China Entertainment's My Artistic Career

Chapter 89 Northern Ireland
He Hua said that he would not participate, but after listening to the discussion of the three roommates all afternoon, he was still worried.

When it was time for dinner at night, He Hua began to remind me little by little:
"The hero doesn't have to have a stepdad or a stepmother, he can also grow up in a single-parent family. The mother passed away early because of the father, and there are conflicts and barriers between father and son."

"Yes, the hero is promiscuous everywhere, and finally fell in love with his brother's girlfriend, friendship and love!"

"There must be a counterattack. I succeeded. I will take back all the things I lost, so that you can also feel the pain I have suffered. How many floors does a bag of rice have to carry?"

At first, the three of them didn't pay attention, but felt that what He Hua said was explosive, and the discussion became more and more heated.

But the three of them found out after more times, and looked at He Hua speechlessly.

He Hua was also a little embarrassed, and turned his head away in embarrassment. He didn't expect to see a young lady with a suspender on the upper body and super shorts on the lower body getting into a Porsche. He Hua couldn't help feeling:

"The problem of worshiping money is quite serious now, the world is getting worse!"

Can't people be the object of Zheng'er Bajing?

Gao Jian said: "If you have any questions, just speak up, anyway, you have to read this book at the end."

He Hua thought for a while, yes, I am Party A, I wanted this book, and I can ask for it openly.

So he sat upright and stated his point of view with righteous words:
"I don't care what your scripts specifically write, but as literary and art workers, we have to shoulder our responsibilities and focus on some social issues."

Liu Zhonglun pretended to be a dog's leg, and filled He Hua's glass with beer:

"You say you say, we try our best to meet your requirements."

He Hua gave a "hmm" and tapped on the table to signal that it was all right.

"Now there is a word called: Bei Piao Clan, which refers to our group of people who have worked hard in BJ from other places. We must pay attention to this group and focus on reality."

"There is also the issue of worshiping money. Now everything in society looks at 'money', as if everything can be measured by money. What about love? Money and love are in front of you. How would you choose? I think it can be discussed."

Lao Guo silently took a pen and wrote down what He Hua said in his notebook.

Gao Jian lit a cigarette and thought quietly.

Liu Zhonglun gave He Hua a thumbs up, and then asked:
"Hua Zi, have you already thought about the outline? Or let's forget it this time, we'll still be the same as before, you list the framework, we fill in the details, three, this number is very philosophical."

Gao Jian and Lao Guo also looked at He Hua.

He Hua shook his head, picked up the mutton skewers and ate them, and said vaguely:
"No, no, don't think too much, it's just that if I was asked to write the story of "Struggle", I would have thought about how I would write it."

Liu Zhonglun was curious: "How do you write it?"

"I will create a metamorphosis character."

"Being born in poverty is not a disgrace. If you can bend and stretch, you can be a husband."

"He has low self-esteem and sensitivity. He is talented and hard-working. He hopes to gain self-esteem and respect among a group of rich and powerful friends, but society has dealt him a heavy blow."

"Just when he was struggling against fate, the betrayal of his friends and the suspicion of his girlfriend pushed him into the dark abyss. He stopped insisting and started to climb up by all means and everything."

"At the end of the day he got success, but he also lost a lot."

The three fell silent after listening.

After a pause, Gao Jian frowned and said:

"With such a character as the protagonist, TV dramas are not easy to pass the review."

He Hua shrugged, raised his wine glass to greet everyone:
"Come, come, drink, and I'm not in a hurry to get the notebook, so take your time."

Liu Zhonglun raised his wine glass: "Ma Dan, I let you say all the good things, drink and drink."

Yes, He Hua instilled some of the characters and concepts of "BJ's Love Story" into his roommate.

But how they write later, whether to return to the original story or go another way, is none of He Hua's business.

The next day, He Hua came to Nortel again on a small electric donkey, and suddenly felt that things were different, and the woman he had been thinking about was no longer here.

And I am no longer that simple boy:

"Did anyone tell you I love you so much
Has anyone ever cried in your diary
Did anyone ever tell you that I care
Care about the distance to the city

"

After singing a few lines, He Hua laughed "hehe".

Feeling a P, I don’t know how good my life is, chic and comfortable.

One day, I will find a girl I like, and she will be full of eyes on me. Be a couple that everyone will envy, and let that woman regret it!Awesome!

He Hua walked into Jiang Wei's office with ease.

"Brother Jiang, I'm here, is there any problem with the script?"

Jiang Wei glanced at him angrily:
"You're just looking for work for me this day, and I'm going to take a good rest for a year, and I've been disturbed by you again."

As soon as He Hua heard it, he knew that Jiang Wei had been attracted by the script of "Before Dawn", but he would not recite the blame for disturbing his vacation:

"How can you blame me, I am also a victim! Sister Jing can't wait to call me three times a day to urge me to write a script, and I don't want to."

"So if you want to blame, you can blame Sister Jing, just like a landlord Lao Cai, who doesn't give long-term workers a half-day rest."

Jiang Wei couldn't say no to him, smiled wryly, stopped entangled with this issue, and directly talked about the script: "This time I read this book, there are some places that don't look like what you wrote?"

He Hua nodded without hiding anything: "I was too busy before, so I asked my friends to help me and let them fill in the details for me."

"I said, but the rhythm is still tight, thrilling, it's your style."

He Hua was a little surprised by Jiang Wei's compliment.

Jiang Wei got up and poured two glasses of water for himself and He Hua, then sat on the sofa and chatted with He Hua in detail: "How did you come up with such a story?"

He Hua rubbed the water glass, and began to find reasons for himself:
"I saw netizens' comments on "Latent" on the Internet before, saying that the protagonist's aura is too big. Everyone knows that Yu Zecheng has friendship with the Communist Party of China and knows that there are undercover agents in the station. Under such circumstances, it is unreasonable for him to sabotage the Tianjin station many times without being monitored."

Jiang Wei was fascinated by this, and when He Hua paused, he continued, "So this time, you will let the protagonist and his team walk on the edge of life and death forever, and don't give them any chance to breathe."

He Hua nodded and took a sip of water.

"The story is a good story, but don't you think the characters you created this time are not as three-dimensional as the characters in "Latent"?"

He Hua smiled wryly. He also knew about this problem, but every time there is a big change, it will destroy the structure of the story, so all they can do is to enrich the image of the characters through small details:

"I have already done my best."

Jiang Wei also knew that he was too picky, and the script was already very exciting so far.

"Okay, I'll think about it again, if it really doesn't work, that's it."

(End of this chapter)