PS: Have you noticed? This book has been signed. Thank you for the rewards for the hot winter, the first one. In addition, the character column has been established and there is a picture of Zhang Xiaobai.

He was named by the team leader and commented on "This brave man is obviously strong but is too cautious". Jiang Rong couldn't wait and came out.

"Team leader, my script is very interesting..."

A lot of advantages have been discussed.

Old Liu said calmly, "Talk about the shortcomings."

Jiang Rong was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't think there is any shortcomings, it's very good."

Lao Liu: "How can there be no shortcomings? The script has shortcomings."

Jiang Rong thought for a while and said, "There is really no shortcoming."

The team leader said, "I see your shortcomings."

"Haha, team leader, I'm short-skinned, but actually have shortcomings. For example, some plots are rather clichés, like a princess summons a warrior to save the world..."

She squeezed out three shortcomings from her teeth, and could not say anything else.

Huh? Why are there three?

The team leader looked around the other people watching the show and asked, "Other people? He Chao?"

He Chao talked about his point of view and finally said: "I think the last one is the biggest shortcoming, which is that there will be difficulties in market acceptance."

The team leader said unhappily: "Don't pat it, just take a little bit, come! One time, hurry up!"

Everyone hated chills, and He Chao quickly said: "The biggest characteristic of a brave man is that he is very strong but very cautious..."

After him, two people talked about their views on the brave, both of whom thought it was interesting, but when taking stock of the shortcomings, they said that they did not meet the current mainstream needs of the market.

What is the mainstream demand in the market today?

Passing the hurdles, killing the generals, evenly matched the enemy, even the enemy is powerful, the protagonist is in a desperate situation, the small universe explodes, the explosion... In short, you must go through difficulties and obstacles, and have a life of death to defeat your opponent and achieve transformation.

The script of Brave is contrary to the mainstream of the market. The protagonist is too strong and so cautious, so he can even fuck him. Forget it.

After everyone finished speaking, the group leader Liu did not comment and clicked on the next group to speak.

Jiang Rong couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Boss, who wrote this script?"

Old Liu glanced at her and said, "Is it important for who wrote it?"

Jiang Rong: "I just want to meet this teaser...Big."

Lao Liu said: "Let's go back and ask Zhang Tan, he knows."

Everyone looked at Zhang Tan, and Jiang Rong said, "Zhang Tan, you know, then you still fight me in the morning, you are not righteous."

Zhang sighed: "I will have concerns when I say you comment."

Jiang Rong said suspiciously: "Is it written by the team leader?"

Lao Liu was a little happy, but denied: "I'm not that young."

Next, the remaining people spoke one by one. After the meeting, Lao Liu left Zhang Tan to discuss his brave script.

"Overall, it's very good, but there's one thing that everyone is right. This style is too different from the current mainstream demand in the market, and the corresponding risks are too great..."

Zhang Tan can understand the meaning of the team leader.

Making animation is a very long process, which is more troublesome than live-action film and television. The production process is complicated and involves the division of labor and cooperation of hundreds of thousands of people. Each picture has to be drawn one frame after another. Therefore, once the project is established, it will take two years to go faster.

Such a large project volume and an amazing cost, the animation company has to operate it carefully. Instead of betting on a brave man, it is better to establish a mainstream animation for the sake of stability, such as "The Underside of the Tianyu Mountain".

After thinking it through, Zhang Tan had no regrets. He didn't think that the brave could establish a project at the beginning. He just wanted to hear the professional screenwriter's views on this story and test the market's reaction. Now the goal has been achieved.

Back at the seat, Zhang Tan packed up his things and was about to get off work. Jiang Rong caught up and asked, "Zhang Tan Zhang Tan, have you told me who wrote the brave man?"

Zhang Tan said as he walked, "Why do you want to know who the author is so?"

Jiang Rong: "I think this author is very suitable for my taste. I want to know him. Who is it? Tell me quickly."

"I."

After Zhang Tan said that, he entered the elevator and Jiang Rong stared at him in a daze.

"Are you going to come in? The elevator is going to be closed."

"Ah? Oh oh oh."

Jiang Rong hurriedly followed into the elevator and continued to stare at him.

"What kind of eyes are this?"

"Zhang Tan, what did you say just now? Did you write the brave? "

"Yes, I'm that funny guy."

"...So you are the boss behind the scenes, and you deliberately joked with me."

Zhang Tan did not stop for a moment. When he got out of the elevator, the person outside came in and saw a girl hitting her head against the elevator shaft, muttering to me that I am funny.

Someone kindly asked: "The elevator is going up, are you going out?"

Jiang Rong touched her forehead and the skin was very tight and had not been scratched.

"Thank you on the 8th floor."

Jiang Rong, who had returned, found her colleagues who were leaving get off work one after another, and ran to say, "Do you know, the funny guy who wrote about the brave is Zhang Tan."

Very boring and gossipy.

Zhang Tan came out of the subway entrance, arrived at the vegetable market, bought some vegetables, got home, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and started making supper.

He is more particular about food and has a good cooking skills.

Pushing open the kitchen window, the sound of children in the yard came.

"Are there any children here? Children - are you there?"

"No one has a baby."

Under the shade of trees, I didn’t see anyone, but I knew it was the little white children’s shoes.

She is the only one who speaks Sichuan dialect.

After a while, a thud sound came from the yard. A small figure was playing football in the yard, indeed wearing the little white children's shoes of Greater China.

This kid is the first to go to school. When she has no friends, she will play football or dig sand.

There is no skill, just chase after her and kick her, then chase her and kick her again. The only difference between running is that there is a football that is teasing her.

Suddenly, Xiaobai Child Shoes looked up at Zhang Tan at the window, held her head up and stared at her for a while, and faced Zhang Tan with her little face pasted on the band sticker.

She picked up the football, ran closer, stood under the window, reached out with two fingers, raised her high and asked: "Uncle, what is this?"

Zhang Tan was speechless for a while and didn't want to answer. He just pulled down his mental retardation, but if he didn't answer, Xiaobai would think he was drunk.

“This is 2!”

When Xiaobai heard this, he grinned and said, "Uncle, are you here to play? Come and play."

Picking up the football, patting and playing on the ground, means playing football together.

That day she saw Zhang Tan reveal her kick and felt that it was a bit powerful and suitable for playing with her.

Ordinary people, she doesn't like poor skills.

In Little Red Horse Academy, there are not many little girls who can play football with her, while little boys are prone to fighting with her.

My mother doesn't let me play with you! Zhang Tan thought to himself, I don't have the nerve to say that.

"I don't want to play football now."

Xiaobai still warmly invites:

"Come on, come on."

"No, no."

"Come on, play with it, come down."

"I really won't come."

"Get down and play with it."

"Thank you, I really won't come."

"Claws? Because the claws don't come?"

Xiaobai jumped up, a little fierce. He didn't even invite him so enthusiastically, so what did he mean?

Zhang Tan was so funny and laughed. He was so enthusiastic. How could he feel the oppression of a domineering president?

"I'm making supper and can't play football with you."

What he made was fried pork with oyster mushrooms.

"Have you not eaten Mangmang yet?" Xiaobai asked.

“What to eat?”
To be continued...