"Damn!" Chen Gan suddenly squirted out a mouthful of smoke, his eyes widened slightly, and his voice raised: "You are thinking about being a waste, I can't bend if you bend it!"

He took another puff of cigarette, looked at the buildings outside the window, and slowly said: "How can I say that, since I was a child, I only had to 'play' with those so-called 'friends'. Sometimes I woke up from a hangover and sang on the street where I didn't have it, and felt very empty."

Speaking of this, a hint of despaired eyes flashed, and he continued: "Until recently, when you, who are the same type of people, have undergone earth-shaking changes, shining in one area after another that you have never been exposed to, it was like a wake-up call, waking me who was wandering in my sleep. It turns out that there is still a lot of fun in life."

Django's chrysanthemums slacked, he felt relieved, and smiled and said, "That's great."

It's pretty good. A rich second-generation who is addicted to the glitz of luxury and wealth has successfully arrived.

He never thought that he could influence others. Perhaps this is what is called "those who are close to red and those who are close to ink are black."

Chen Gan took another puff of cigarette, looked at the buildings lined outside the window, and said, "I only realized that this industry is difficult after doing it. I forgot all the things I learned in college, so I can only start with the simplest one."

It turns out that "rental collection" is how it comes to it, Django smiled and said, "Same thing for me, starting from the simplest."

Chen Gan took out another cigarette, held it in his mouth, lit it, and said, "Looking at your eyes, it seems that you have high expectations for me. Although I am trying my best to make changes, I can see some things very clearly. Talent is more useful than hard work, which makes me very uneasy, fearing that I will eventually live up to those who are still kind to me..."

He suddenly stopped, looked up at Django, and then he said the word "friend".

Django said seriously: "Things are done by man, so don't say anything is fate; the situation is created by the mind, and it will be easy to take a step back."

Chen Gan asked with a hint of distantness, "What does it mean?"

Django explained: "This is from Huang Qisheng's collection of words. Xie Kuomou wrote a letter to the Lingzu Hall of Jianfu Palace in Qingcheng Mountain..."

The first sentence means that things need to be done by people. Under certain conditions, whether things can be done depends on people's subjective efforts. You should not believe that everything is decided by God, and you should believe in the power of people.

The second sentence emphasizes not being too persistent. This is a balance and constraint on the first sentence. Doing something does not mean going to the point of getting dark. You must know how to make choices and move forward and backward. Sometimes taking a step back and turning back does not mean retreating. Maybe a broad world will appear. The key lies in whether your heart is peaceful and peaceful.

Chen Gan said angrily: "The urban routine is too deep, I want to go back to the countryside. Your pussy is hiding too deep!"

Django pretended to be frightened and said, "Oh, I'm not pretending. I originally wanted to be a playboy, but the old man had lost all his family business before I could get into my hands."

Suddenly, a Sichuan opera changed his face. In the blink of an eye, his face was filled with smiles and said, "Did you say it's a coincidence that I happened to have a project that makes sure to make a profit."

Chen Gan's eyelids twitched. This picture and this conversation seemed a bit familiar. He subconsciously asked: "What project?"

Django moved down and sat next to him, hooked his broad shoulders with his hand, and said seriously: "Even the white wine is green these days, what else can you say to make a profit? Of course it's a TV series."

"You are the first to say that TV series can make money." Chen Gan looked at him with his eyes squinted and hummed: "Haoyouduo Group knows, our largest supermarket chain in Hangzhou. Why can't we see their supermarkets in various regions in the past two years? It's because we invested in several large-scale TV series with hundreds of millions of dollars, and we lost all our shorts."

Nowadays, more and more companies are shooting film and television dramas, and the quality of TV dramas is gradually declining, but the market capacity is so large that consumers can choose freely, so there will definitely be losses in TV dramas. There are not a few TV dramas that lose money, but the majority.

But Django swears: "That's because there is no me."

"You?" Chen Gan didn't understand.

What does it have to do with you whether or not a TV series makes money?

Can you increase your viewership?

Or can you sell it to a TV station or video platform at a high price?

To put it bluntly, if you have this ability, will Huafeng Media become like this?

etc.

He seems to...

Django was not in a hurry and explained step by step: "Do you like watching martial arts dramas?"

"Nonsense." Chen Gan licked his lips and said very yearningly: "Every man has ever had a martial arts dream in his heart, so do I."

Django asked step by step, "Well, which martial arts drama is your favorite?"

Chen Gan almost blurted out: "Zhang Yuechen's "The Sword of the Night Rain in the River and Lake" is a free and free river and lake, and can be free and easy, a pot of wine by the river, a boat on the river..."

It happened to be one that Django had watched when he learned about the martial arts drama on Blue Star. The score was quite high. After he finished his dream, he continued to ask: "If there was a martial arts drama that could be comparable to "The Sword of the Ten Years of Night Rain in Jianghu", would you watch it?"

Chen Gan immediately said, "Look, of course I'll see."

After talking about this, no matter how stupid it is, it should be clear what Django has taken so many twists and turns.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Is the TV series in this project you just mentioned that is so good?"

Django said solemnly: "It's not a question of whether it looks good or not. It's really the kind of... flesh and blood... with novel martial arts... that brings together love and hatred..."

Chen fucked his mouth and said, "It's too general."

Django picked up the folder on the coffee table and placed it on his thigh, saying, "Can you guarantee that you won't talk after reading it?"

Chen Gan saw the words "The script of "Little Fish and Flowers" written outside the folder, and his curiosity was suddenly hooked up, and he nodded repeatedly and said, "That's necessary, just weld the mouth to death, okay."

Django let go.

Chen Gan looked at it.

Scripts and novels are different literary styles, among which scripts are considered special styles.

"Script" is a variant of novel art to adapt to stage plays or film and television art. They can achieve psychological expression through the performance of actors or special processing of lenses. In this way, a large number of abstract descriptions in novels must be deleted and replaced by unique expression methods of stage plays or film and television dramas.

The expression of "novel" is extremely casual and depends on the style of telling the story with the author. People who read novels are not likely to have a specific sense of picture, but a strong sense of memory.

To summarize it simply:

Script - Use text to describe the picture.

Novels - use pictures to describe text.

When Django saw Chen Gan enjoying it, he felt relieved, because he was afraid that he would not understand it.

Little fish, flowers are not bad...

The Valley of the Evil, the Palace of the Evil...

The magical skill of wedding dress, the five-descendant magical skill...

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Chapter completed!