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Domestic screenwriters have no status, this is something everyone in the circle knows.

The big-name actors can change the script, the strong capital can change the script, and the director can change the script if they have different opinions.

It seems that as long as you are an individual, you can change the script.

If you want to keep your script from being modified by others, the best way is to be your own capital and invest in filming yourself.

If it is self-investment, it will prevent the script from being sold by the screenwriter, the work will no longer belong to the screenwriter, and the screenwriter has no right to interfere with the awkward situation of the crew shooting; if it is self-investment, the actors can choose by themselves, and the script can only be modified by themselves. There will never be a situation in which "The Hidden Corner" is not known until it is broadcast.

This is the only way to change the fact that the screenwriter is not taken seriously by the crew-is to be more than a screenwriter.

Zhang Yun knew it all his life, and he knew it all his life.

But knowing it, knowing it, wanting to do this, it is more difficult than imagined.

For the time being, after setting up a film and television company, whether it is possible to find good actors and directors, these secondary problems, the first thing to be solved is funding.

When looking for investment, it is the investor who has the right to speak in the end; where does the money come from if you don’t look for investment and do it alone?

It costs tens of thousands of dollars a day to save a crew and the money for group performances alone. If you add in the pay of well-known actors, you can get tens of millions in a rough calculation.

Zhang Yun has now sold four scripts, how much did he sell in total?

After paying the tax, it was more than three million yuan. Zhang Yun also paid out more than half of the three million yuan to buy a house for his parents. He now has only one million yuan in his hands.

I want to save a crew to film my own, forever.

And even if they really saved enough money for filming, how many people would dare to invest half of their lives in a movie that they don't know if it can be done?

Zhang Yun, who had been fed up with the script being changed in his previous life, had moved on to the idea of ​​going it alone countless times, but he hesitated every time when he had a chance to do it alone.

Because he can't guarantee that if he writes a script that he thinks is good, he will be able to make a widely acclaimed film and television drama.

If a good script is so easy to write, there won't be so many bad dramas and bad movies every year.

So in the past life, Zhang Yun has always been just a screenwriter.

After coming to this parallel world, in order to make enough money, Zhang Yun also came up with the idea of ​​going it alone and collecting most of the profits in his own hands.

This time the idea is very strong, and full of confidence, without hesitation.

Because Zhang Yun has countless market-proven scripts in his mind, he can be sure that as long as he has enough money to invest in filming, he will definitely gain something.

But that is a long-term plan. At least Zhang Yun currently has no ability to implement this plan.

However, this fact today excites Zhang Yun too much. Seeing that "The Hidden Corner" was completely different from the script he wrote at the beginning, Zhang Yun once again recalled the powerlessness he had when he was a screenwriter.

The script was changed and there was no way. There is no way to find a flow with no acting skills. Seeing that the excellent script is turned into a messy third-rate drama, there is no way.

At this moment, Zhang Yun came up with an idea that has never been so strong-he wants to do it alone! He wants to control his script in his own hands!

"What's special, I have to pass through, so I have to be angry?" Zhang Yun was incoherent by the parallel world version of "The Hidden Corner", and I don't know how many swear words are today.

"Go it alone! I have to do it alone!" Zhang Yun looked at the bad reviews of "The Hidden Corner" by those people on Douban, and was determined, "I want to save enough money as fast as I can, my own script, shoot my own! What! Traffic, any changes to the script, get out of here!"

After saying this, Zhang Yun was very motivated.

After less than three minutes, it seemed to have entered the sage mode, and it withered.

"It's too early to talk about this, I don't have money! I don't have any money if I want to go it alone!" Zhang Yun had to recognize the reality now, "At least I have to sell a script of dozens of episodes."

"If someone could fall from the sky and give me 10 million yuan..." Zhang Yun thought daydreamingly.

Five million is fine!

"Ding Dong!"

As soon as Zhang Yun's voice fell, the doorbell rang.

This surprised Zhang Yun.

Could it be that the golden finger I crossed is actually responsive?

He ran over and opened the door expectantly, and then saw Yi Xuebin with a sweaty face and an anxious look-the dreamless screenwriter dedicated to IP adaptation at the screenwriter's party.

It seems that I think too much.

Seeing that it was not here to send money, Zhang Yun sighed in disappointment and asked: "You are..."

Before Zhang Yun finished speaking, Yi Xuebin suddenly grabbed Zhang Yun, and he was about to drag Zhang Yun outside.

"Elbow with me, it will be too late!" Yi Xuebin yelled anxiously while dragging Zhang Yun.

"Wait, wait, wait!" The second monk Zhang Yunzhang couldn't figure it out. He pressed his hand on the door, resisting Yi Xuebin's strength, and asked confusedly, "What's too late? What do you want to do? "

"Don't talk nonsense, it's really too late to talk nonsense! Lin Zhenyuan is going to commit suicide!" Yi Xuebin yelled hurriedly.

Lin Zhenyuan is going to commit suicide?

Hearing what Yi Xuebin said, Zhang Yun knew that the matter was indeed urgent. Where did he dare to delay, he put the money-making business aside without even changing his clothes, wearing short sleeves at home, putting on a coat and putting on shoes. Just followed Yi Xuebin and ran out.

"What the **** is going on? Isn't Lin Zhenyuan studying the Go script? Why suddenly suicide?" The two ran away far away, and Zhang Yun had the opportunity to ask Yi Xuebin.

Yi Xuebin ran fast, and he said with lingering fear: "I don't know why Lin Zhenyuan committed suicide. Fortunately, I was idle today and went to Lin Zhenyuan for a drink, otherwise no one stopped him from jumping off the building! I asked him why he committed suicide. He didn't say anything about suicide, so he asked me to come to you. He wants to see you for the last time before he dies. I don't dare to delay, isn't this just coming to you!"

"I want to see me before I die? Is it because of the script?" Zhang Yun thought immediately.

Is it because I asked him to write the third idea, but he really couldn't write it, so he wanted to commit suicide? Want to see me for the last time before dying, do you want to drag me down together?

Zhang Yun's thoughts diverged, but he didn't understand why Lin Zhenyuan committed suicide.

With such a question, Zhang Yun followed Yi Xuebin all the way out of four streets, and finally came to the downstairs of Lin Zhenyuan's house.

"You, you said so far earlier, wouldn't it be okay to take a taxi!" Zhang Yun stood still, panting and said.

"Fortunately, fortunately, Lin Zhenyuan hasn't jumped yet!" Yi Xuebin didn't answer Zhang Yun. He raised his finger to the roof of the building. Zhang Yun immediately looked at it and saw a vague figure on the roof.

The figure was slightly thin, it was indeed Lin Zhenyuan.

The downstairs was already overcrowded at this time, and the police had already arrived at the scene, controlling the order of the scene while comforting the man above who was about to jump off the building.

Zhang Yun and Yi Xuebin did not dare to delay. After explaining the situation with the police uncle, they went straight to the top of the seventh floor with three steps and two steps.

When he reached the top of the building, Zhang Yun saw Lin Zhenyuan sitting by the roof at a glance. Lin Zhenyuan wore messy hair and an expression of grief on his face. He only wore a thin hurdle vest, and the slight cold wind made him tremble. The police and Lin Zhenyuan had long been talking about the sentence, but the effect did not seem to be ideal.

Explain the situation to the police. After the police agreed, Zhang Yun and Yi Xuebin came to the front.

"Hey, Teacher Lin, what's wrong, why can't I think about it all of a sudden?" Zhang Yun adjusted his breathing and asked Lin Zhenyuan with a smile.

Lin Zhenyuan turned around and saw that Zhang Yun had arrived. He first showed a friendly smile, then lowered his head guiltily, and whimpered: "Zhang Yun, I'm sorry for you..."