Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

In late autumn, the narrow indoor air conditioner was blowing the heat.

The bookcases in the tidy room are full of books, a few books are opened on the table, and there are Kindles and computers next to them.

The computer screen was on, and on the notebook next to the keyboard, there were a few lines of elegant handwriting, and the owner of the handwriting was sleeping on a single bed wearing a sweater.

He has clear eyebrows, and his face with long eyelashes hanging down is considered beautiful, but his brows are tightly frowned, as if he is having a nightmare.

The mobile phone next to the bed rang suddenly, waking up the people living in the bed.

Han Xun gasped and struggled to sit up. His back was soaked, his mind was confused, and he looked at this familiar place blankly.

The phone rings all the time, and the calendar placed on the bedside table quietly shows November 11st three years ago.

He is not dead?

The feeling of death coming was too real, Han Xun supported the edge of the bed with cold fingers, almost unable to stand up when his feet fell to the ground.

Han Xun clearly remembered that he was dead.

The hard "Best Screenplay" crystal trophy was smashed on the back of his head, with the murderer screaming madly, and even before he died, he heard them discussing how to deal with it in order to destroy the corpse.

Han Xun rubbed his temples and felt his head hurt.

The phone couldn't be called to answer, and it went dark after being silent.

Losing the background sound of the monotonous mobile phone ringtone, Han Xun stared at the books on the bookcase, and his mind gradually became clear.

He is a screenwriter.

Or rather, he's the screenwriter's shooter.

Because any script with the imprint of "Han Xun" cannot be sold.

The negotiated contract ended without a problem.

The project of the third version of the manuscript was changed, and the investor suddenly stopped cooperating.

Even if it is a project that has passed the review, signed the contract, finalized the actors, and is just waiting to start, there will be various reasons that cannot be announced, and it will be announced that it will be postponed indefinitely.

He is not an opponent of capital at all.

In order for his script to be successfully signed, cast, and released, the name "Han Xun" can only be removed.

However, he can only use real-name dramas to sign the contract. Even if he has changed several pseudonyms, once he successfully signs the contract, "accidents" will come to him within half a month.

After failing for two years and achieving nothing, Han Xun accepted his fate, but he did not intend to give up.

Therefore, Han Xun joined the studio of his old classmate Sun Haoran and began to be Sun Haoran's exclusive shooter.

Of course, in order for the script to be shot smoothly, no outsiders knew about it.

Since Sun Haoran came forward, Han Xun's screenwriting career has become smooth sailing.

During the three years as a partner, Han Xun wrote nearly eight scripts, and three of them were successfully released.The script he carefully wrote was recognized by the market and quickly established Sun Haoran's status as a screenwriter.

The words "screenwriter Sun Haoran" have gradually become professional and interesting representatives, occupying a place in the film and television industry.

In front of the computer, there is a half-written document by Han Xun.

With just a few lines of dialogue above, he could clearly recall the name of the script.

"Delicious Heart", won the Best Screenplay at the China Film Awards.

Since then, Sun Haoran's net worth has soared.

As soon as the script was formed, various film and television companies immediately bid for it, and major film companies began to associate with Sun Haoran. "Screenwriter Sun Haoran" became the quality assurance of movies and TV dramas.

The honor of the partner is all due to his script.

Unfortunately, when he took the carefully prepared script and tried again, the "accident" appeared again.

—Sorry, there is a problem with our funds.

—Sorry, this story is not what we need.

—Sorry, the contract is void.

It was another celebration banquet for a new movie. Han Xun's uncle, Han Jiang, the chairman of Luzhong Group, had a private meeting with Sun Haoran, and told the reason: "Han Xun stole things from our Luzhong Group. As long as he is alive, we will It would be impossible for him to be a thief and still have the face to say that he is a screenwriter. Thanks to you who have been monitoring him for so many years, otherwise he has so many pseudonyms, maybe we would have been deceived by him without paying attention."

Han Xun doesn't bother to steal anything. Even after being suppressed for several years, his heart is still impulsive. He questioned Han Jiang face to face, but got no response. "Shameless Thief", no one will be willing to cast his script.

If he hadn't heard the truth with his own ears, he might have been willing to be a rich but unknown gunman all his life, and passed away in a daze.

right.

Han Xun sneered as he parted his wet hair. He had died, and he had lived his whole life in a daze.

He helped Sun Haoran win the "Best Screenplay" crystal trophy, but Sun Haoran used this trophy to end Han Xun's pitiful life.

It's so ironic that I want to laugh.

The phone rang again, and Han Xun saw the familiar name on the screen as soon as he looked up.

"Sun Haoran".

Han Xun frowned, stood up and walked to the bathroom, ignoring him.

His whole body was sticky with sweat, and his mood was still in that nightmare of death. He couldn't calm down at all, and instead became more irritable.

He took off his clothes, stood naked under the shower, and turned on the faucet.

Even though he turned on the hot water switch, the water that poured down his face was icy cold.Han Xun gritted his teeth and endured the sudden stimulation, letting the cold water hit his shoulder blades, causing him to tremble.

Only living people know the taste of bone-piercing cold.

He suppressed the trembling, gritted his teeth and stood firm, water stains were randomly mixed on his cheeks, his low sobs were covered by the noise of water, the pain in his soul dissipated, and after a while, his body gradually got used to it It was cold, and gradually felt the warmth that the water temperature should have.

The hot water in the shower poured down from the top of the head, flowing through the messy ends of the hair to make the black hair smooth and docile. When the eyes were closed, the eyelashes cut through the smooth water marks and evoked a gentle arc.The slightly opened thin lips sucked in the air, and the clean flowing water flowed along the graceful neck, accumulated water on the collarbone, and then passed down the thin and pale chest, dripping on the ground, making a splashing sound.

Han Xun inherited a good looks, he hid indoors for a long time to write scripts, his skin was unbelievably fair, and his hair was slightly long and soft, which brought out a sense of wanton laziness.

After he took a shower and came out wiping his wet hair, he could still hear the persistent ringing of his mobile phone.

Finally, he took it.

"Xiaoxun, you finally answered the phone!"

Sun Haoran's voice was familiar and kind, "Hello? Xiaoxun? Hello, hello?"

"Well, I was taking a shower just now." Han Xun held the phone, still indifferent, paranoid who didn't care about the outside world.

"I'm still afraid that something happened to you or the phone is turned off to mute, so I want to come to you."

"Tell me." Han Xun asked in a low voice, rubbing his hair, "What's the matter?"

"What are you asking—" Sun Haoran's voice suddenly became anxious on the phone, "We will have a meeting in the afternoon, Party A is here, and we will be waiting for you."

"I'll be right there." Han Xun hung up the phone.

Sun Haoran showed warmth towards Han Xun's every move.

But when Han Xun recalled it, he felt that every word of Sun Haoran had a deep meaning.

This person monitors his actions at all times, trying to control his thoughts in vain.

In the past, Han Xun might have thought that he was crazy. Now, he stared at the familiar room, his eyes darkened, and he showed a faint smile in the empty room.

Now that he knows the future, why bother to be a shooter.

It's really stupid to keep giving guns to murderers.

The office building rented by Sun Haoran's studio is in a commercial center not far from the rental house.

The frosted nameplate of "Sun Haoran Film and Television Studio" is printed outside the door, which is particularly dazzling.

Sun Haoran waited for a long time, and finally saw Han Xun's figure.

The young man was wearing a white sweater, but his face was even whiter than the sweater, and his thin cheeks showed a little depression.

Han Xun is good-looking, and Sun Haoran still sighs in his heart after getting along with him for a long time.

However, those eyes stared at him indifferently, with more complicated emotions than the usual silence...

Sun Haoran's heart skipped a beat. Why did he feel that Han Xun looked at him with some... hostility?

"What's wrong?" Sun Haoran asked suspiciously.

Han Xun coughed twice, closed his eyes, pretended nothing happened, and said, "I stayed up late last night to write the script, and I caught a cold."

"Did you have any new ideas for staying up late to write the script?" Sun Haoran asked urgently, completely forgetting to care about his cold, his face showed greed and eagerness that could not be concealed.

Han Xun had a panoramic view of Sun Haoran's expression.

His long and narrow eyes curled up into a smile, and he said in a cold voice: "No new ideas, it's just that I suddenly wanted to write a revenge drama, in which the protagonist who had nothing left came back to life and took back everything that belonged to him, and all the enemies received their due retribution. Great happy ending."

The clichéd and ordinary setting, Sun Haoran thought seriously, "The setting of revenge is not easy to pass the review, now we pay attention to conforming to the legal system, we must use legal weapons to fight, planting and framing these common revenge methods are easy to be cut off. "

Han Xun said: "I am writing, of course, to write about the villain who escaped legal sanctions by destroying his body and traces. Under the revenge of the protagonist, he exposed his hypocrisy step by step, and he will get the punishment he deserves. , kill for life."

His tone was calm, but what he said made Sun Haoran's heart skip a beat. He didn't know why Han Xun, who usually likes to convey truth, kindness and beauty, suddenly changed his temperament.

Sun Haoran suppressed the panic in his heart, and asked calmly: "Don't you dislike these stories of retribution?"

Han Xun lowered his eyes, and the smile on his pale lips deepened. He raised his hand and brushed off his short hair on his forehead, and smiled wantonly: "I didn't like it before, but now, I like retribution."

-

The meeting will be in the conference room at the end of the corridor of the studio. When the door is opened, several people are already sitting inside.

Apart from acquaintances in the studio, Han Xun knew the deputy director Zhang Yue and his secretary of Alpha Films, but he had never seen another conspicuous man.

The tall man is concentrating on the handheld game in his hand. He sits in a lazy posture, his long-sleeved shirt is slightly rolled up, and he can see the strong muscles on his forearms. The button of his shirt on his chest is slightly unbuttoned, revealing his sexy collarbone.

Sitting in front of him, Han Xun could clearly see his three-dimensional and gloomy facial features, his thick eyelashes fluttering as he blinked, staring at the screen of the handheld, his slender fingers, pressing the buttons deftly, immersed in the fierce battle game.

He's young, good looking, and might be an actor in a new play.

Han Xun suddenly remembered, and asked, "What kind of show meeting is today?"

""Full Martial Arts Expert"." Sun Haoran convinced Han Xun's hindsight, took the information in the agent's hand and handed it to him.

The script of "Full Martial Arts Expert" is very thick, Han Xun turned to the first page, and his heart was full of nostalgia.In order to write this drama well, he went to the fighting gym to learn boxing. The coach said that he was too poor in physique to be suitable for fighting, but he taught him a few grappling hands.It's a pity that before his death, his limbs were weak, even Sun Haoran couldn't resist, so half a year of practical grappling was in vain.

The "first draft" marked at the meeting had already been edited by Han Xun for three editions before he showed it to the public.

He flipped through the scene settings and dialogues inside, and knew which parts would be modified by the director and turned into a completely different picture, which was displayed on the big screen.

Everyone at the meeting was present, and Sun Haoran politely apologized.

Then, Zhang Yue, deputy director of Aofa Films, said: "This project will be led by Mr. Xu Simiao of Aofa Films in the future, because Mr. Xu doesn't know much about the script, so today we need to re-discuss the issue of the script with him. .”

Speaking of discussions.

The "actor" who was concentrating on the handheld raised his eyes. His eyes were light golden, with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. He seemed to be a bit of a mixed race. Like social elites who make decisions.

However, he tilted his head and stretched out his fingers to tap the script, saying: "It was Zhang Yue who talked to you for the first time, and he reported the details to me. I came here today because I want to meet the screenwriter." , Tell me your opinion and request.”

Oh, it turns out that he is not an actor, but Mr. Xu.

Then, Mr. Xu said: "I think the script needs to be changed."

The script was about to be changed, like a signal to start a war, and everyone in the studio became nervous.

Sun Haoran clasped his hands, not daring to be negligent, and asked politely: "I don't know what Mr. Xu thinks should be changed?"

"All." Xu Simiao took up all the arrogance and arrogance of Party A, and didn't mind the momentary frozen atmosphere of the audience.

He leaned on the sofa chair, stretched his arms, raised his chin slightly, and said in an arrogant tone: ""The Master of All Martial Arts" is a good script, but unfortunately it doesn't meet my requirements. The drama I want to shoot must be high-end, elegant, low-key and luxurious. It has connotation, it’s better to add some science fiction elements, martial arts arena, police and robbers, it must be positive energy, have educational significance, persuade dropout children to study hard, and at the same time have a bit of heart-piercing love-hate relationship.”

Xu Simiao squinted his eyes slightly with a smile, like a sly fox, "I only have this small request. I wonder if your studio has any scripts that meet the requirements?"

small request.

The conference room was silent.

According to the usual practice, Sun Haoran will immediately understand the request of the employer to change the script, and use emotion to reason, and pull the director to agree with him, and try to keep the original part.It was really impossible to convince the investors, so Han Xun was arranged to give some "insightful" opinions, and Sun Haoran pretended to be embarrassed and said to give it a try.

However, Xu Simiao opened his mouth wide open!

An old world like Sun Haoran can't answer!

"This, this..." Sun Haoran was cursing in his heart, what a high-end, what a low-end luxury, what the fuck is an Internet joke, this guy is definitely an idiot!

He said "this" for a long time, and finally said: "Because we were talking about "The Master of All Martial Arts" at the beginning, although Mr. Xu's request is innovative, it will take time to write it out. It is rare for you to come here today, so let me tell you something first. This show, it’s a fight sports show…”

Xu Simiao suddenly made a sound and interrupted him with displeasure, "So there's nothing to talk about? I thought it would be more interesting to write "Animal Doctor". After all, it's the gold medal online drama this year. The screenwriter's expectations are quite high. I never thought that even you would think that a boring script like "The Master of Martial Arts" would be more worthy of investment than the story I wanted to make?"

Han Xun, who originally planned to stand on the sidelines, suddenly asked, "What is your investment budget?"

""Full Martial Arts Expert"?" Xu Simiao tilted his upper body and propped his chin with one hand, provoking ignorant provocation, "Sorry, I don't intend to vote for a single point, you disappointed me..."

Before he could express his disappointment in detail, Han Xun interrupted him indifferently, "I'm asking—what's the investment budget for your sci-fi martial arts and gangster drama?"

Xu Simiao looked inquiringly at this big name that made everyone sit and wait.

He was handsome and calm, with a pale face and bright eyes waiting for an answer.

Among the crooked melons and dates in the studio in front of him, this man stood out from the crowd, dazzlingly white.

But his eyes looked like a lunatic who devoted himself to art, or a fanatic chasing money.

Xu Simiao just wanted to raise a difficult problem to terminate the project.

He spent the night googling "Most Disgusting Party A Behavior" and came up with a smorgasbord of scripted ones.

Someone actually got serious.

So, the young director of Party A stretched out his index finger and shook it, "One hundred million."

Everyone was silent: "..."

Damn, crazy.

Han Xun smiled, a little blood appeared on his pale face, and he said, "Give me a month."