indian Boys" didn't require many changes, it wasn't too difficult to come up with the script. He just had to follow the plot and follow the normal script format.

Wen Jinjiang also knew this, so he handed over the script to him. And the reason why he handed it over to him was not because the original author had a deeper understanding of the work as Wen Jinjiang said before. Wen Jinjiang's main purpose was to

Do a gimmick.

When Zhang Zhong reviewed the novel, he also reviewed the British drama "No One Survived", but he found that there was nothing good to learn from, and the adaptation of the drama version was not clever.

Maybe it's for the convenience of taking pictures, but many places are not explained clearly enough.

Zhang Zhong respects the original work and has figured out the plot of the novel. As for whether it is good or not, that is not something he should consider, but Wen Jinjiang should consider it.

However, even simply figuring out the plot is not an easy task. Many things that can be reflected in novels are difficult to express in the form of scripts. Zhang Zhong can only check the information and explore on his own, trying to find a reasonable

way.

The most difficult thing is the large number of psychological descriptions in the book. The simplest and crudest way is of course to use narration or character monologues, but if you do this, the entire movie may be filled with various monologues.

How to replace mental activities with some details is a problem that Zhang Zhong needs to solve.

Fortunately, there is still time, so Zhang Zhong does not need to be too anxious.



"Teacher Zhang, in the past two days, more and more people have asked you about the copyright of other works. I have pushed the "Jieyou Grocery Store" to the agitation literature, but what about the other books?"

Zhang Zhong was thinking about the script when Chen Qing called.

"We can talk first to see their sincerity, but there is no need to rush to settle down yet," Zhang Zhong said.

"Okay, then should "Murder on the Orient Express" and "The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor" be packaged and sold together? After all, they are part of the same series." Chen Qing asked again.

"No, everyone sells his own. If someone can buy them all at once, that's fine. Anyway, the one with the highest price will get it."

"Well, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhong put down his work and started thinking about other novel copyright matters.

He had the idea to keep the film and television rights to these novels, and maybe he could set up a film and television company to make them in the future.

But he doesn’t know much about film and television, and it consumes too much of his energy. It’s definitely not as simple as selling film and television adaptation rights directly.

If Chen Qing was more proficient in business, he could leave these matters to him. Whether he would start his own company or sign a sharing agreement with a film and television company would be a matter for the future.



When I went to pick up Pengpeng in the evening, someone recognized Zhang Zhong at the entrance of the kindergarten. He was a young father. At first, I was a little unsure about Zhang Zhong. I stared at him for a while before I plucked up the courage.

Come over here.

"Excuse me, are you a fifth-grade vegetative person?"

Seeing the other party's anxious expression, Zhang Zhong nodded generously, "Hello."

"You really are!" The young father was surprised and happy. "I like all your works. I watched the entire award ceremony of the China Youth Literature and Art Award. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I didn't expect you to live so close to me." As he said this, he suddenly patted his forehead, "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed you. Then you go ahead and I'll be there."

When Zhang Zhong saw his excitement at first, he thought he might ask for an autograph. Even if he didn't ask for an autograph, he would at least talk to him for a long time. Zhang Zhong was already prepared to deal with him, but he didn't expect him to say a few words.

Just walked away.

After a while, school ended. The young father picked up his son first and waved to Zhang Zhong before leaving. His son didn't know why his father waved, so he also imitated the wave and waved to Zhang Zhong.

He smiled again and waved to them as well.

In fact, more than one person recognized Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhongneng noticed that there were many eyes on him at the school gate, but only that one person ran over to say hello to him.

As for why so many people recognize him, it’s not just because of the China Literature and Art Award, but also because of Peng Peng’s contribution.

"Dad, today the classmates all believed what I said. They all saw you on TV." Pengpeng took Zhang Zhong's hand and said with a smile.

When she went to school on Tuesday, Pengpeng caught her classmates and said that her father was on TV. Maybe some children told their parents when they went back, and they also saw Zhang Zhong on TV.

Zhang Chong smiled. For a daughter who advertised her father as a great writer everywhere, it was difficult for him not to be recognized.

But he doesn't care about this, as long as Pengpeng is happy.


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