Zhang Zhong didn't know much about the filmmakers' ideas. He was just an ordinary viewer, but he still expressed his thoughts by using his strengths and avoiding weaknesses.
"I am a complete layman in the film field. If the literary director wants to get some fantastic ideas about adapting novels into movies from me, I think you will probably be disappointed."
Zhang Zhong smiled, leaned back slightly, and continued, "But since the literary director came all the way here, I can't let you go in vain. Let me share my humble opinion. "Ten Little Indian Boys"
It is not a pure mystery novel in itself. I don’t need to elaborate on this, everyone can clearly see this. Since it is not a pure mystery novel, then this book should have other focuses."
He paid attention to Wen Jinjiang's eyes and saw that they were listening intently, so he continued, "In order to give people a sense of reality of being in the scene, I used a lot of psychological descriptions, especially when facing people.
When it comes to death. Facts have proved that I succeeded. Even though I knew that the murderer was around and would kill them one by one, I still walked towards the key point of my life step by step. This feeling of powerlessness, like cutting flesh with a dull knife, is what attracts readers.
An important point. Although movies are different from novels, I think art is roughly the same. If movies can do these things, they will definitely be successful."
"Earlier in the story, everyone's reaction was clear when they suddenly heard the recording of their past crimes..."
Zhang Zhong talked eloquently and carefully reviewed the inner context of everyone in the entire book. He took advantage of the rebirth. This book has been published on earth for decades and has long been thoroughly studied.
, he is just standing on the shoulders of giants.
Wen Jinjiang looked at Zhang Zhong who was analyzing the psychology of the characters for them, and couldn't help but sigh, as expected, only the author knows his work best.
When he was reading this book, he could naturally see the importance of psychological description, but there was always a hazy veil between the reader and the author. He could see through it, but not see through it.
"Zhang Zhong, do you have experience as a screenwriter?" Wen Jinjiang suddenly said while Zhang Zhong was drinking water.
Zhang Zhong was a little surprised and said, "No."
"No?" Wen Jinjiang looked at Shen Jian next to him with some confusion, "If I remember correctly, your name is in the screenwriter column of the "Chameleon" sketch."
Zhang Zhong suddenly realized, "So that's what you're talking about. Let Shen Jian tell you about it."
When Shen Jian saw that everyone else's eyes were focused on him, he smiled and recounted how he found an important adaptation rights.
"That's how it was at that time. Teacher Zhang gave me an idea and I wrote the script."
Wen Jinjiang nodded, "That's it."
Then he asked, "Zhang Zhong, are you interested in participating in script creation?"
Regarding this point, Zhang Zhong shook his head decisively, "It's important for people to know themselves. I can write novels, but I can't write scripts."
In fact, he is not good at writing novels. He has been writing "I am a Fortune Teller" from memory for so many days, and the manuscript has not been completed yet.
However, he himself can feel that his writing ability has improved significantly. People are afraid of being serious. Once you do something seriously, there is rarely anything you can't do.
"This... that's really a pity. I think letting others modify your own work will make people feel that it is somewhat flawed." Wen Jinjiang's expression was a little tangled, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "Why don't you say you don't Want to learn screenwriting?"
What? Zhang Zhong almost didn't react. Is Wen Jinjiang asking him to learn now?
"Actually, screenwriting is not difficult. Your literary skills are here, just learn the format. It's just another art form, and it probably won't take long. If you are willing to learn, I can recommend it to you. It just happens that Nanhuai Film I have old friends in the college, you can go over and observe, since you are an observer, there are naturally no restrictions." Wen Jinjiang said.
After listening to this, Zhang Zhong asked doubtfully, "Why is Director Wen worried about me like this?"
Wen Jinjiang smiled, "I just think it's a pity that you are not a screenwriter. Just now Shen Jian talked about "Chameleon", and I felt that your ability to create plots is extraordinary. Of course, I also have some selfish intentions. This book If the company can get the book, set up the project, find actors, raise funds, and finish the preliminary work, it will be a few months later, and I think you might be able to serve as the screenwriter."
After all the talk, Wen Jinjiang actually had the idea of becoming a screenwriter.
Zhang Zhong actually wants to be a salted fish. He also has to take care of Peng Peng and doesn't have much free time. Moreover, he hasn't learned anything seriously in years. Now he suddenly goes to learn screenwriting. He doesn't even feel it. Too reliable.
"Director Wen, thank you for..."
Zhang Zhong was about to decline politely when Wen Jinjiang raised his hand and said, "Don't refuse me in a hurry. Nanhuai Film Academy is located locally. You can go there at any time. My friend is also a person of temperament. Even if you don't go to study, It's also a good thing to meet and chat with him. It's still early anyway, so you can think about it slowly. If you change your mind one day, just give me a call."
After finishing speaking, Wen Jinjiang looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late. I have to go back to Magic City. Let's leave our contact information and I'll give you my friend's phone number later."
After he finished speaking, assistant Xiao Can handed over a business card with great discernment. The business card had a white background and the content on it was very simple. Apart from the three words "Wen Jinjiang", there was only a string of mobile phone numbers. It seemed that This is Wen Jinjiang's personal business card.
Wen Jinjiang stood up to leave. Zhang Zhong and Shen Jian also stood up. Shen Jian said, "Director Wen, don't you want to stay and have a meal together?"
"Forget it this time. Next time, I hope it can be a dinner meeting between the director and the screenwriter. Of course, you will be indispensable by then, Xiao Shen. Don't send me away, please stay."
After Wen Jinjiang went out, he closed the door, leaving Zhang Zhong and Shen Jian in the box.
Shen Jian looked at the time and muttered, "This is only more than half an hour."
Zhang Zhong chuckled and said, "The literary director is a busy person, so time is naturally precious. Let's have a meal together in the evening, but it's still early, so we can sit down and chat for a while."
"Well, that's true. We haven't had dinner together yet, but we have drank a lot of tea."
Zhang nodded and said, "You sit here for a while and I'll go see my daughter. She's a naughty girl. Don't cause trouble to others."
"My child, what trouble can I cause?"
When Zhang Zhong and Shen Jian walked out of the box, the girl who had taken Pengpeng to eat before was still standing at the door. After seeing the two of them, she smiled and said, "Sir, he is looking for your daughter. She is here." Over there at the restaurant.”