McGonagall received Cynthia's first draft a week later.
When she got the thick manuscript, Mag also praised Cynthia's efficiency and diligence. Compared with the original script, it was obvious that more than 100 million details had been added.
But after Mag made herself a pot of black tea, she sat leisurely in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the thick "Phantom of Death", and started reading it carefully.
Cynthia sat opposite him, holding hot tea in both hands, carefully observing Mag's expression.
This was the first time she had submitted a manuscript to her boss face to face, so she was a little nervous, a little ashamed, and a little hopeful.
This was the work she had been working on for a week, not just because of love, but mainly because Mag gave it too much.
After a while, Mag slowly closed the book, stared at Cynthia with a strange expression for a while, took a sip of tea, put the cup down gently, and said helplessly: "You know if you change the place and write this kind of thing? How many years will the sentence be?"
"Huh?" Cynthia looked confused.
"Don't pretend to be stupid. I asked you to enrich the details. How can you just enrich it in that aspect? People say: "When the lights go out, the bed sways, and the room is filled with spring." You have developed two plots in one stroke. Ten thousand words?" Mag put his hand on his forehead, feeling like he was about to burst.
"Didn't you ask me to write about what I'm good at..." Cynthia lowered her head, her face slightly red, but she still felt a little aggrieved.
"I'm talking about details! Details!"
"Isn't it detailed enough?"
"Uh..." Mag looked at Cynthia and was speechless for a moment.
The two were silent for a while, and then Mag silently picked up the book again, skipping the detailed plot that was not suitable for children. The overall completion level was still very good, and it had changed from an obscure script to one that could be read smoothly. of popular.
This girl is indeed a talented person, but it is a pity that she has not been used on the right path.
"It has to be changed." Mag put down the book again and looked at Cynthia.
Cynthia pursed her lips as she wrote. What she feared most was that the editor said she needed to revise the article. Revising the article was much more painful than writing it.
"Where to change it?"
The donor couldn't afford to offend him, so Cynthia could only ask.
"Change the parts that are not suitable for children to a level that children can watch." Mag said.
Cynthia blinked and said, "What are the specific standards?"
Mag thought carefully for a while and said: "No description is allowed below the neck."
"A world with only heads?" Cynthia asked in surprise.
Mag rolled his eyes: "It's not just about the head, it's about not describing it in detail."
"How is that possible! The most important thing is the details. Without details, the sense of reality will be lost. I cannot accept this kind of modification." Cynthia retorted.
Mag was surprised by Cynthia's rebuttal and pondered: "But this is a book that we want to target a wider group of readers."
"Then just let the children not read it. This world is not only for children, and what I write is not a children's book. Why should I have to accommodate them.
If I don’t write something in my book, wouldn’t they see beautiful ladies wearing short skirts and tube tops when they walk on the street? Even if they can't see things openly, they will still hide under the covers and watch secretly. "Cynthia said with a serious expression and a firm tone.
Mag looked at Cynthia and couldn't help laughing. She nodded and said: "Okay, then we won't follow this standard, but you still have to cut out the plot. This is a serious film, and the focus is on portraying the male and female protagonists. The emotional development between them and the plot of facing the enemy together are enough to support this story.
I hope that if this film can be widely circulated, it will be because the story itself is exciting enough, not because it is suitable for watching secretly under the covers. "
"But……"
"If you insist on adding this plot, unless you sign 'Cynthia' on the back of the book." Mag said calmly.
Cynthia opened her mouth, and finally nodded obediently: "Okay."
She would never dare to do such a shameful thing as signing her real name.
And as Mag said, this is a very good story. Even without those plots, it will not affect the excitement of this story at all, and it will have a wider readership.
"You can take it back and revise it. You can keep that part for now. If this book becomes popular, it can be published as an adult version of the fanfic." Mag pushed the book in front of Cynthia.
"Is this okay?" Cynthia's eyes lit up. She was still regretting that the content she had worked so hard to write was deleted, so Mag gave her another way out.
"The premise is that the original work can become popular first." Mag smiled, "So, let's think about the modifications after we go back."
"Okay, I'll go back first." Cynthia put down the cup, picked up the book on the table and stood up to leave.
"Such a diligent author is really rare." Mag said to himself with a smile as he watched Cynthia's back disappear outside the door.
After drinking two cups of tea, Mag also got up and pushed the bicycle out.
In addition to going to Hope Academy to teach children these days, Mag also built a film and television city outside the city outside the Warcraft Mountains.
When shooting a movie, location is naturally very important.
Mag searched around the City of Chaos but failed to find a suitable venue, so he finally decided to spend his own money to build a venue.
The story of A Chinese Ghost Story was changed by him. The story no longer takes place in Lanruo Temple, but in a mountain cave.
The male protagonist is not a bill-collecting scholar with nowhere to stay, but a chef who strays into a cave in search of ingredients...
The cave was built on a cliff outside the Warcraft Mountains and was transformed from a natural cave. It probably looked like this: there was a small mouth in the mountain, as if there was light, entering through the mouth. At the beginning it was extremely narrow, and then he became enlightened. After taking dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.
Mag chose this place because there is a huge natural cave inside. With a little modification, it can become a beautiful photo-taking spot.
Moreover, the internal caves extend in all directions, which are enough to meet most fighting needs, and the scenes that need to be built are also greatly reduced.
When Mag arrived at the scene, a group of elves were building a bamboo house. An underground river slowly flowed around the house, and fish could be seen swimming happily in the clear river water.
There are luminous pearls inlaid above the cave for lighting. Of course, these are not real luminous pearls, but lamp beads that imitate luminous pearls. The lighting effect is much stronger than that of luminous pearls. The key is that they are cheap.
"Mr. Mag." Several elves greeted Mag in a familiar manner.
"Thank you for your hard work." Mag smiled and nodded. During this period, his projects were all contracted by the night elf construction team, and there were many acquaintances on site.
Elves work meticulously and conscientiously, with high work efficiency and very high-end aesthetics. Apart from being a bit more expensive, they are much easier to use than the dwarf construction team.
Officially resume two updates today~~~
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