"You want to raise a screenwriter?"

Chen Feng looked at Hu Fang who had just returned from Cannes. This guy finally couldn't hold it in.

"Do you think this entry point is OK?" Hu Fang looked at his boss nervously. Although he was already a hot V in the entertainment industry and a guest of honor for countless celebrity directors, he was still trembling in the face of Chen Feng.

"Tell me why?" Chen Feng ate the tea and said lightly: "I want to save the domestic script shortage?"

"Hehehe, it's not that great." Hu Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a slut: "You said the film industry chain is too long and the water is very deep. I feel that there is still potential for this entry point and pain point to be tapped?"

Chen Feng looked at Hu Fang in front of him again. The once weak chicken unknowingly grew to have independent ideas. I am very pleased.

"You may not know that there is a seven-story building specially used for film and television in Zuojiazhuang, Chaoyang District, which is specially used to house screenwriters. It is called Shangkangcheng Apartment, which is known as the prison of screenwriters!"

Hu Fang smiled and said, "The life inside is hard to imagine. It is both a world of fame and fortune, and it is also a creative prison. A group of screenwriters of all sizes are there to create closed-doors. Before submitting the manuscript, they cannot go out even if they eat, drink, defecate, and urinate."

"Shi Jianquan of "Heroes" and "The Devils Are Coming"... Gao Manchu of "Two Family in Wenzhou"... and many screenwriters of popular online dramas now..."

Chen Feng leaned on the sofa. To be fair, he really didn't know much about the entertainment industry. He just heard that the water was deep and there were all kinds of birds in the forest. This is why he is still waiting and watching.

"Hey, some people are gunmen for life and cannot get the right to sign, some people write movies that are about to start filming but temporarily cancel the final manuscript fee. More of them are vampires who plagiarize other people's scripts in exchange for survival manuscript fees..."

"I can only sigh one sentence when I talk to them in the past few months..."

"One general's success will bring thousands of bones to pieces!"

Hu Fang sighed and shook his head and said, "You have never been to that place, a little bit big, crowded with film and television companies of all sizes. Just throw a potato from the office and hit a screenwriter's head."

Chen Feng said in confusion: "There are some hotels, why choose that place?"

"You don't know how messy this industry is!" Hu Fang said helplessly: "The monthly rent for a house is 7,000 or 8,000 yuan. Usually, 30 episodes of TV series can be handled by veterans in three months, and 30,000 yuan can be handled by 30,000 yuan, right?"

"But do you know how difficult it is to meet a screenwriter who can submit his manuscript on time?"

"It's okay to delay the draft for ten days and half a month. Many people can't stand it. After getting a 20% deposit, the world has evaporated!"

"There are even party members who directly scolded the streets: these grandchildren are too bad and must be watched. They will be like the rogues."

Chen Feng was a little surprised. Isn’t it that the screenwriter is the most vulnerable group in the film and television industry chain?

"A few days ago, he drank with a screenwriter. His current boss is Li Yapeng's brother Li Yawei. He kept him in the building for more than two years, but now he hasn't even put a single notebook in it."

"I was once a top student in classical philosophy in 985 universities. After graduation, I devoted myself to the screenwriter industry. But I found out that you are like an agency in the film and television company?"

"Every day, I accompany my boss to socialize everywhere, and see all kinds of weird things. I drank from 11 o'clock to 10 o'clock in the evening. After serving the boss, I still feel dizzy and read the planning plan, script, and put forward suggestions for revisions..."

"I've been living a dog for more than a year, and finally a director asked him to discuss projects. I was so happy at that time that I thought the peak of my life was coming soon..."

"The end is actually a gunman!"

Seeing that the boss was very interested, Hu Fang quickly took a sip of coffee and continued: "Typhoons per episode, 20,000 yuan. To put it bluntly, the well-known screenwriter got the project through relationships, but he couldn't do it himself, so he subcontracted it to other small screenwriters, and had no right to sign at all."

"Such a big screenwriter is called a meeting screenwriter."

Chen Feng smiled slightly, and he was quite vivid.

"There is no way. The little bitch has been worn out for a year. The gunman is the gunman, and at least he can see the money back."

"I've been struggling for more than two years, but I haven't seen a big job, and I've been fucking bad things. In the end, I moved out of the screenwriter's building and decided to do it alone."

"At that time, I felt that I was liberated. The sky was high and the birds were flying, and the sea was wide and the fish were leaping..."

"But it was really his turn to face the director and project that he realized how bad this circle was!"

Hu Fang took a deep breath and sighed: "It's a true rule of survivors. The audience scolds many bad dramas all day long. The screenwriters are all idiots, but no one knows that any work can be seen by people. No matter what platform, they are lucky ones who choose from a hundred!"

"The producer and director's mouths are the same as their crotch. They can let go when they see people, fight and cheat, and give up for countless reasons..."

"The most irritating thing I've ever heard is..."

"My cat is dead, I'm not in the mood for the time being!"

Chen Feng was shocked, what the hell is this?

"It was not until the seventh year that one of his works officially received investments. They finally started broadcasting on CCTV and became the first signed work."

"I'm drunk even though these people are envious, jealous and hateful. The industry can be considered a great fortune."

Hu Fang drank all the coffee and said angrily: "This is really good. There are still a few more miserable people. I have been working on more than 40 books in more than ten years, such as movies, TV series, stage plays, documentaries..."

"There is no right to sign so far!"

"It's okay if you don't have a name, you've paid the royalties!"

Chen Feng shook his head, didn't expect the screenwriter to be so miserable?

"Last year, screenwriter Lao Dan met an opportunity to change careers, and a media outlet asked him to be the director. For a 47-year-old, this may be the last opportunity in the workplace."

"He worked at a desk for a long time, and had various periarthritis and cervical spondylosis, and had old people and young people. He was so stressed that he finally made up his mind."

"Suddenly a director came to the door and promised to sign the name no matter what. He hesitated for three months, and finally gritted his teeth and gave up the director and followed the director into the mountain."

"I encountered a car accident in the middle and I saved my life. Finally, when all the materials were filmed and edited, the director was found to be liver cancer and left in four months."

Hu Fang sighed: "At that time, I signed a contract with five payments. I didn't get the final payment as usual. But I've been used to it for a long time. No one complained, I can only blame myself for my bad life!"

"I have been in the circle for more than two years. There is a strange logic in the film and television industry: no one can tell the quality of your works. We must come up with successful cases before we believe it."

"But on the other hand, no one gives newcomers the chance, so where can there be successful cases?"

"Do you know what the first sentence of a university teacher who teaches screenwriters to students now?"

"In the movie industry, you must be determined to be poor for ten years after graduation!"

"I'll ask why?"

Chen Feng signaled the secretary to make some ice-reducing fire to this guy who was more and more excited, so he could understand Hu Fang's feelings. After all, they are all colleagues who are engaged in content creation, and many emotions empathize with each other.

If I hadn't had gold fingers, I would still be a rustic guy now. Maybe I'd have given up changing careers.

This is the naked reality!
Chapter completed!