Showbiz Escape

Chapter 41
Wen Zhuo recently returned to his hometown of Z City, because he had to work with the crew of "Sapphire Pen Case" so that he could revise the script at any time.

"Sapphire Pen Case" is divided into upper and lower parts, with a total of seven unit stories. The lower four units can be called a carnival for small cafes who bring capital into the group. The four screenwriters are like the big wronged species, and they take turns being scolded every day. , was forced to change those absurd plots that deviated from the original.

It is conceivable that if the effect of the show is not good after the broadcast, the blame will still be added to their heads, and they will still bear the anger of the audience and fans in the end.

Where does it make sense.

It just so happened that at noon, Wen Zhuo was scolded by the producer because of the new play she added, and the second female lead who brought money into the group was dissatisfied.

What's the matter, after the show airs, Auntie, are you still going to send out all kinds of press releases, stepping on the heroine to win the favor of passers-by?

Wen Zhuo and the executive producer objectively analyzed the rationality of these scenes, and believed that the other party had never read the original work, and blindly adding scenes would only make the story unrecognizable. Of course, they were ruthlessly refuted.

"You only understand the original work, and you understand the creation? She is the niece of the management. If you tell me these great principles, will the management be willing to listen to me?" The producer raised the volume impatiently, "It has been changed according to the requirements. , The day after tomorrow at the latest, no discussion! If you insist on your professional ethics and don’t want to change it, then you can replace it with someone else as soon as possible. The entertainment industry is full of screenwriters. Are you missing a stunned young man?"

"..."

She stood there with her laptop in her arms, silent for a long time, then turned around with a cold face and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, she hadn't taken two steps, and suddenly, by a strange coincidence, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the fitting room——

Ye Lingchuan was looking at her through a crack in the door.

Obviously, neither of them expected to meet each other under such circumstances. After all, he hadn't contacted her for a long time before that.

Fortunately, the expression management of the two of them was excellent. After a pause for a few seconds, they immediately smiled happily at each other, as if they had reunited after a long absence, without showing any embarrassing flaws.

Wen Zhuo greeted first: "Mr. Ye, why are you here?"

"Some actors resigned temporarily, and I was pulled to save the scene."

She looked at his costume carefully, and while admiring his beauty, she also saw some clues, and her expression came to a sudden: "Could it be the male villain in the sixth unit of "The Case of the Sapphire Pen"? The actor who played this role really resigned." played."

Of course she has an impression of the play she wrote.

Ye Lingchuan nodded: "Yes, it seems to be called "Sapphire Pen Case", but I don't know the specific unit, and I haven't even given the script."

"The script is with me." Wen Zhuo said, "I am the screenwriter in charge of the sixth unit."

"Then aren't we going to work together in the same crew?"

She smiled: "Yes, this is really fate."

He looked at her seriously, and asked tentatively for a while: "So, the script didn't go well just now?"

"Did you hear it all?" She sighed annoyedly, without concealing it, "Yes, you also know that the management's requirements are always strange, and we are not qualified to give opinions, but I can't keep my memory either. I can't stand to see such a good story being ruined."

Is there any way, it is difficult for screenwriters to have the right to speak. If you ask, don’t be smart. If you ask, there are so many screenwriters. If you don’t want to write, then get out.

The weak struggle of sticking to the original intention is like fine dust being blown up by the wind, which is nothing but a joke.

Who can ask capitalists to empathize with bottom creators?

For this kind of thing, Ye Lingchuan really has no position to comfort him, let alone he is not much better than her.

He could only change the topic so that she would no longer focus on one problem.

"Forget it, put the unhappy ones aside first, it's all over, why don't we have a meal together?"

Wen Zhuo glanced at him. To be honest, she was hesitant at first, but after thinking about it, this might be an opportunity. After all, she still had doubts about his identity, so she nodded.

"Okay, I grew up in City Z, and I am most familiar with this place - there is a restaurant nearby that is very delicious, and I will take you there."

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The current situation is that, assuming that Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan really don't know each other's identities, then the two people's memory timeline in reality should be that they just met on Langxiang Street last time, and they haven't been in touch since then.

It is rare for the two to meet each other now, and they have doubts about each other. They both want to test each other's identity, but they can't easily reveal their own identities, so the content of the chat is dark and circuitous, with eight hundred intentions.

Wen Zhuo pushed away the menu, crossed his hands on the table, and calmly watched Ye Lingchuan opposite him.

The corners of her lips raised, and she said with a smile: "I haven't had time to ask, is everything going well for Mr. Ye recently?"

"Overall, it's not bad, one loses one wins."

"Did I still lose a game?" She thought about it, and expressed regret, "Actually, I also lost a game. I don't know if I have been scolded recently. Does it have anything to do with losing this game?"

Ye Lingchuan kept his eyes on her face, and he said slowly: "Maybe, but I believe it was just an accident, and you will win it back sooner or later."

"Why do you have so much confidence in me?"

"Experience has to be accumulated slowly, you are smart, no problem."

Wen Zhuo shook his head: "But we don't remember the content of the game at all. What are we talking about accumulating experience? All I can do is try my best to keep fit and learn more skills."

"If we have time, we can make an appointment to go to exercise together."

"The premise is that we are still in the same city."

Ye Lingchuan said: "I have a friend who lives in City C. If you go back to City C, theoretically we can still meet."

At this time, the eel rice and side dishes were served, and Wen Zhuo pushed one of them to Ye Lingchuan, and she readily replied.

"Okay, then let's go climbing."

……

The lunch seemed to be going smoothly, but in fact, the two secretly looked up at each other from time to time, and when they happened to look at each other, they looked away, pretending tacitly that nothing had happened.

They obviously have their own ideas, but they want to carry this scene to the end.

When the two left the eel shop, they were going to the shooting base together. The sun was shining on the street. Ye Lingchuan stepped a little faster halfway. He stared at his shadow moving forward, and suddenly turned to face the Warm up.

Wen Zhuo was taken aback by him, she braked in time and almost crashed into his arms.

"……What's wrong?"

Ye Lingchuan's eyes seemed to hide the water of an ancient well in the night, cold and deep, as if he could look into the other person's heart.

He said: "Miss Wen, do you think that one day we will have a chance to compete in the same game?"

Wen Zhuo was silent for two seconds, this two seconds of silence was the time for her to think, she seemed to smile for a moment, her tone was calm.

"I would be honored to have that opportunity."

At this moment, her cell phone rang, and the caller showed Tang Chunen.

She was able to get away from this delicate atmosphere for a while, but as soon as she picked it up, before she could speak, she heard Tang Chunen yelling in a broken voice.

"What to do! Ah Zhuo! Jiang Zhou's agent placed an order for me on the forum!"

"...??"

(End of this chapter)