Chapter 1 The Assistant Director of the TV Station
Dongshan Province, provincial capital Quancheng
Dongshan Radio and Television Station Building
Under the surprised looks of several colleagues in the corridor, Zuo Le knocked on the door of Deputy Director Mo Dashan's office with a somewhat nervous expression.
"Come in."
A deep and deep voice came from inside. Zuo Le exhaled, clenched his right fist slightly, opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, Zuo Le saw Mo Dashan sitting at his desk, browsing something on the computer. He didn't dare to look into it in detail. He stood still in the room and softly said hello to Mo Dajiang.
"Mo Tai, are you looking for me?"
Mo Dashan had the appearance of a typical Dongshan man, tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a heroic temperament. He raised his head and looked at Zuo Le in front of him, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Xiao Zuo is here, sit down quickly."
Under Mo Dashan's instructions, Zuo Le sat on the sofa in the office with some restraint.
It has been three years since he started working in Dongshan Station. Although he has had two or three conversations with the leaders in the station, this is the first time for Zuo Le to have such a one-on-one chat.
Seeing Zuo Le sitting down on the sofa, Mo Dashan also walked out from behind the desk, picked up the kettle on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and poured Zuo Le a glass of water. Zuo Le hurriedly held it with both hands and thanked him softly.
Seeing Zuo Le's embarrassed look, Mo Dashan sat on the sofa next to him and smiled heartily: "Don't be nervous. I don't eat people. Relax. I often hear Lao Fang praise you."
Zuo Le had a slight embarrassment on his face. He chatted along with Mo Dashan's words. Finally, he couldn't help but feel the torture in his heart and asked proactively: "Mo Tai, you asked me to come here. Did my script pass?"
"Young people just can't keep calm."
Mo Dashan shook his head. He wanted to make a joke, but looking at Zuo Le's tense face with a hint of anxiety, he finally realized that he did not want to irritate the young man in front of him, so he smiled slightly.
"The script...passed."
Before the joy could appear on Zuo Le's face, Mo Dashan's next words made Zuo Le choke back the excitement that was about to rush out of his body.
"Although the script has been approved, we still can't say when the project of your drama will be approved."
Perhaps because the disappointment on Zuo Le's face was too strong, Mo Dashan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly to comfort him.
"Xiao Zuo, don't worry. I have already emailed your script to the director. After he reads it, I will go to him and talk about it. I am still very hopeful."
"Don't worry Mo Tai, I understand everything."
The leader opened his mouth to comfort him, but Zuo Le couldn't help but put on a sad face, so he managed to cheer up and grinned at the other person.
Seeing this, Mo Dashan said nothing more and changed the subject and chatted with Zuo Le for a few words. About five or six minutes later, when Mo Dashan raised his hand to look at his watch, Zuo Le took the initiative to say goodbye.
After coming out of Mo Dashan's office, Zuo Le entered the elevator with his head lowered and reached out to press the 10th floor button.
The elevator door closed, and Zuo Le stood alone in the elevator. As the buttons in the elevator flickered and changed, his eyes gradually became a little wandering.
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Zuo Le, 24 years old, Scorpio, from Zhao City, Dongshan Province, graduated from the Chinese Department of Quancheng University, and then entered Dongshan TV Station as an intern.
Three months later, due to his excellent internship performance, Zuo Le officially joined Dongshan TV Station and became a minor worker in Dongshan TV Production Center.
Afterwards, Zuo Le spent nearly three years working as a scriptwriter on the center's self-produced dramas, then slowly returned to the center as a clerk doing odd jobs on the crew, and became an unsigned trainee screenwriter, and never signed a screenwriter again.
Gradually, he became a co-writer who barely had subtitles at the beginning of the film.
Later, Zuo Le was cruel and gave up the superior working environment of the TV station and volunteered to work on the crew of a self-produced drama in Taiwan, working as a scriptwriter and assistant director at the same time.
As of two months ago, Zuo Le had become one of the two executive directors of a Dongshantai-produced anti-war drama.
At the same time, Zuo Le also successfully entered the eyes of the leaders of the station with his hard-working and hard-working professionalism, and became a key training target of the TV Production Center.
If nothing unexpected happens, if Zuo Le exercises for a few more years, he will hopefully be able to take charge of a director and shoot his own works before he turns thirty.
But unfortunately and fortunately, an accident happened...
At the closing banquet of the anti-war drama, Zuo Le was drunk by several crew members. When he woke up the next day, he discovered that he had a video player in his head.
This video player is very interesting. It has similar functions to the video website, including play, pause, fast forward, volume and brightness adjustment, selection jump, and even double speed. It also comes with barrages and comments.
The only drawback is that the inventory is too small. So far, Zuo Le has only seen one sitcom that he has never heard of.
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At first, Zuo Le didn't take it to heart. He thought he was too drunk to wake up and Xilihulu fell asleep again. But when he woke up again, he found that the video player was still in his mind.
Zuo Le knew something was serious.
I asked for leave, took a taxi, went to the hospital, had a cranial TA, a cranial nerve examination, and Zuo Le even went to the psychiatry and psychology departments to register.
But the results of the examination told him that everything was normal physically and mentally.
The doctor believes that the "hallucinations" in Zuo Le's brain are probably caused by high work pressure. He can decompress and relax appropriately, and go out for a trip to relax.
Zuo Le followed the doctor's advice, asked for annual leave from his work, and ran back to his hometown to rest for a few days. However, the video player still stubbornly lived in his head, showing no signs of blurring away.
Zuo Le had a great enlightenment, and he was finally sure.
Either way, he was possessed.
What’s more, it’s the golden finger that he has been waiting for for many years...
Zuo Le thought it was the second one, because he had carefully browsed the Internet for three or four days, reading all the information and secrets about the entertainment industry, but still could not find any news or clips about the sitcom in the video player in his mind.
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Therefore, Zuo Le has reason to believe that this sitcom is probably the product of another parallel world.
This is not groundless speculation. The video player in Zuo Le's mind contains comments and barrages about the show. Although there is not much scattered and valuable information, it is enough for Zuo Le to make a judgment.
On Earth, China, Shandong, and Jinan look like replicas of Mercury, Huaguo, Dongshan, and Quancheng.
Really, I thought we hadn’t read online novels...
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After digesting the fact that he turned out to be one of the big guys in the world with a golden finger, Zuo Le calmed down and turned to seriously think about how this golden finger could help him.
The results... are self-evident.
Be a happy and shameless copycat!
Zuo Le, who has always had a very upright outlook on life, was shocked by this shameless idea in his mind. After seriously criticizing and spurning his bad idea of getting something for nothing, Zuo Le turned on the computer with an unusually solemn expression.
I started writing the script according to the TV series in my mind.
Hoho!
In fact, until now, Zuo Le still can't believe the real existence of this golden finger. He thinks it is just a creative inspiration deep in his cerebral cortex.
Imagine the creative inspiration in his mind as a film and television portrait, and then take it out of his mind and present it as a script. Let me ask, can you say this is plagiarism?
The logic is perfect and seamless!
_(ツ)_/
With this idea of self-deception, Zuo Le started his own script retelling business.
He spent a month, following the playback of the sitcom in his mind, successfully recreating the script frame by frame, line by line, and then shamelessly signed his name.
Afterwards, Zuo Le handed the script to his boss, Fang Weimin, the director of the Television Production Center, and emphatically expressed the hope that he could write and direct the drama himself.
Fang Weimin was very optimistic about Zuo Le's script, but he was non-committal about his request to write and direct it himself.
He asked Zuo Le to go back and wait for the letter, and he sent two copies of the script to the mailboxes of the station director Chen Changshan and the deputy director in charge of TV dramas Mo Dashan.
After that, it’s what happened just now.
Deputy Director Mo personally called Zuo Le to the office and informed him that the script had been approved, but the details of the project were yet to be determined.
In fact, he told Zuo Le in a subtle way that the station did not approve of his request to write and direct.
You can be a screenwriter, but you can't be a director...
