China Entertainment's My Artistic Career

Chapter 39 Questions
Two days later, He Hua came to BJ Film Academy with the script he had just printed out.

He Hua was actually a little embarrassed to face Jiang Wei. After all, his script was a copy of someone else's work, and now he needs his help to revise it. I feel a little shameless!

But there is no way, we have come to this point, the big deal is that in the future, if there is a good script, Mr. Jiang Wei will be asked to shoot it, so that he can have a brighter future as a director.

He Hua took out his mobile phone, found the number and dialed it:

"Hello, Teacher Jiang...Yes, I'm here...Okay, I'll wait for you."

Not long after hanging up the phone, He Hua saw an ordinary middle-aged man in a dark red short-sleeved shirt, dark blue jeans, and black-rimmed glasses walking towards him.

He Hua hurried up to greet him:

"Teacher Jiang?"

The man smiled and nodded, raising his hand.

He Hua quickly reached out his hands and shook hands with him: "Excuse me, I need you to come out to pick him up."

"It's okay, let's go, go to my office." After speaking, Jiang Wei led the way half a step ahead, chatting with He Hua while walking.

"I heard you're only a sophomore?"

He Hua followed suit step by step:

"Yes, 04 grades, they will be juniors soon."

"Young and promising, our school teachers have read your book before, and they all spoke highly of it. You deserve to be a TV screenwriter."

"You appreciate the award. I have seen your "Silent Witness".

Jiang Wei also laughed:

"Give me the script, we're just communicating, don't be nervous."

He Hua took the script out of the file bag and handed it to Jiang Wei, thinking: I am not nervous, but embarrassed.

As soon as Jiang Wei took it, he looked at the font size: "Hey, I wrote a lot, it seems that I have something to do today."

He Hua quickly explained:

"It's okay, take your time, don't worry, I came here today just to get to know you."

Jiang Wei glanced at He Hua in surprise. He had heard some teachers say that the child was very proud, but he didn't see it:

"Okay, let's go to my office and have some tea first."

After speaking, Jiang Wei opened the script in his hand while walking, and was quickly attracted into it.

He Hua looked around boredly while walking, thinking:

"Why is there no one there? Are you all in class? Or did you go to the crew?"

"Hey, that's Wang Luodan, right? Struggle will be broadcast next year. Shouldn't she be filming now? But her acting skills are a little weak, and she acts the same in everything."

"That one looks familiar. It seems to be called Yuan Shanshan? I don't know why so many people scolded her to get out of the entertainment industry in the barrage? The acting skills are not too bad, Nortel is at a normal level."

"Hey, Li Ya, I rely on you."

He Hua was a little agitated, he was too familiar with him during this time, and looked at him over and over again:

"He seems to have stayed in school to teach, and then he seems to be married to Teacher Tianchi. After that, we really need to get to know each other well."

Soon the two came to the Nortel teaching and research building. Jiang Wei was fascinated by the script and tripped over the steps.

Fortunately, He Hua's quick eyesight and hands quickly grabbed him, otherwise he could really kowtow and break his blood.

"It scared me to death." Jiang Wei stood up and was still in shock.

He Hua complained:
"Mr. Jiang, you scared me to death."

"Haha, don't blame me, it's your fault that the script is so well written, I'm fascinated by it." Jiang Wei smiled and clapped the script in his hand.

He Hua was speechless: "Thank you!"

Are you praising me or yourself.

Jiang Wei didn't look any further, and led He Hua to his office:

"Sit down, sit down casually, do you like to drink tea?"

"I like it. I drink it with my father since I was a child. I'll do it myself. Teacher Jiang, please don't bother me." He Hua hurriedly stopped him and poured water to make tea by himself.

"Alright, I'm really itching for you to work hard. Your script is really good. I'll read it first and talk to you later."

Jiang Wei didn't refuse, just sat down in his seat, took the script, turned to the place he just read and continued to read.

After He Hua made the tea, he was bored and picked up a book:
"Ms. Jiang, can I read this book?"

Jiang Wei, ummm, I don't know if I heard it or not.

He Hua looked through the pages on his own.

The time passed when the two were immersed in reading, until someone knocked on the door:
"Ms. Jiang, don't you want to eat? Are there any guests?"

He Hua raised his head, hey, he just said we knew each other, and here he came, so he quickly got up and shook hands:
"Hello, Teacher Zu Feng."

Zu Feng turned around in his mind: Who is this?But still shook hands very politely: "Hello, who are you?"

Jiang Wei took off his glasses, pinched the corners of his eyes and introduced to Zu Feng:
"This is He Hua, from the Chinese opera. He came here to find me something."

"Oh, hello, hello." Zu Feng nodded at He Hua again, but didn't say anything.

Jiang Wei got up and asked Zu Feng:
"Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten a piece, go eat some."

Zu Feng quickly waved his hand: "I've eaten, you go, I'll go first."

After speaking, he nodded to He Hua and left.

He Hua didn't know what to say, Zu Feng didn't seem to have any masterpieces yet.

Jiang Wei came over:
"Don't mind, he is not talkative and relatively silent, but his acting skills are very good, and he is also a good person."

"It's okay, it's fine." He Hua shook his head to express that he didn't mind.

"I was fascinated when I saw it. It's almost time. Let's see what you want to eat. I invite you." Jiang Wei looked at his watch and said apologetically.

"No, no, I'm going back too. I still have classes in the afternoon..." He Hua was about to leave after speaking.

"No, no, no, how can we not eat when it's time to eat, and leave after eating." Jiang Wei stopped He Hua from letting him go.

"Mr. Jiang, I really have class in the afternoon."

Jiang Wei thought for a while:
"This way, this time I will show you a taste of the small stove in our school cafeteria, and I will treat you to a good meal another day."

After seeing He Hua, he still declined, and quickly added: "I must go, otherwise I will feel sorry."

He Hua could only agree.

The two left the office, Jiang Wei locked the door, and began to praise the script:

"The revision is really good. You captured the essence of the original 1-word novel. The characters are more plump and lively, and the rhythm is good. It's great..."

From the office building to the Nortel cafeteria, He Hua's face was blushing.

When he sat down at the dinner table, He Hua had no choice but to say, "Mr. Jiang, if you continue to boast, this meal is really unpalatable."

Only then did Jiang Wei stop, still unsatisfied.

"But seriously, the script..."

He Hua got up and was about to leave, but Jiang Wei quickly stopped: "Okay, let's not talk."

Seeing He Hua sitting down, he said seriously:
"However, I found a problem. It may be some of your habits in writing novels. The scenes and psychological descriptions are complicated, and the length of a single episode is too long..."

He Hua listened carefully and prepared to write it down in a notebook.

Jiang Wei stopped:

"No, I'll mark it out for you when I finish reading it, and you'll understand it when you look at it with examples."

"Your teacher must have taught you. Try to keep the length of a single episode between [-] and [-]. I see that you have no problem controlling the rhythm of the plot. The main reason is that too many side details lead to lengthy length. You have to learn to leave blank space."

After speaking, he smiled: "What do you ask the director to do if you are so meticulous?"

He Hua suddenly realized: This... there is no way, who let me see the finished product.

"I'll go back and change it."

(End of this chapter)