Lin Zhaoxia returned home and sat in front of the computer, in a daze.
I turned over and over again my own original script and read it again and again. She had marketed these scripts countless times, which were the result of her countless efforts, but encountered obstacles at every turn.
This industry is based on seniority. Directors and producers have a thick stack of scripts on their desks, and they don't have time to turn over the scripts for a nobody like you.
Even if they think your script is well written, why would people spend money on it?
The theme is good, the creativity is good, the plot logic is good, etc. Just find two or three screenwriters to follow it. Why spend money on your script?
Wouldn't it be nice to find a screenwriter to write it at a low cost, and the copyright would return to the company?
Besides, when investors picked up the script and looked at it, they saw that it was a young screenwriter they had never heard of, and they didn’t want to invest.
The reality is so cruel.
Lin Zhaoxia sighed and began to browse the top online writing platforms to check the best-selling books on the platforms.
Books of various types are like stars in the sky, dazzling.
Click to open...many books are really hard to read. After persisting for a few pages, Lin Zhaoxia withdrew again.
Confused.
Senior Brother Jiang said: "You don't need to look into it. But you have to know the market trends. There is no high or low level in literary works. If they are sought after by the market and recognized by the public, they are good works, and they will have commercial value."
Existence is reasonable. The reason why a best-selling book sells so well is because the market needs it, and it just caters to the market.
Senior Brother Jiang asked her: "Zhao Xia, why do you insist on the path of literature?"
"How do you want to persist?"
"Zhao Xia, stick to your dream. You have to live first. If you can't survive, talking about dreams is nonsense."
"There's no shame in talking about money! There's even less shame in making clean money!"
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Lin Zhaoxia sent Zhang Lianqiu a WeChat message and started chatting.
Asked her: "Senior Brother Jiang said he would introduce me to a screenwriting studio. Do you think I should go? Or should I submit my resume and become a working screenwriter?"
Zhang Lianqiu was on the set at this time. Her lead role was supposed to be completed in the past two days, but the lead actor couldn't come, so her lead had to wait and work with the other party's schedule.
She was so angry that she wanted to curse.
He hid in a corner and called Lin Zhaoxia. After complaining for a while, he said, "Now that you have finally escaped from the sea of misery, why do you still have to go back to work? Isn't it good to be a freelance screenwriter?"
"I am free, but I feel so insecure. I don't know when I will be able to live again."
When I work, the salary is not much, and one person has to do the work of several people, but I am paid every month, so I don’t have to worry about not having money to pay the rent.
Zhang Lianqiu sighed after hearing this. Zhaoxia was in a different situation than her.
Although I have always told Zhaoxia not to worry about the rent, if Zhaoxia does not have a stable source of income and her family, she will definitely feel anxious and uneasy.
"Would you like to go to the studio introduced by Senior Brother Jiang?"
Lin Zhaoxia hesitated: "I'm in another place. I said I should think about it. He actually didn't recommend that I go. He said that it would be good to stay in Haishi and there would be many opportunities."
"Yes, yes!" Zhang Lianqiu nodded fiercely.
"Where are you going! You went to another place, then when can we see you? Just stay in Haishi. I can go to your place to stay for a few days as long as I go home. That's great. Don't go to other places! I will live Find it for you."
After graduation and working, I realized how valuable the friendships established on campus are. No matter how far apart we are, there is less contact and the relationship will slowly fade away.
Lin Zhaoxia asked her again: "Senior Brother Jiang suggested that I transfer online articles. Do you think I should give it a try?"
"Try it, it doesn't cost anything. The cost of trial and error is also low. Just give it a try, maybe you can become the next Jiang Hua."
Speaking of Jiang Hua, Lin Zhaoxia became excited: "Do you know how much the copyright of the novel he sold last month was sold for?"
"How many?"
"Twenty million!"
"grass!"
Zhang Lianqiu's loud voice was so clear that it made Lin Zhaoxia's ears buzz.
As if urging reincarnation: "Bao, hurry up and give it a try! When you become rich, the sisters will hug your thighs! I don't care about artist assistants! I will be your copyright agent!"
Lin Zhaoxia was given a tube of chicken blood by Zhang Lianqiu. After hanging up her cell phone, she immediately started to register on major websites and added all the best-selling books on the home page to her bookshelf.
Brother Jiang said that writing online articles allows people to concentrate on creation and write what they want to write. Being a screenwriter requires socializing, socializing, and accumulating contacts...
You can't write according to your own ideas without judging people's expressions.
Lin Zhaoxia felt that she needed to practice behind closed doors for a while. Concentrate on creation and write some words that you really want to write.
On the other side, Zhao Guangyuan's mentality also changed. Ever since I had this adventure, I always wanted to do something.
But in the evening of the same day, he received tribute wine sent by his good father, the Emperor, on a fast horse. There is nothing else to say.
Zhao Guangyuan knelt on the ground and thanked him for the reward. He gave the reward and sent the envoy away. Looking back at the jars of fine wine brought as tribute in the palace, he smiled sarcastically.
Do you really think that I am an alcoholic?
I, Zhao Guangyuan, must be a real loser in his eyes.
That's fine too.
I immediately opened a jar and got very drunk. In the daze, it seemed that the sun and the moon had changed places again.
Zhao Guangyuan pressed his forehead and slowly sat up from the sofa, feeling more awake.
Looking at this strange yet familiar place, I suddenly laughed. He actually returned to the girl's home again.
This sofa is incredibly soft, better than the cold and refreshing hall floor tiles.
Zhao Guangyuan stroked it again and again, and saw an object on the sofa. He picked it up and took a closer look. What is this?
Lin Zhaoxia was browsing popular articles in her room, very seriously.
As a result, I heard movement in the living room.
When I came out, I saw that it was the drunkard again! My eyes immediately widened! Is her home an inn? Is she a good person or an injustice? The kind who just take in people and eat and drink for free?
There was also a smell of alcohol in the distance. His face was suddenly filled with disgust. And the drunkard was holding something of hers.
"You, put it down quickly!"
Lin Zhaoxia was so angry that she ran over and snatched it away, carrying Tuan Ba Tuan Ba behind her back.
Staring at him: "See no evil, do nothing! Don't you understand?" Hooligan! Do you have such a hobby?
Zhao Guangyuan was stared at in confusion, "What is this?" He couldn't look at it?
Lin Zhaoxia bared her teeth, MD, this man is so tall, but you can't show weakness.
Standing straight, she raised her head and stared at him: "This is private territory, do you understand? A woman's personal belongings cannot be touched casually, do you understand? Don't see, don't listen, don't speak, don't move. Isn't that what you always say?" "
What object was it that made her glare angrily?
Zhao Guangyuan looked at her, his face suddenly turned red, and he turned his back hurriedly!
What kind of reaction is this?
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned. It wasn't like she had never worn sleeveless housecoat before, so she thought he was making a fuss. He glanced at himself lightly...
With this swipe, you’ll be as good as you are!
He covered his chest, turned around and ran away!
Oh my god, I didn’t know this drunkard would suddenly show up, and she wasn’t even wearing any underwear!
The nightgown on my body is still silk, a bit see-through! Don’t make the bulge of the fleshy part of your chest too obvious!
To die!
Zhao Guangyuan heard the door slamming loudly, and his face and ears became hotter and hotter. He sat back on the sofa and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
It's really embarrassing.
