Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

The human figure lying in the mall is naked, 188cm tall, with a large physique, long arms and legs, brownish curly hair, thick and long eyebrows with a natural sword-like shape, and eyes that are open beneath the eyebrows. The gray-blue pupils are like the fog over Berlin, but they are lifeless, making people think of a robot or a large BJD.

He has a typical mixed-race appearance, with his Eastern features not being particularly prominent; they can only be glimpsed from his smooth lines and bone structure.

Jiangxi Heng never expected to see his own body in the mall.

Moreover, he discovered that the body had become younger, to the point where he was about twenty years old.

"What's going on?"

4399 commented: "[I don't know either! The store refreshed and new items appeared! Wait, I found out that the pseudonym's popularity has increased! With the release of thirty songs, Elias has become a mysterious and famous music creator in China. After opening his Weibo account, his number of followers has exceeded ten million. The logic chain prop is at work, treating him as a real "person," so the heavens allow the pseudonym to be born in another form.]"

Ten million is not even a fraction of what Jiangxi Heng has in his account.

But by sheer chance, the growth-type items were able to achieve their maximum potential.

Jiangxi Heng's expression went blank as he struggled to speak: "You mean, I can still bring this model into reality?"

[Of course, host, don't worry. The consciousness of this body is bound to yours the whole time. It's like you're remotely controlling a robot. How amazing, there are two hosts!] 4399 was also experiencing something like this for the first time, and excitedly rubbed her hands together.

Jiangxi Heng fell silent.

He certainly wouldn't resist his own body, and to be honest, he's definitely more familiar with the body he's used for over thirty years.

It's just that there are two versions of myself at the same time... It's still pretty strange when you think about it.

"How do I do it?"

[Exchange it with Civilization Points!]

4399 retrieved the model's information; the required civilization points are 100 million!

Jiangxi Heng counted the zeros at the end and relaxed: "Okay, anyway, I can't afford to exchange it right now, so just pretend I didn't see it."

4399 jumped out anxiously and said: [How could you not afford to exchange it? To have 100 million in savings, it's equivalent to the host needing 600 million civilization points. Nowadays, a movie can create 10 million civilization points for the host. Even with the most conservative estimate, filming ten movies would be enough to achieve the goal~]

Jiangxi Heng encouraged him, "That's a good calculation. Considering my plan to film two movies a year, wouldn't it take another five years?"

4399 hesitated: [...]

Jiangxi Heng remained calm and turned off the system screen: "So, I just can't afford to redeem it now?"

4399 stopped urging the host to spend money and instead asked: [Host, Xingbao only visited for one day and then left. Did you scare him away?]

Jiangxi Heng pulled out a document containing a large number of "similar" works purchased from the system's database. He summarized them into an outline, copied it onto his computer, and replied with an amused expression, "Why would you be scared away by me?"

4399: [Because you agreed to be with him]

"No," Jiangxi Heng adjusted his work glasses and said seriously, "I have no plans for a long-distance relationship."

4399 bristled, thinking its host and Xingbao had gotten together!

So all that tender talk they had last night was really just about the "handover"! The host even personally taught Xingbao how to act; it wasn't flirting, he was genuinely teaching her!

It's a shame it was grinding away on the sidelines, even shouting "Mosaic army, come quick!"

Pshaw, aside from the host going to the bathroom and getting a mosaic effect, it never got a mosaic effect.

"But there's something we all agree on."

Jiangxi Heng raised his head and laughed, a laugh full of youthful energy.

I like Xie Xingyan.

4399 let out a soft whimper and covered her face in embarrassment.

Jiangxi Heng leaned back in his chair, treating 4399 as someone he could confide in. His gaze fell on the gray and white ceiling, and he sighed, "I used to think love was like a raging fire, where when feelings were deep, you wanted to caress and kiss, like dry wood burning until dawn. It was like ocean waves in a downpour, capsizing a ship on a cloudy day, leaving behind a mess..."

Like moths drawn to a flame, they approached each other, sacrificing themselves in a self-destructive act; an irreconcilable conflict arose, leading to an abrupt end.

This is the kind of love that Jiang Yingdi "saw" in countless film and television works.

But Xie Xingyan told him that there is another way to express love.

It is waiting, it is worship, it is pity, it is favoritism.

It was a slow, Renaissance.

4399 smiled when it saw its host smiling. It thought that its host looked even better than when it stood on the world awards stage, holding up a golden trophy.

……

Jiangxi Heng handed the computer to Ling Wushuang.

Ling Wushuang opened the PowerPoint presentation and saw hundreds of pages of slides.

"In the name of Huanyu, we will hold a scriptwriting competition, with two rounds in spring and autumn. We will draft some of the topics and leave the rest to netizens and the public," Jiangxi Heng said. "The scripts for Huanyu cannot be solely based on my work."

Spring has passed this year, so the autumn competition can only be held in the second half of the year.

Ling Wushuang looked at the first slide of the PPT, which read:

[Hint: When the protagonist, Fro, was young, he fell in love with the beautiful Minna. However, because he was a poor boy, the two could not be together despite their love in their youth. Minna married someone else, and the male protagonist waited for her for 51 years until her husband passed away. Only then did the two finally come together in their twilight years.]

[Requirement: Please flesh out this story, give it a soul, and add other meanings to the simple word "waiting".]

Seeing Ling Wushuang looking at the PPT, Jiangxi Heng said, "Each season will have ten different themes, such as [love], [family], [friendship], [death], [struggle], [separation], [war]... In short, we want to involve millions of netizens. The script should be limited to 10,000 to 100,000 words. The event will last for three months. As for the other details, you can arrange them."

Ling Wushuang had already read through the first few chapters of the PPT and had a general idea of ​​the event.

He nodded: "What about the prize money?"

Jiangxi Heng thought for a moment and said, "The top ten will be awarded prizes ranging from 10 to 500 million yuan. In addition, the scripts of the top three will have a chance to be adapted into film and television works."

Ling Wushuang gave a thumbs up: "President Jiang is very generous."

Five million is enough to buy the adaptation rights to an excellent novel.

However, a script is a script, and a novel is a novel; the two are still somewhat different.

"I'll make the arrangements as soon as possible. It just so happens that Monchi has recruited a batch of new people... Are you planning to go abroad after filming wraps up?" Ling Wushuang said with a smile, "Director Noel is urging us a bit too much, he's always afraid you'll run away."

Jiangxi Heng calculated the time and decided, "Let's set it for the third day after filming wraps up."