Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

After leaving Sun Haoran's studio, Han Xun returned to the rental house, packed a suitcase, and spent a day wandering around the city, planning to find a good place to write the script quietly.

The place he was looking for was simple: quiet, soundproof, downtown.

Finally, Han Xun lived in a five-star hotel in the city center. The service and soundproofing were fine. The shopping plaza was just two steps away. More importantly, the security was top-notch. go out.

As soon as he checked in, Han Xun turned off his mobile phone, disappeared from the world, and devoted himself to his writing.

What Xu Simiao said is absurd, but absurdity has the possibility of being written as a comedy.

Han Xun has seen many similar stories, and it’s not like no one has made such an attempt. Science fiction, martial arts, police and robbers, things that sound messy, can also be written very interestingly once they are related.

The best is a sitcom, with a simple setting and witty words, with a bunch of old actors who are full of drama, and do a big job.

Han Xun's first play was a sitcom.

He learned how to write dialogues from his experience of doing chores on the set of sitcoms, which is more suitable for the shooting of sitcoms.

Some stories with chaotic settings are forcibly twisted into movies or TV dramas with exquisite scenes, but the comedy effect of belly laughs is downplayed.

Close to life, realistic interpretation, serious and funny, this is what a sitcom looks like.

After deciding on the form of the script, Han Xun worked hard, went out to find something to eat when he was hungry, and fell asleep when he was sleepy. The do not disturb light was always on, and when the cleaning staff came in to clean up, Han Xun had to stare at him personally and observe the characters by the way .

After 28 days, he finally completed the first draft of the first ten episodes.

Although Han Xun was dizzy after writing, his brain was filled with satisfaction, and he was so excited that he wanted to show off.

He turned on the phone, and the chat software immediately popped up 99+ messages, the text messages were full, and most of them were Sun Haoran's calls and messages.

Han Xun didn't bother to look at it, so he directly dialed the number he wanted, and he got connected after a while.

"President Xu, I'm Han Xun."

"Which Han Xun?" Xu Simiao's voice was filled with the arrogance and forgetfulness of the rich second generation, as if the other party had forgotten him long ago.

Han Xun continued: "You said at the meeting that you want to invest [-] million in science fiction martial arts police robbers and heart-piercing love stories. I have already written the script. Is it convenient to check the electronic file?"

There was silence for a long time, and Xu Simiao's voice came again, and he said indifferently: "Brilliant Hotel 2608, I only chat on the spot."

After finishing speaking, I hung up very decisively.

Brilliant Hotel...

Han Xun looked at the cup that had been used for more than half a month. The logo printed on it was written with the word "brilliant" in beautiful script.

What a coincidence.

It took Han Xun 10 minutes to re-read the first draft, corrected a few punctuation points, then printed it into a book, and took his notebook before going out.

He walked into the elevator, the smooth inner wall reflected his pale face.

After being locked up in the hotel for more than half a month, he lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were sharp and bright like a cat's eyes at night.His skin became even paler, but a little sickly pale. He stood quietly in the spacious elevator room until the elevator reached the 26th floor and found Room 08.

As soon as Han Xun arrived at the door of 2608, the door opened slightly, revealing the dark brown floor.

The indoor lights were dim, and Xu Simiao's voice could be heard.

"Come in."

The interior decoration of 2608 is exquisite, and Xu Simiao leans lazily on the white sofa in the living room.

He is swaying a glass of wine leisurely in his hand. The silk pajamas wrap his muscular body. The close-fitting fabric outlines the man's sexy and prominent chest muscles. The belt is loosely tied around his waist. A pair of straight and slender legs are curled up. The leisurely arc reveals the firm leg muscles, and the dimly lit room is full of male hormones.

He squinted over, stared at Han Xun who was standing stupidly at the door with deep eyes, suddenly smiled, and asked, "Standing so far away, are you going to give a speech?"

Han Xun looked at the ground. There were no slippers in the room. He took off his sneakers and stepped on the cashmere carpet with his socks on. The gentle touch came from the soles of his feet, and every step felt like walking on clouds.

Very comfortable.

The closer Han Xun got, the more he felt that Xu Simiao had a good figure. The pajamas couldn't cover up the perfect curves at all. Instead, he wanted to cover up and release all the sexiness of a man.

He leaned leisurely on the sofa, shook a glass of amber brandy, gently placed it on the tip of his nose, his movements were graceful, his eyelashes drooped long and thin, arousing Han Xun's heartstrings.

Han Xun lost his mind for a moment, he is gay, and being alone with such a charming man at night made his back tense, his throat dry, and he even walked very lightly, lest he disturb Mr. Xu's elegant mood of wine tasting .

Xu Simiao found that Han Xun's gaze was wandering over him, without the slightest embarrassment and shyness in his imagination.

That's right, this person must be bold, otherwise how could he boast that he has written a sci-fi martial arts cop drama.

Xu Simiao put down the cup, hooked his fingers on his belt, "I still have abs, do you want to see it?"

With calm eyes, Han Xun nodded and said, "Well, look."

The smile on Xu Simiao's face deepened, and he glanced at Han Xun frivolously, "[-] million, should I or the script?"

Sighing inwardly, Han Xun took out the script and handed it to Xu Simiao.

Of course the script is important.

He had never met Xu Simiao in his previous life, but he knew about Alpha Film and Television.

The No. [-] film and television company in China sells high-quality dramas, cooperates with first-line stars and directors, and invests in units of [-] million. The film and television director can decide the investment of each project.

The real tall, rich and handsome is right in front of you, which is a perfect reference for the characters in the script.

If you don't talk about the script, Han Xun would like to talk about life with him.

What brand of wine to drink, what restaurant to eat, where to travel, what kind of life you like.

Whether it's a private jet skiing in the Alps or a walk in the Simi Valley foothills on a blooded horse.

It's a pity that Xu Simiao couldn't comprehend the thirst for knowledge in his fiery eyes, only felt that his fanaticism was abnormal.

Han Xun lowered his eyes and talked about the script: "This drama is called "Green Forest Heroes". It is set at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty. The mode of comedy, combined with current hot topics..."

"Wait." Xu Simiao got a headache when he heard it. Han Xun looked very interesting, saying that the script was the same as a report, and he made him dream back to the board of directors.

"I'll read it myself." He casually flipped through a few pages, and laughed at it. A messy Party A's idea is so interesting after being written into a script?

Xu Simiao read out the lines from the script: "Can depression cause sudden death?"

Han Xun was expressionless, and continued the next sentence: "No, people will die slowly...Of course it depends on the situation. A handsome person like you may die suddenly."

Xu Simiao: "..."

But he can't act too easily satisfied, Xu Simiao deliberately flipped through the script, and after finding faults enough, he found that in the simple remarks of the scene, there is no UFO, no superpower, no magical hero.

So he asked, "What about the science fiction I want?"

Han Xun's voice was cold, and he replied seriously: "Don't you think that the existence of this drama is enough for science fiction?"

Xu Simiao looked at him silently.

Han Xun was wearing a plaid shirt, a white sweater, and off-white jeans, styles that can be found all over the street. He actually matched the luxurious white sofa very well.

He rolled up his cuffs, his phalanx holding the pen protruded, and he was holding a notebook, ready to record Party A's picky questions at any time, so that he could make changes to the script later.

It's too serious, Xu Simiao doesn't like it.

He stepped on the cashmere carpet with his long legs, and he got closer to Han Xun with a little force. He replied: "It's not enough science fiction, there are no aliens nude parties, Jiuchi Meat Forest Cosmic Smash Bros. How dare you talk about science fiction."

Xu Simiao was wearing light pajamas, and the shape of the protruding chest muscles beat with the steady heartbeat.

Han Xun lost his mind for a moment, his heart skipped a beat suddenly, his Adam's apple moved, and he replied with unsteady breath: "If Mr. Xu is not satisfied, I will change it."

After finishing speaking, the pen in his hand scratched across the paper, and in a few strokes, Xu Simiao's unreasonable demands on sci-fi and Smash Universe were written.

Xu Simiao nodded with a smile, picked up another wine glass and handed it to the obedient screenwriter, "Have a drink and chat slowly."

Han Xun didn't refuse, and took it and drank it in one go.

The amber brandy was a bit astringent. He didn't taste the sweetness, but felt that the alcohol was heavy, which was different from what he had imagined.

Xu Simiao stared at him, caressed the corners of his lips with deep eyes, and asked with a cynical smile, "How does it taste?"

Han Xun licked his lips, but it didn't taste good, so he had to answer truthfully: "I don't know how to drink."

Others said this sentence only when they refused to drink, but Han Xun said it after drinking.

After this cup, he didn't drink anything, he just felt his cheeks burning.

Sure enough, wine is wine, even if the price is expensive, it cannot become a drink.

With the smell of alcohol on his face, Han Xun's cheeks were flushed seductively, even behind his ears.

He put down the glass, picked up the notebook, held the pen and said calmly with a hint of brandy: "Mr. Xu is still not satisfied with anything, please tell me directly, and I will change it according to your request."

Xu Simiao admired his drunken eyes, leaned over, and even reached out to caress his knee.

"I'm very satisfied with you." There was deep meaning in his words, and his fingers were still gently pinched on his knee, "I just don't know what posture you like?"

Han Xun: "..."

"Mr. Xu." Han Xun retracted his knees, avoided his palm, moved to the side, and kept a safe distance and said, "I mean the script."