The perfect future of rebirth

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, and embraced Fan Baobao, who had changed from a girl to a woman, but was still so pure that people felt that she was a virgin before the age of 30: "Silly girl, there is always a line between ideals and reality." , It’s like diluting acid and alkali, which can only approach neutral indefinitely, but it is absolutely impossible to break through the limit. So no matter how hard I try, the rewards I get will always have flaws.”

"So?" Fan Baobao looked at her man charmingly.

Women are always very charming and attractive in bed. This point is like flirting with men in bed. It is a self-taught worry and cannot be deduced by common sense.

Zhao Fusheng took a look at the pair of beautiful eyes that were so clean and amazing, and said softly: "So you don't have to worry about me, I know in my heart, I know when enough is enough."

Contented people are relieved and happy, while persistent people never stop.

It is difficult for Zhao Fusheng to judge which of these two life attitudes is right and which is wrong, but he is very clear that life is the future tense, while people's perception of themselves is the past tense, and every thought of a person actually comes from the future self.

For Zhao Fusheng, all the choices now are the best among the infinite possibilities. It not only guides his transformation, but also allows him to go to a world he has never seen before and do things he has never done before.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, after eating Zhao Fusheng's love breakfast, Fan Baobao was picked up by her manager, and she was going to shoot a pictorial today.

Zhao Fusheng stayed at home and continued to write the script.

To be precise, continue to hold back.

There is no way, even if it is Zhao Fusheng, it is not so easy to write this thing, whether it can suit the appetite of the audience, whether it is in line with the current situation, that needs to be considered.

Speaking of this, Zhao Fusheng is actually very envious of those European and American screenwriters, they don't need to think about these things at all.

To use an analogy, the audience always said that a certain movie and TV series were unfinished, and they had to find someone to settle the score.

But in fact, in the United States, even if you know that the show is unfinished, you don’t know who to send the blade to, because any American drama is the result of the collective cooperation of many screenwriters. Maybe the story is a screenwriter, and the lines are Another one, the scientific issue about time travel, is another one, fans of the drama just buy blades and go bankrupt.

But if it is in China, every investor, female friend of the investor's boss who joins the show, a big-name actor or agent, the person in charge of the video website, and even anyone who has a relationship with the show may be involved. If you are the screenwriter of a certain episode, it is even more difficult for the blade to send it out.

Although Zhao Fusheng didn't mind others scolding him, he didn't want someone to say something about him after the movie was released, that would be a bad feeling.

Although his previous idea was to write the script and give it to Dong Chenxi, and take care of the rest, but the problem was that Zhao Fusheng still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart after thinking about it.

All the time, Zhao Fusheng felt that his awkward personality was really doomed to work hard.

After much deliberation, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Well, why don't you ask Lao Jiang to study it?" Zhao Fusheng said to himself.

After all, Jiang Wen is more professional than himself in making movies. It just so happens that this guy is participating in an event in the capital in the past few days. After passing this village, there will be no such shop.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng quickly dialed Jiang Wen's phone number, made an appointment, and Zhao Fusheng went out.

"What?" Jiang Wen looked surprised: "Are you going to write a script again?"

Obviously, he didn't expect that Zhao Fusheng came to him for this matter.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Well, in Zhang Guorong's play, I asked Fan Baobao for the role of the female lead, and the company said that since I want the role, I have to exchange it with a script."

"Hahahaha, you, what can I say about you." Jiang Wen was speechless for a while, and then laughed out loud. Obviously, he was gloating.

Too lazy to complain about this guy, Zhao Fusheng glanced at him: "Do you have any good ideas, give me some suggestions."

It is said that the three cobblers are the best Zhuge Liang, Zhao Fusheng feels that he and Jiang Wen together are better than the three cobblers.

As it turned out, he was wrong!

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Chapter 874 It's All About Text Messages

Zhao Fusheng didn't even think that he and Jiang Wen couldn't come up with a script together.

But the facts are in sight.

"Your request is too high, I can't think of it." Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng and said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, and looked at Jiang Wen seriously: "Old Jiang, think about it carefully, do you have any suitable ideas?"

"Really not." Jiang Wen said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

He is serious, because Zhao Fusheng's request is too high, not only the quality of the script, but also the need to be close to reality, Jiang Wen wanted to grab Zhao Fusheng's neck and ask him if he regarded himself as a Doraemon up.

"Why, don't you have any ideas?" After being silent for a while, Jiang Wen glanced at the silent Zhao Fusheng and asked strangely.

In his opinion, Zhao Fusheng has always had a lot of ideas, so logically speaking, he shouldn't be unable to think of them.

"It's not unexpected, it's lack of inspiration, understand?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, didn't hide it from Jiang Wen, and said with a wry smile.

Jiang Wen was startled, hesitated for a moment, thought for a while and said, "How about I talk to you about the latest gossip in the circle?"

His idea is very simple. What Zhao Fusheng lacks now is inspiration. Chatting with him by himself may inspire his inspiration. After all, things like scripts are sometimes just a matter of thought.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "What kind of gossip, just chat, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Wen chuckled, with a very funny expression on his face, and said casually, "We're just chatting."

"I didn't see it, but you are still a person who likes to gossip." Zhao Fusheng glanced at Jiang Wen, and said indifferently.

Jiang Wen shrugged: "You, actually, you really don't understand this circle."

Zhao Fusheng remained silent, Jiang Wen's words really hit the nail on the head, he really didn't understand the film and television industry, and most of the time Zhao Fusheng actually dealt with things relying on his life experience and experience in his mind.

As for the so-called rules in this circle, what Zhao Fusheng knew was actually no different from those netizens in his previous life. After all, he was not in the entertainment industry before his rebirth.

In many cases, different positions determine a person's judgment on things, and they will also be different.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng sitting there in a daze, Jiang Wen shrugged, not in a hurry, and picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank.

After a long time, Zhao Fusheng raised his head, saw Jiang Wen's embarrassed expression, and couldn't help complaining: "You man, what kind of expression is this?"

"It's nothing, I just saw that you were quite disappointed, and thought I shouldn't disturb you." Jiang Wen acted like I was doing it for your own good, which gave Zhao Fusheng the urge to strangle this guy to death.

"roll!"

Zhao Fusheng said unceremoniously that he found that every time he and Jiang Wen got together, he would always be provoked by him.

Jiang Wen laughed out loud, feeling quite happy.

Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to say anything about this guy's bad taste, so he just let him go.

"Actually, you don't need to be too anxious. You haven't made an appointment with someone to deliver the manuscript, so write slowly." Seeing Zhao Fusheng's frowning look, Jiang Wen smiled and said.

In his eyes, writing a script is not about eating and drinking, so how could it be done overnight.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, he didn't explain too much with Jiang Wen, the two people have different ideas, so it's meaningless to say so much.