Today is the fourth day of the New Year, the sun is shining and the peace is still there.

The bus was stopped amid the quarrels, and stopped by the roadside, with a park next to it.

After the driver parked the car on the side of the road, he got out of the car with the staff and left the space in the car for the producer and director.

The sun shines on your body, stretching your waist and feeling happy all over. There is a kind of surprise that the teacher was called out by a phone call when he was halfway through class.

Everyone handed cigarettes, talked about, teased, and savored what happened in the car just now.

"Before I came, I read a report about Han Jue, saying that he was so... The prodigal son turned around? Hey, it's so nonsense. Han Jue still doesn't care about this birdman when he hangs it!" The setter pinched a cigarette and commented on Han Jue leisurely.

"It's still quite a bit of a kind!" Some people admire Han Jue.

But some people think that Han Jue's reaction was so big, and it was too much: "In fact, it's just a script that is too impulsive. Newcomers are newcomers, and they all have a conceited habit. They think that what they wrote is the most awesome and no one is allowed to change a word. Haha, now that it's like this, it's not easy for him to end."

"Hey, no, right? Didn't he say that? He was angry that the director discussed and changed the script without discussing it with him." Someone retorted.

"You really believe it?" someone replied.

The rebuttals stopped talking.

"Anyway, Han felt that it would be great to scold him like that, but I guess he was going to finish it, and this matter would not end well."

This statement attracted a lot of approval, and everyone agreed that Han Jue had the upper hand in the verbal battle, but he would inevitably suffer afterwards.

The director just now shouted that he would definitely end up with one person compromising completely or even leaving.

As an experienced and work-related old director and a fledgling amateur screenwriter, if the IQ of the filmmaker is still normal, he will definitely choose to stabilize the former and sacrifice the latter.

Most of the staff behind the movies have unique communication channels, and the news is so well-informed. They know the most which director or actor is like in private. Just ask a question and you will get the most authentic reviews.

After asking about the director in the car, everyone knew what kind of person he was.

So they really don't like Han Jue.

"If Han Jue is backed by a big company, there is still a turnaround, but now he has set up a turf team and has nothing to do with him."

"That's totally cold."

Someone sighed, "It's a pity. I listened to Han Jue's songs a few days ago. He sang well, but it's useless. He is not the only one who sang well. Once he entered our circle, even King Zhang had to start from scratch. What a pity. I've heard a few of them scolded the director like Han Jue before."

"Yo, then what?"

"And then I haven't heard of them again."

"Hahaha."

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Inside the car.

Xia Yuan sat in the front row, and the director behind him also sat in his position, cursing and unable to calm down.

Xia Yuan only felt noisy in his ears and could not be quiet for a moment.

This is the first time that Xia Yuan has been the producer of a movie, but it is not the first time that the conflict between people is dealing with.

She has always been good at solving problems. She finds the core of the problem, understands the demands of both parties, analyzes various possibilities, and finally picks the advantageous one, which is very simple.

"Producer Xia, I'll put this in this sentence today. If I don't give me an explanation, I can't shoot this movie!" The director said it for a long time and still had anger. He slapped half of the mineral water on the back of the front chair with a thumping sound, "You must get him away!"

The director was originally disliked Han Jue, but now he is being humiliated in public and wants to kill Han Jue.

From the moment when his face was torn off by Han Jue's blood ten minutes ago, the director thought about ruining Han Jue in the familiar field.

Xia Yuan, who was in the front row, didn't know if he heard the director's words, so he left the director with a silent figure.

"I'm not happy to change the content a little? I'm really ignorant! I've been in the industry for more than 30 years and have never encountered such an arrogant person! Oh! I can sing two songs and write a few lyrics, but I think my script is the best in the world? What a joke! I don't say a few words to him, but I really don't know how much I weigh!" The director's eyes looked through the car window and looked at the staff outside the car, trying to judge which ones were making fun of him from their expressions.

Xia Yuan was still standing still.

"A little bastard..."

As if he wanted to recover his lost face in front of Xia Yuan, the director made several harsh words, but he didn't hear a stern response from Xia Yuan's mouth.

The director felt that no one was supporting him and had nothing less, so he left his seat and approached Xia Yuan.

I only saw Xia Yuan playing with his head down with his cell phone down.

The director wanted to scold people in his heart, but Xia Yuan was the producer, so he held back.

"Producer Xia, I have said so much, don't you mean something?" The director sat down next to Xia Yuan through the aisle, looking fearless, and was really fearless.

Xia Yuan looked away from his phone, raised his head, and said indifferently: "I'll wait until you calm down before talking."

"I'm very calm now." The director grinned without a smile, and his face and eyes were so gloomy.

Xia Yuan was not even afraid of Han Jue, so why was he afraid of Han Jue's defeated general?

She changed her seat and faced the director who tried to calm down and asked, "So how do you want to solve this problem?"

"Let Han Jue pour tea in public and compensate me for it, and then he will never interfere in the revision of the script again. I can change it any way I want." The director did not feel that he was wrong at all.

The director is sure that he has the greatest status in the crew and can bully Han Jue with his power. He will almost win because he knows that his weight in the crew must be greater than Han Jue who has no background.

Hearing this, Xia Yuan smiled.

This smile made the director think that he still had weight after all, and he won.

So he laughed too.

But when he smiled, Xia Yuan held back his smile, pushed the sunglasses on his nose, and said calmly:

"Don't look at me being calm, but I'm not less angry than you. Because you are in a disadvantageous position, I can't favor you. When I asked you if you had discussed the new plot with the screenwriter, you said you had reached an agreement on your opinion. You are cheating on me. In addition, don't make a mistake. We asked you to come here just to be a director, not a producer. If you can't finish the movie, you can also seriously get in trouble, then you are not necessarily required. I'll get off the car first, and you'll think about it alone?"

Although Xia Yuan finally asked questions, she didn't hear the director's reply, so she put away her phone and got up and got out of the car.

The director who was staring at his eyes was changing with his face, and he was almost cursing was alone in the car.

After getting off the car, Xia Yuan searched for Han Jue. The small groups exposed to Xia Yuan's sight suddenly became speechless. The content of the chat was cleverly replaced with sunshine, beach, and cactus.

After seeing Xia Yuan walking directly to Han Jue, they felt that things began to develop as expected.

So they followed quietly with their light, and thought to themselves:

When Xia Yuan found Han Jue, he saw Han Juezheng sitting by the flower bed with photographer Amanda, chatting and flipping through the script.

As you approach, you can hear what they are talking about.

"My God, what is this person thinking? A romantic light comedy movie, he also wants to add inappropriate suspense elements, action elements, and dark elements? This is what travels back to be a savior..." Han Jue frowned and flips the script with disgust.

"The director should still want to film human struggles. You know, he has never given up making every movie literary and artistic. He is too greedy. This is why he failed." Amanda sat next to Han Jue, holding his chin with his hand, quietly listening to Han Jue's complaints, and expressing his own opinions from time to time.

"The problem is that he is still selective and literary. He changed the Western-style wedding that made everyone laugh in a mess in the rain into a folk wedding in the Chinese countryside where everyone is happy on the beach. This is simply a disaster. My current mood is like my child was suddenly pulled over to have plastic surgery by someone else, and it was very ugly. The man said he was so beautiful that I couldn't stand it anymore." Han Jue held his forehead.

"Hahaha." Amanda was amused by Han Jue's description.

After laughing, Amanda couldn't help asking: "What picture did you think of that wedding in the rain when you wrote it?"

"This movie is made in Western style, so the wedding must be a church, just a small church. They come out of the church, and they have to pass the uphill stone roads and steps, and people support each other in the rain. So they have to choose the scenery in the characteristic town on the mountain. The sky is gloomy, but their clothes are bright. Everyone is wet, but they are laughing. In the end, the shed that covers the rain is blown away by the wind, everyone flees, and the cake is in the rain..." Han Jue depicts the picture in his mind without any obstruction.

"Great lens language, great picture," Amanda nodded, "I feel like there is a complete clip in your mind."

"That's right. I wrote it according to the picture in my mind." Han Jue said with some sigh.

“Is there any storyline?”

A purely literary script is certainly the cornerstone of filming, but it cannot be used directly for filming. Generally, directors will write the concept in their minds into a fractional shot script based on the content. Writing a film fractional shot script is an important part of turning a literary image into a screen image.

Even a very small number of directors who dare to be scripts with a few pages of paper will conceive a good storyboard before filming.

"Hey, isn't this a coincidence? It's true," Han Jue closed the script of Amanda in his hand, pulled the backpack behind him in front of him, and looked for something from it. "I am also the musician of this movie and the theme song of the interlude. When I was creating original songs, I couldn't write it without the picture in my mind, so I tried to draw it myself."

Han Jue took out a storyboard script from his bag and handed it to Amanda.

Strangely, Amanda looked at Han Jue with innocent eyes and no response.

Han Jue poked Amanda with a book, but she still didn't take it.

Han Juezheng was puzzled when a fair and slender hand suddenly reached out from the side and took away the storyboard script.

Han Jue suddenly looked up along his arm and saw Xia Yuan holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Only then did he realize that the last sentence he asked him if there was any sound of a storyline, not Amanda's voice, but Xia Yuan's.

"Young man, I've learned a lot." Xia Yuan lowered his head and looked at the storyboard and said calmly. The cigarette rose from the cigarette butts, making her look like a villain.
Chapter completed!