"Hey man, how about a glass of whiskey? The Chivas here is very authentic." The laughing words came into my ears, making the man who was drinking the slutty wine a little bored.

"Go away, I'm not interested in treating others to drink." He said impatiently.

Unexpectedly, the sound of surprise immediately rang again: "Who said you asked for a drink? I mean, I want to treat you to a drink, Eric."

The man couldn't help but be stunned, then turned his head and showed a surprised look: "Xiao...Shawn?"

"Yes, it's me, Eric. I didn't expect to see you here." Sean Tang in front of him smiled and patted him on the shoulder intimately, "How are you doing recently?"

Originally, I felt everything in my heart, but when I heard this, my annoyance immediately surged up again, but it was not easy to attack at this time, so Eric Reese just replied in a depressing manner: "It's just that."

"What? Is there anything unhappy?" Sean asked when he noticed something.

Reese opened his mouth and finally turned into a bitter smile. He looked at the young man in front of him but couldn't speak. Who would have thought that a small extra who had to rely on himself to turn over was already among the superstars a few years later.

"What are you doing here?" he asked instead of answering, but instead.

"Well..." Sean carefully observed his expression, "I made an appointment with a screenwriter to talk about things, talk about his script, and maybe invest in making a TV series."

Reese's face suddenly turned a little dark. What's worse than... a down-and-out screenwriter met a former little character and a current big character in a bar, and he was discussing the script with other screenwriters?

"How about coming here together, Eric?" Sean said suddenly.

"Together?" Reese was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly. He really didn't know what the meaning of going there together.

"Forget it, Sean," he said a little lowly, "I haven't written a good work for a long time. I just can't be a good screenwriter now, and I can't help you."

He has been in trouble in the past two years and has basically never written any better works. The two TV series he produced have had extremely poor ratings and was cut in less than a season. From October last year to the present, Reese has not received a job. Compared with the scenery at the beginning, he is really good at saying that he is useless now, so he has no idea of ​​even jealousy of Sean.

Sean blinked his eyes, flashed his clear expression, and then continued to persuade: "It's okay, let's go there together. Even if you say a few boring words, it's better than drinking alone here."

Then he sighed: "And, you know, although they all said that I have a good vision, I actually just made a choice based on my intuition. The script I am talking about looks good, but there are still many problems. I can feel it, but I can't tell where it is, so I need an experienced screenwriter to check it out for me. Although I also brought a few screenwriters here, they didn't play the role. Just when I was helpless, I saw you sitting downstairs."

He looked at him with a sincere look: "You have helped me before, Eric, and now you can help me, right?"

Reese was stunned again, never expecting that Sean would say such words. An inexplicable feeling surged out of his heart, a little bit of excitement and a little bit of at a loss.

His throat twitched, and he finally agreed: "Since that's the case... OK."

If you just go over and listen and give some advice, it won't take much time, and if you can...

Soon he arrived upstairs, in Sean's box, Reese met the screenwriter he mentioned, Tim Clin. This made Reese feel a little relieved. As a senior screenwriter and producer, Clin naturally knew each other, but this understanding has only been seen a few times, not familiar but not unfamiliar. What Reese is most worried about is that after coming up, he met people he hated, and there are few people in Hollywood who would never want to meet, and that would be a bit in awe.

"This is Eric, the person I respect the most. He led me into Hollywood at the beginning and was very good at screenwriters. I happened to meet him today. I want to hear his opinions." Sean introduced him to Clin and the others.

Reese blushed slightly, but he adjusted, greeted the others politely, and listened to them.

"I have to admit that at least it sounds really good." Reese, who had thought for a while after a rough understanding, said, "But there is one problem, and it is also a problem that all superpower TV series face, the balance of abilities."

"So I arranged at least one editor in each character to be responsible for character setting and exchange opinions and arrange plots." Klin was a little dismissive.

"I admit that this is a good idea, which can adjust the plot well and make the characters better obey the set personality," Reese said first, and then changed the subject, "but this is not impeccable. We all know that the more precise the instrument, the more troublesome it is to maintain. As long as there is a problem in the middle, it will affect the production of the entire TV series."

"Are you saying that there may be something wrong with my screenwriter, and it's still a big problem?" Klin frowned.

"I'm just stating the facts." Reese spread his hands.

"So what do you have to say, Eric?" Sean came out to smooth things over.

"Super abilities must be limited, or they must have weaknesses and restrain each other. For example, Serra, it is a good setting to observe the internal structure of the human brain to steal the other party's super abilities. Pete's setting is indeed too much, and it can be copied as long as it gets close. With so many abilities in hand, it is easy to make people dazzled and feel bored." Reese said.

Clin stopped talking, and he should have been moved by his expression, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Reese opened his mouth and wanted to continue analyzing the statements and proving that he was right. But then he thought that it was better for him to be invited by Sean to give it, so it would be better not to be so aggressive, so he changed his words.

"Don't worry, setting is always a very complicated thing, especially setting superpowers. Balance is necessary, but innovation is also necessary." He said.

"That's right, maybe we can really take time to brainstorm or something." Sean immediately said.

Klin couldn't help but sigh: "It's really not easy, especially when all the stories are told, how to express new ideas becomes the biggest problem."

"Yes, that's it," probably the other party's secret strait, but it was clear and helpless to infect Reese. He couldn't help but sigh, "I've considered a script and a movie script before. Several policemen accidentally harvested a box of cocaine when arresting drug dealers. They wanted to embezzle and sell it and share it, and eventually died of internal strife. Unfortunately, there are too many similar plots and don't know how to write them to be innovative."

"Is that so? Can you tell me in detail?" Sean immediately showed an interest expression, "Just treat it as improving your mood. We have been discussing "Super Heroes" for a long time. If you change your taste, you may be able to come up with better ideas."

Clin made a casual gesture and looked at Reese. Obviously, he was a little unhappy with his comments on those ideas before and wanted to take this opportunity to get the spot back.

Reese was a little annoyed, but this topic was first mentioned by Sean, and he couldn't say anything. And if you think about it carefully, his idea was very average, and there was no highlight in his normality, and it was no big deal to say it. Besides... he had heard those ridiculous voices before.

"The idea is relatively simple at the moment. There are four anti-drug police officers. They usually have a good relationship, just like brothers..." Reese immediately started. The story was not long and it took about thirty minutes to finish it.

"It's really average, there's no highlight." Klin shook his head after hearing this. This middle-aged man, who is almost 50, has never seen any script in Hollywood. Naturally, he knows that such a story is very ordinary. However, he did not take the opportunity to attack Reese, but asked something: "Have you ever thought about changing the way they want to reverse the target? It's not necessarily drugs, nor jewelry, as long as it's profit."

"What can I do?" Reese shrugged. He had considered all these, but like drugs, most of them were used.

"How about the stock?" someone suddenly interrupted, and it was an assistant from Clin.

"Stock?" Reese and Clin asked in unison, a little incredible, but full of interest.

"This is impossible. Do you want them to go to the stock exchange center to catch people?" Another assistant immediately retorted, it was someone brought by Sean.

"No, no, I mean, just change your career, of course, or an employee of the government's law enforcement department. This way the story has a sarcastic flavor, but it can be replaced by an agent of the FBI." The previous one immediately said, "For example, someone gained profits in the stock market through behind-the-scenes trading, but the CSRC could not find evidence for a while, so they joined forces with the police and the FBI to eavesdrop on key figures."

"It's impossible, such eavesdropping is illegal," another man shouted, but unfortunately everyone stared at him with the eyes of "idiots" that he had to raise his hands: "Well, I mean, is it appropriate to show such a plot in the movie."

"We've all shown more government violations in movies and TV, and are still worried about this? In fact, that's what we should do," Klin snorted, then turned to his assistant, "and keep talking."
Chapter completed!