Fan Keqin continued to make up nonsense and said: "The left half of his face was plunged into darkness, while the right half was bright. On the bright half, the nasolabial folds were very deep, there was some dirt, and the stubble was gray. It looked like he had not been groomed for a long time. Reason. The camera stretched, changed to a panoramic view, and rotated to the left. Gradually it was revealed that this man was wearing dirty clothes, kneeling in the desert, and another man in a meticulous suit was standing behind him, holding a gun. Hitting the back of his head. The killer's face was like his, half light, half dark."
At this point, Fan Keqin said: "Isn't this just a short-shot script? Of course, you can try to write down the story first, and then use the lens language I mentioned to describe it all. The language does not need to be very well-written, just plain and precise narration is enough.
Then, you can estimate the time appropriately and divide the overall story into three major paragraphs, the beginning, the development, and the end. When each paragraph is connected, there should be ups and downs of the plot. Of course, each large paragraph must also have several ups and downs to connect it...
As you gradually try to write, I feel that you will definitely be able to write better and better. Maybe the big director likes your script and puts it on the big screen. Then we will go to the cinema together and watch the stories you wrote. How interesting it will be. "
Lu Xiaoya thought for a while, obviously a little moved, and asked: "How much is a script worth?"
Fan Keqin actually didn't know, but he could make a rough estimate and said: "If it's good, in U.S. dollars, it's probably worth a few hundred dollars or even a thousand dollars."
"Then... forget it." Lu Xiaoya said, "I might as well make more money by writing books. Actually... it depends on the situation. If you have nothing to do, you can also write and play."
"Hmm... It seems so." Fan Keqin felt that what she said was very reasonable. If you just write scripts these days, you really can't make much money. The number I mentioned may actually be an exaggeration, especially in China, where scripts are really not worth much.
Even if a famous screenwriter writes a good script, it is not very valuable in China. All I can say is, it’s okay. It really can’t compare to the remuneration Lu Xiaoya earns from writing books.
After the dishes were served, the two of them started eating and drinking. In fact, Fan Keqin is also used to eating things from foreigners. Of course, it won’t work if it’s too special, such as some dark cuisine. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, it is nothing more than food.
As for Lu Xiaoya, she is quite artistic in nature, so she can still eat it regardless of whether she is Chinese or foreign. After the two of them finished eating and drinking, everyone ordered a dessert, vanilla ice cream, and began to eat it slowly bit by bit. Let’s talk while eating.
As a result, the bottom of the ice cream was left, and a waiter came over and said, "Is this Mr. Fan?"
Fan Keqin had seen him answer the phone before, so he started to put the receiver on the table, and then asked two tables of guests before coming over. So he nodded and said, "Yes, do you have a phone call for me?"
The waiter bent slightly and said, "Yes sir."
Fan Keqin made an apologetic expression to Lu Xiaoya and said, "Dear, help me settle the order. Maybe they are looking for me." He stood up and walked to the counter.
He actually didn't think that Zhuang Xiaoman would be able to find him today, because after all, things had just been arranged not long ago. Although it is said that various places, small towns and so on are a few days early.
But the smaller the place, the harder it is to walk. Although the Japanese and puppet agents also have elite agents, they can't fly either. How could they be so fast? So he was a little confused.
Reaching out to pick up the phone, Fan Keqin said: "Hello? Who is looking for me?"
Sure enough, Zhuang Xiaoman's voice rang out and said, "Dear, it's me, your cousin is here."
This is the code word they agreed upon in order to confuse others even in a public environment. After others listen, they will think that Fan Keqin's lover or Xiaoqing is looking for him. He didn't take it seriously. Even if he brought his real wife, Lu Xiaoya, and others heard about it, they would just think that this boy Fan Keqin is quite fancy. Don't know anything else.
After hearing this, Fan Keqin said: "Oh, my cousin is here, okay, I'll go home right away. Just wait a moment."
"There's no rush." Zhuang Xiaoman said, "We are receiving him normally. My cousin is very happy and I don't blame you for not picking him up."
What my cousin meant was that he had found a suspicious person, and he was most likely a Japanese and puppet agent. Instead of being anxious, the normal reception meant that the brothers from the Security Bureau had already resorted to tricks and started following him. And I don’t blame you for not picking him up, it means everything goes well. At least everything is going well now.
Fan Keqin felt relieved and said, "Okay, that's it, I'll go home right away."
He put down the phone and saw that Lu Xiaoya was also on the counter next to him, taking the bill and looking at him with a slightly wrong expression.
Hey, isn't this a misunderstanding? Fan Keqin immediately responded, smiled and hugged Lu Xiaoya, and the two walked out of the western restaurant. He whispered: "It's my secretary, we are talking in code. My dear, you know, I only love you, don't get me wrong."
Hearing this, Lu Xiaoya rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not that stingy. Besides, I knew what you were doing when I first met you. It was just the first time I met you, and I felt a little...how should I put it? , it’s a bit magical.”
Lu Xiaoya smiled and said, "You have to go back to the station, right? I'll just go home as a rickshaw."
Fan Keqin said: "Okay, be careful on the road." As he spoke, he stretched out his little finger and ring finger with his left hand, and used the other fingers to smooth his hair. I looked around and saw a rickshaw parked not far away on the left side of the road, so I pointed my hand normally and said, "There's a rickshaw there."
"Yes." Lu Xiaoya said, "I saw it...you should also be careful."
Fan Keqin smiled and said, "It's okay."
The action he just made was a gesture to his bodyguard. He knew that he had at least six bodyguards following him secretly. Or somewhere across the way, watching in secret. Or park the car on a street and stare in the direction of the restaurant. In short, it is impossible not to follow.
So the meaning of his gesture was to separate two people to protect Madam when she returned. After all, Fan Keqin left halfway through the date, feeling a little apologetic.
After sending Lu Xiaoya away, Fan Keqin got into the car himself. Follow the start and drive forward along the road.
The French restaurant where we ate was not far from the Security Bureau, so within ten minutes, Fan Keqin's car drove into the Security Bureau's compound...
