After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 333 Can he become the "King of Screenwriters"?

What is the most distressing and saddest thing?

Maybe it was when you were playing the game that you entered the starting interface. When you just heard that "the enemy has thirty seconds to arrive at the battlefield" and when you were still buying outfits, your crystal suddenly exploded!

Perhaps a girl mustered up the courage and finally decided to hand over herself to her boyfriend completely, booked a couple's room, decorated a romantic atmosphere, lay down on the bed and looked forward to it, and her boyfriend also did all the preliminary caressing work. Then, after just touching it, he finished his gun and finished it. He did nothing except kissing you all over the saliva.

Perhaps you finally found a wife and used all your savings to buy a new house, give a betrothal gift, and hold a banquet. As a result, you were kicked out of the wedding room and your best man entered the wedding room for you, and you spent your money to live in your room, sleep in your wife, and beat your baby.

Many things in reality are like the above. You think you have just begun, the facts are over, and the ending is still frustrating and sad, such as the TV series promotional battle carefully planned by Bai Jingliang and his mother.

Bai Jingliang sat at the dining table. Maybe he was probably hungry, but he had no appetite at all. He could only look at the dishes on the table in disdain, and an indescribable sadness surged into his heart.

Everything was going on as he expected. "The Beautiful Woman is Like a Jade Sword and Rainbow" will be overwhelmed by "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" from the beginning of the promotion, and then the ratings, reputation and so on.

Bai Jingliang felt that with the script written by his father, the strength of his mother's company, and his own efforts, there should be no big difference in completing the expected plan.

But who knew that when the promotion was first promoted, he was directly crushed. It is no exaggeration to say that now he walked on the street and just asked someone the same question. His answer was definitely to know "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" rather than "The Beauty Like a Jade Sword Like a Rainbow".

The award of "The Three-Body Problem" made the people remember Chen Tianhong's name again and remember things related to him.

"Dangdang."

Bai Jiran looked at his son's listless appearance, narrowed his eyes, picked up his chopsticks and tapped the dish.

"Jing Liang, no matter what, I will eat the meal first. This is what your mother has learned for two months of cooking and specially made for you."

"Son, you don't have to worry. Early publicity cannot represent the final result. You have to believe in your father and yourself."

Yang Jiaqin comforted her and put a large piece of braised pork in Bai Jingliang's bowl. Her words made Bai Jiran squint again.

"Yeah, I understand."

Bai Jingliang felt a little confident, and he must listen to his father's words.

So he put the meat in his mouth and chewed it slowly. The taste was quite sweet and he could taste the mother's efforts. However, the sweet meat fell into his stomach, but it was bitter. This was the taste of failure.

The meal carefully prepared by Yang Jiaqin was destined to flow away. The whole family ate this dinner with a taste of wax.

Bai Jingliang survived it with difficulty, and after dinner, he planned to help his mother clean up the dishes. This action was an unconscious action, but in fact his mind was very messy.

"snort!"

Bai Jiran suddenly snorted and slapped the chopsticks hard on the table. He was very angry and very angry.

Although he is a literati, he ranks first in his family and does not lose his temper normally. This tantrum scared Yang Jiaqin and Bai Jingliang, and he didn't even dare to let go.

"Don't clean up first, you both come to the study room, I have something to ask."

After throwing this sentence off, Bai Jiran got up and went to the study.

Bai Jingliang looked at his mother worriedly. Because of his admiration, he was taken from the majesty. The person he feared the most was his father. This was done without his father's concealment. He was afraid of being scolded and beating.

"It's okay, son, everything is mine."

Although Yang Jiaqin is a little afraid of her husband, she has been together for so many years, and it is better in comparison.

After the two arrived at the study, Yang Jiaqin winked at her son, and Bai Jingliang hurriedly brought the brewed tea to the desk.

"Dad, you have tea!"

"snort"

Bai Jiran did not go to see the teacup, glanced at his son, and snorted coldly from his nose.

"Tell me!"

"What are you saying? What's wrong with Lao Bai? Look at you getting so angry."

Yang Jiaqin plans to test how much her husband knows first, and what specific aspects of getting angry.

"What are you saying, what are you talking about? Let's first talk about why you chose to release the TV series on Yajue Film and Television on the National Day holiday, and the promotion fee has exceeded three times the normal TV series promotion budget. Even if it is competition, there is no need to make such a big book!"

"Who else allows you to privately ask friends in my circle to deliberately target Yajue Film and Television without my consent, or even Hongwen. Do you know what the news media outside said about me, what did Lao Jin and the others think of me? They called and asked me what conflicts did Hongwen and what could I have with that child? Hum? Tell me!"

Bai Jiran became more and more angry as he spoke. At the end, he slapped the desk hard. Because of the large movement, the water from the shocking teacup was sprinkled out.

"Lao Bai, it's a competitive relationship. You don't know that Yajue Film and Television has been seizing our market resources recently. If we don't suppress it, our company will lose more in the future."

Yang Jiaqin wanted to explain with sloppy eyes, but before she finished speaking, she heard the sound of hitting the desk again, and she immediately stopped talking.

"Nonsense! Why are there no movement in Yuanxi Film and Television, Zhongsha Film and Television, and Huyu Film and Television? How come the market is fighting for? You are malicious competition, harming others and not being beneficial to yourself, so don't talk."

After scolding his wife for a moment, Bai Jiran pointed the artillery fire at his son.

"Bai Jingliang, you said, what conflicts do you have with Hongwen? You dare to lie to me with one word, but you know the consequences. When you asked me for a script, I suspected something was wrong. I didn't expect that you were so brave and dared to fool your mother."

When Bai Jingliang heard his father call his name, his legs were so scared that he became weak and he wanted to escape.

When Bai Jiran saw his son's timid appearance, he was even more angry.

"Dad, don't be angry, I say, I say everything."

Bai Jingliang was really frightened. This was the first time he saw his father get so angry since he was a child.

Next, he started from the beginning with the "hate, affection and hatred" between himself and Chen Tianhong, from the first meeting with Liu Yifei in the art exam of the Film Academy a year ago, to the second confrontation with Chen Tianhong at the College Student Activity Center, and how to use his cleverness to find a way to prove himself, until his current failure.

His remarks are like a blind and confident dog and a bloody and tearful courtship history. They say that they are full of love and love, especially incorporating feelings, and they also leave a few tears of love. Coupled with that handsome and beautiful face, they look a little pitiful.

The more Bai Jiran listened, the more angry she became, and the more Yang Jiaqin listened, the more distressed she felt. This was the first time she heard the full version. She never expected that the son who was praised by her as heaven, the son who was so outstanding in her eyes would actually pay so much for a girl. What's even more funny is that she couldn't even be a spare tire.

"Enough! Childish, scavenger, maggot, how could I have you, a terrible son! It's embarrassing! It's embarrassing!"

Bai Jiran couldn't bear to listen anymore, so he grabbed the teacup and slapped it directly at his son's feet.

His facial features were distorted, and his voice was filled with regret. If Yang Jiaqin hadn't stopped him, he would have gone up and slapped two big mouths.

My son had also messed up things between men and women before, but he took the initiative! The woman was the one who paid the price. Although there were moral problems, it was a man. It was a bit elegant when he was young, so Bai Jiran didn't think there was any big problem.

But this time it was different. This time it was my son who paid the bill, and the pay bill was disliked by others. In order to "be jealous" with his boyfriend, he also borrowed the power of his family to make trouble.

This kind of behavior is too naive and embarrassing. Isn’t this accusation and rushing to give away the heads? If the friends in the circle find out, they will not laugh out loud.

There is also someone who is not good at competing with, but they won’t even choose the opponent. That’s Hongwen, who is recognized as the best and most promising young man in China.

Not to mention his son, Bai Jiran would greet him politely when he saw him. He is a member of the Writers Association headquarters, and so is he. In terms of connections, he is not inferior to him at all, and even better than him in some aspects.

"Lao Bai, please calm down. Jing Liang is still young. It is understandable that young people do something important for their love impulse! Besides, we may not necessarily lose! I watched the TV series' full films, the quality is very good, and my son's performance is also very good. Director Yao highly recognizes it."

Yang Jiaqin still felt sorry for her son after all. She first used a broom to clean the teacup fragments, then walked to Bai Jiran, helped him knead his temples, and advised carefully.

Maybe my wife's massage was effective, but maybe Bai Jiran felt sorry for her son, so her tone slowed down a lot.

"Bai Jingliang, I tell you, you are not allowed to interact with that girl in the future, go to school and shoot your scenes well, and stop doing such a childish and embarrassing thing in the future, don't you hear it?"

"Dad, but. But"

Bai Jingliang did not dare to reject his father, and was reluctant to let go of Liu Yifei. He just struggled with this, bent on him and wanted to struggle for a while.

"But what! No, but! Unless you want to break off the father-son relationship with me! Go out and get back to your room! I'm so angry that I'm so useless!"

Bai Jiran couldn't see his son Wei Nuo's appearance, and the veins in his temples burst out.

In fact, what he was most angry about was not that Bai Jingliang deceived him, nor because he targeted Hongwen, but that after encountering setbacks, he lost no energy at all. How could a big man achieve great things in the future?

Although Bai Jingliang knew that his father was talking angry, he was really afraid! Compared with Liu Yifei, he was naturally important to admire his father since childhood. In the end, he had to look for help at his mother and then return to his room desolately.

Yang Jiaqin understood her son's eyes, but she did not help her immediately, but gently massaged her husband. Until she saw that Bai Jiran's breathing became stable and her face was not so ugly, she slowly spoke.

"Old Bourne"

"Jiaqin! Make a cup of tea for me first, don't want the kind I usually drink. I want green tea, and then add some chrysanthemums and honeysuckle."

Yang Jiaqin was not saying anything, and got up obediently and left the study to make tea. Only then did Bai Jiran sigh long, his eyes became complicated, and his hands intertwined, as if he was calculating something.

About twenty minutes later, Yang Jiaqin returned to the study with her newly brewed tea. She had just put down the teacup and before she could speak, she heard Bai Jiran’s question.

"Is that child Jingliang okay?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jiaqin stared at her husband in a daze. How did he know that he had gone to see his son while making tea?

"My son is very sad and his mood is still stable. It's okay, you don't have to worry. Lao Bai, I actually think we may not lose."

"This is not a question of whether to lose or not. You can't hear it. The girl doesn't care about him at all. Instead of letting him get deeper and deeper, it's better to cut the mess quickly. When it's broken, it's the most correct way to make choices. I'm not blaming my son, but his performance is really disappointing."

"But my son doesn't have a chance! I understand women's psychology. As long as our son is excellent enough, there is still a chance."

Yang Jiaqin still wants to fight for her son.

"Haha, it's excellent enough? Who can compare with young people of their age in China? This is a fact!"

"Then let's just let it go?"

"Of course it won't be that simple. Even if Jing Liang is wrong, I will not allow others to bully our son at will. Jiaqin, the promotion of the TV series "The Beauty is Like a Jade Sword and Rainbow" continues, but the methods need to be changed. In fact, we can reap their traffic in the reverse direction."

Yang Jiaqin understood instantly that popularity is mutual. No matter what means it is used, it is enough to let everyone know their own publicity. The following is the head-on battle in the quality of the TV series, which she is confident about.

But her confident expression made Bai Jiran shake her head.

"Jiaqin, don't be blindly optimistic. How do you make sure that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is not as easy as us. It is indeed not that easy to adapt a novel into a script, but for the original author, especially for some people with higher talents, it is not as difficult as imagined."

"And Liu Jianjun's professional level is not low. We all know who the major shareholder behind Yajue Film and Television is. Can I still not know the true level of Jing Liang's child? It would be great if I could get a draw at that time."

Yang Jiaqin was silent. Her husband's words were very real, but she was unwilling to accept it!

"Husband, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do? My son can't do it, I'll do it!"

Bai Jiran said self-deprecatingly, then narrowed his eyes and said in a deep tone.

"As long as he wants to follow the screenwriter's path, he has a big chance to fight in the future. Haha, I, Bai Jiran, have never been afraid of anyone before."

Yang Jiaqin's sudden words made her body soft. She married Bai Jiran regardless of the age difference, mostly because she was obsessed with her talent and her confidence that she never panics when encountering things.

But she couldn't understand what her husband did next, so she saw Bai Jiran take out his cell phone, find a number and call it.

"Hey, Lao Tang! It's me, Lao Bai, I heard that you took a drama recently. The script was written by Hongwen? How about it? Is it convenient to talk about it?"

"Old Tang? Hongwen's script? Oh, Tang Xianjun!"

Yang Jiaqin thought of a recent news.

"Haha, Lao Bai! I'm already filming in Egypt. The script was indeed written by Mr. Chen. I can only say it's good, very good. You will know the specific ones when the movie is released. I may not be sure that I can win the Bollywood Best Director Award for this."

"Bollywood? You're not kidding me!"

Bai Jiran felt a stern when he heard this. Whether it is directors, screenwriters, or celebrities in the domestic entertainment industry, they all want to step on the red carpet of Bollywood, but so far, few of them have won this honor, and he has never won it.

"Well, I will know that then. Lao Bai, I know about your wife's company. As a friend, I would like to advise you that if there is competition between companies, I won't say anything, but don't think about playing against Mr. Chen, you really may not be able to win."

"What do you think of Mr. Chen? If he devoted himself to writing scripts, I think he could become the "king of screenwriters" and would make countless directors crazy."

The phone was turned off, the water in the teacup was already cold, and my wife's gentle massage continued, but Bo Jiran had only one sentence echoing in his mind.

"He can become the "king of screenwriters" and the king of screenwriters"

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