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342, day (1/2)

Little Red Horse Academy.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the children had to sleep. Since Xiaobai was able to leave the school before ten o'clock every night, the classroom on the first floor was usually empty and there was no one else.

But tonight, the lights were bright, Xiaobai sat on a small chair watching TV, and Bai Jianping sat aside, helpless.

"Will you go or not? We also have TVs at home. Can you watch it when you go home?"

"I won't be worried."

"What's so good about this?"

The anti-Japanese drama was being played on the TV. Bai Jianping glanced a few times and found that he couldn't stand it. Since he entered the crew to work, his vision and aesthetics have been improved in a straight line. He used to like to watch such brainless anti-Japanese dramas, but now he can't watch them at all. So, people still have to go out for a walk and have more contact with people. If their horizons are broadened, their taste in life will naturally improve.

Xiaobai, who used to yell at the frequency of the TV series like this, was reluctant to go home this time, so some melons became stupider the older they grew.

Xiaobai was indifferent to Bai Jianping's proposal to go home and saw the old god sitting in a small chair freely.

This is the difference between Bai Jianping and Malanhua. If it were Malanhua tonight, Xiaobai would have been taken home like an eagle and a chicken.

Of course, if it was really Malanhua, Xiaobai would not dare to do this.

No matter how Bai Jianping persuaded him, Xiaobai just didn't leave. She would say she was watching TV, not. She would watch TV sometimes, hold picture books to see pictures and guess things, and put on building blocks sometimes... Anyway, she was just doing nothing and was idle.

"You are so worried, are you going home to chat?" Bai Jianping followed her.

"Boss Zhang doesn't come back." Xiaobai said, sitting on a red horse, holding the horse's head, shaking back and forth, shaking it.

"What do you live on a horse on the big night? Do you care about Boss Zhang's living?"

Bai Jianping thoughtfully said that he was making a big splash tonight, so he must have gone to the celebration banquet.

"Uncle, please push me."

"Push a hammer."

"snort!"

"noob"

"It's a clang?"

"You can't fight in the future."

"good."

"If you fight again, I will tell your aunt and grandma."

“Why?”

"Whoever makes you disobedient, they are worried that you will fight."

“…”

“Do you know?”

"I know how to chat."

"I'm not kidding."

"I know how to hang out, if I fight, I will be no human."

"If you want it, the kid is cruel enough to him."

Suddenly, footsteps came from the door, Xiaobai was shocked, and rushed to the door, Bai Jianping followed closely, and Xiaobai happily called Boss Zhang.

When he arrived at the door, Xiaobai was congratulating Zhang Sang.

This Guazi won’t wait until so late just to congratulate Boss Zhang.

"Thank you"

Zhang Tan saw Xiaobai jumping around, and like a little magpies, he suddenly picked her up.

Xiaobai, who had just been excited, was extremely stiff in an instant, and then a small fist swung over and hit Zhang Tan's nose.

Zhang sighed and quickly put Xiaobai on the ground, feeling a little wild cat in his arms.

Xiaobai first snorted arrogantly, and then asked Boss Zhang with concern what was wrong and whether it was important.

Zhang Tan touched his nose, it didn't matter, it just hurts a little.

Xiaobai is not easily embraced by others, and no one can embraced him.

Who would hug her? Grandma used to hug her, but Xiaobai grew up and couldn't hug her anymore.

Malanhua? She is not a person who can hold children.

Xiaobai congratulated Boss Zhang again on winning the award and took the initiative to call his uncle home.

"Bay~" When she left the yard, she turned around and waved to Zhang Ting.

Zhang sighed: "By bye, see you tomorrow."

The investor who wants to shoot a movie is named Sun Huaiwei, who is about 50 years old.

The two of them had a brief chat last night, and the next day they talked in detail. Zhang Tan learned that the other party was not a movie novices. He had invested in three movies before, but he was only a minority shareholder.

After a few times of exploration, he made a lot of money. The film and television market is booming and is in the forefront, so he wants to become bigger and hopes to dominate a movie.

But he didn't know much about movies and wanted to make a movie called Anti-Japanese War based on his grandfather.

Although many of the requirements are whimsical, it is Zhang Tan’s first film project after all, so he attaches great importance to it, listens carefully, and asks for details from time to time.

Last night, Sun Huaiwei introduced his grandfather’s deeds to him. The story was rough at that time, and this time it was a lot more detailed.

"How much are you going to invest?" Zhang sighed.

Sun Huaiwei: "A lot."

Zhang sighed and said, "If the investment is big, I can set it more magnificently. If the investment is small, it is also good to take the small but refined route."

Sun Huaiwei thought about it for a while and said, "It's between 80 million and 100 million."

The investment amount is not high. In the film industry, it is considered a low-cost small film in the Anti-Japanese War films.

Zhang Tan nodded and said yes, chatted with Sun Huaiwei for a while, saying goodbye to each other and leaving.

Back home, Zhang Tan sat down and began to think about the script.

Sun Huaiwei wanted to tell his grandfather’s story of the War of Resistance, but after listening to his narrative, Zhang Tan found that there were not many highlights.

Zhang Tan did not plan to write about his grandfather's life, which was too long and boring. He thought that when he first debuted in his previous life, he wrote a script called "Grandpa's War of Resistance". Of course, strictly speaking, it was not his script. He just started it and established a foundation. In the end, the script was written by the investor and a bad script.

But in the end, it was filmed, and celebrities were invited to participate and on TV. The power of capital is really great.

Until now, Zhang Tan still finds it ridiculous when he thinks about this.

He searched for the famous anti-Japanese war movies in his previous life. Putting aside those anti-Japanese dramas, there are still quite a lot of good works.

The sun in the afternoon gradually fell from the window to the balcony. As the evening approached, the temperature dropped rapidly, and Zhang Tan finally won the "Eight Hundred".

This is a anti-Japanese war film that took place in Pujiang. The protagonist is a group of national troops who stayed in Pujiang as the last military force in the Battle of Shanghai and sniped the Japanese army.

The reason why Zhang Tan chose this drama is that the story can be linked to Sun Huaiwei and his grandfather.

There are many difficulties and complaints in this drama, but the most difficult thing is the movie's position. If you praise this group of national troops who are still staying in the Sihang Warehouse, you will be scolded for slaughtering the incompetent national troops, especially the escaped general Sun Yuanliang. But if it is criticized and denied, some people will think that they are indifferent to the great sacrifices made by the national troops on the front battlefield and destroy their conscience.

Zhang Tan first had to solve this problem. His butt should not be crooked, but he could not be contrary to history. For this reason, he spent two consecutive days in the library to check information and spent another three days writing the script.

This script is very different from the movie in my previous life. It only retains some of the special highlights, and other plot contents are written based on one's own understanding.

He asked Sun Huaiwei again with confidence and handed him the script, but the guy's first sentence was: "It's too dull, there is not one protagonist."

Zhang Tan looked at him and confirmed whether he was serious about saying this.

The other party said confidently: "Without the protagonist, there is no sense of substitution, and the times need heroes."
Chapter completed!
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