The sick and the sick are reborn

Editor

When Yuan An woke up from his afternoon nap, Qin Sixing was no longer in the lounge.

He stretched his waist and immediately felt refreshed.

Outside the lounge is Qin Siming's office.Yuan An got up and tidied up before opening the door to go out.

However, standing in front of the desk in the office were special assistant Jiang Yuhan and another middle-aged man.

The two were reporting the progress of some project, and Qin Sixing sat on the boss's chair and listened carefully.

Yuan An opened the door and saw this scene, so frightened, he quickly retreated to the lounge and closed the door.

Hearing a "click", the two people at the desk looked back.

Jiang Yuhan was expressionless, and turned his head after taking a look.The middle-aged man had a teasing expression on his face, he glanced behind the door of the lounge, then turned his head and winked at Qin Siming.

Qin Siming didn't seem to notice, but said in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

The sound insulation in the lounge is good, Yuan An put his ear against the door, but he didn't hear anything, so he wasn't sure if the two people outside had left.

He had no choice but to sit back on the single sofa in the lounge and read a book.

About 10 minutes later, there was a light knock on the door of the lounge.

Before Yuan An could go to open the door, Qin Siming opened it from the outside, "They're gone, come out."

Yuan An put down the book and walked out.

Qin Siming straightened his curled up hair, and said, "I've asked Uncle Yang to take the lunch box home. Why don't you go directly to Xilan Cafe from the company?"

A few days ago, someone got Yuan An's contact information from director Xu, and specially invited him to Xilan Cafe to talk about the next script.

The time is about three o'clock this afternoon.

Yuan An nodded, "Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

"I want you to sleep more."

Yuan An pursed his lips and did not speak.

Qin Siming noticed that he was a little depressed, and asked, "Why are you unhappy?"

Yuan An looked at the wall clock on the wall and said, "It's almost three o'clock. If I wake up earlier, I can stay with you for a while longer."

Qin Sixing was startled, feeling as if his heart had been hit by something soft.

He laughed softly: "You have been with me for a long time. I will go home early in the evening."

Yuan An blushed slightly and nodded.After he hugged Qin Sixing, he left the office.

Jiang Yuhan was standing outside the office, saw Yuan An coming out, and said, "Mr. Yuan, Mr. Qin asked me to take you there."

Yuan An was taken aback, "Will it trouble you too much?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuhan shook his head, "If you have a chance to catch fish, don't bother."

Yuan An was a little surprised when he said such words in a serious manner, and then said with a smile: "Then let's go."

Xilan Cafe is not far from Qin's Building, about five or six minutes' drive away.

This coffee shop focuses on high-end consumption, with luxurious decoration, and there is a club opened by the same owner next to the coffee shop, so some wealthy second generations love to hang out here.

Yue Yuanan is the editor-in-chief of an entertainment company.This entertainment company has produced some self-made blockbuster dramas, so the editor in charge is also quite arrogant.

After seeing Yuan An, the editor in charge looked him up and down, and said in a calm tone, "So young."

He didn't say anything else, but with his eyes and these words, it's hard not to make people feel that he is questioning Yuan An's ability.

Yuan settled down, looked at the editor in charge, and found that the other party was only in his twenties and thirties.

But he didn't say anything, and didn't respond to the editor's words. He just smiled faintly and sat down on the sofa opposite the man.

There was a polite smile on the man's face, as if the words just said were just inadvertently.

He said: "Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Ji, and my name is Feng. I am the editor in charge of Dianxing Media."

Yuan An nodded with a smile, neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, I am An Yuan."

Ji Feng helped the glasses frame, and said: "I want to know, how many scripts have you written?"

"In terms of film and television scripts, there is only "Cold Sword"."

Ji Feng nodded, "Oh".

At this time the waiter came over, Ji Feng didn't rush to say anything, and ordered two cups of coffee.

When the waiter left, Ji Feng tapped the table lightly with his hand, "There are no other scripts... It's like this, the hit dramas that Dianxing Media has produced in the past few years are all big ones. , Do you have any ideas for a larger layout? Maybe we can discuss and see if your style is suitable for our company."

Yuan An was startled.

He has also watched the hit dramas of Dianxing Media. Although there are many hot searches on the Internet, the ratings are not high. The only one with a relatively high rating is worth more than seven points. It belongs to capital and fans. Blown out of the explosive drama.

As for the big picture...

"What kind of layout is considered big?" Yuan An asked.

Ji Feng glanced at him and said, "You really are young..."

He didn't finish his words, it seemed that he was just feeling emotional, but his attitude was enough to show.

The smile on Yuan An's face has not changed, but the look in Ji Feng's eyes has become a little cold.

Ji Feng didn't notice this, and continued: "For example, our company's leading female lead drama "The Legend of Yu Ning", which talks about the feelings of family and country, has a big pattern. Now the market likes this kind of drama."

Talking about the feelings of family and country, the pattern is really big.But this drama is only covered with such a layer of skin.

Yuan An smiled and said, "I may not be able to write this kind of script."

Ji Feng smiled, not aware of the other meaning in Yuan An's words.

Instead, he looked proud, clasped his hands on the table, "I see. You are just a freelance screenwriter now, right?"

Yuan An nodded.

"If you can't write it, it may be because you are inexperienced and not capable enough. But if you sign a contract with our Dianxing Media, we will arrange teachers to teach you classes, as well as professional editorial guidance, so that you can write better scripts. And, If you sign with Dianxing Media, then I can guarantee that any script you write can be made into a film and television drama."

After Ji Feng finished speaking, seeing that Yuan An didn't answer, he talked about some other explosive dramas produced by Dianxing Media.

As he spoke, the waiter had already brought the coffee.

Ji Feng was thirsty, stopped to take a sip of coffee, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Yuan An lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

"Sorry," Yuan An raised his eyes and smiled, "I think it's good to be a freelance screenwriter, and I don't have the idea of ​​signing a contract with a film and television company for now."

"Also, my style does not match your company, but I don't want to change myself because of it, and write some stories that make me unhappy."

Ji Feng's face suddenly became a little ugly.

"With all due respect," Ji Feng sneered, "As a freelance screenwriter, maybe your script is in your hands and you won't be able to sell it for a few years."

He looked at Yuan An contemptuously in his eyes, "You are young and have insufficient experience. At most, you can only write a little bloody idol drama. Who will buy a script that is destined to lose money?"

"Furthermore, there is no responsible editor for you to stare at. You don't even know where the scripts you want to write fail to pass the review."

Yuan An sighed, "You made an appointment with me today, do you just want me to sign a contract with your company?"

Ji Feng didn't speak, but snorted disdainfully.

Yuan An asked in a flat tone: "I'm just a small screenwriter, what's the use of your company signing me up? The teacher will teach the class, be responsible for the editor's guidance, all of which will cost you?"

Hearing this, Ji Feng's eyes dodged slightly.

He felt that Yuan An's calm eyes seemed to have seen through him.