After Zhang Tan left, He Miao casually read "The Hidden" without looking closely, put it in his bag, and continued to work hard until he got off work. However, his daughter called and hoped that he would go home early tonight for dinner. She cooked and cooked the dishes herself.

He Miao has a 16-year-old daughter who is in the first year of high school and is usually very precious. When he heard that his daughter cooked for the first time, he happily packed up his things and got off work with his bag. It was not until the evening when the three of them sat in the living room watching TV that he remembered the script that Zhang Tan was in his bag. Tomorrow we will discuss the script, and he must read it in advance, although he is more interested in Cao Wen or Wang Liangcheng.

Zhang Tan is a new screenwriter of the company with great potential. He has become popular in two consecutive dramas, so he must pay attention to it.

After talking to his wife and daughter, he came to the study and found a stack of printed A4 papers. The cover was two big words: "Luxing".

Just looking at the name He Miao guessed that this drama is completely different from Cao Wen. After watching it, it was indeed a story of an underground party! I was even more unfavorable. Although I didn’t explicitly say that I didn’t want this type of script, looking at Chinese anti-Japanese war films, this type of film is very niche. The year before yesterday was still the same as the year before yesterday. He Miao remembered that a wave of such TV series suddenly appeared on the market, but they all failed and the ratings were bleak. After that, basically no one invested in filming. Zhang Tan’s choice of such a script was very risky.

With preconceived ideas, He Miao spent more than ten minutes to quickly browse the script of "Luxing". I have to say that this is a wonderful story. Even though Zhang Tan had never written this type of book before, his skills were not bad.

He Miao put down the notebook and frowned and thoughtful.

His daughter pushed the door and called him to chat.

A smile appeared on He Miao's face, let's put aside his worries for the time being and chatted with his daughter while watching TV.

The next day, He Miao sent three scripts to relevant personnel and organized a script seminar in the afternoon to determine which script to use in the end.

He Miao himself was added to the conference room, with a total of 7 people, so that the results were obtained during voting.

The team members include Lao Liu, who specializes in leading new screenwriters. Zhang Tan and Jiang Rong both came out under his leadership.

In addition, there are Zhu Ruopu, the Minister of Film and Television Department, and Cai Yonglai, the Deputy Minister...

The staff sent two printed scripts to all participants again, and He Miao also introduced the general situation of the project.

"Just these two scripts?" Old Liu casually flipped through Cao Wen's script and asked He Miao who was sitting opposite him.

He Miao paused for a moment before saying, "Just these two."

Old Liu nodded without saying a word. He had heard that Zhang Tan was also involved in this competition, but now he has not even seen the script. He is not sure about the specific situation, so he doesn't want to say much. In fact, he really wants to see Zhang Tan's book. As for the two copies at hand, Cao Wen and Wang Liangcheng are both good screenwriters, with solid basic skills, and have proved themselves in some types of films, which are trustworthy.

However, he wanted to see what different things Zhang Tan could bring to him. Cao Wen and Wang Liangcheng's notebooks are good ones, but they could not surprise him. Whether it is writing techniques or story core, they are very mature and traditional.

He has been a screenwriter for decades, but this kind of book can no longer impress him.

Although Lao Liu is old, his thoughts are very cutting-edge, his mentality is young, and he is willing to accept new ideas. This is also the main reason why the company asked him to lead new screenwriters.

After He Miao finished speaking, someone at the venue glanced at Lao Liu. In fact, it was not just him who had such doubts, but they also had them. As the core screenwriters of the company, of course they knew that three screenwriters had invited to write books for this project, but now they only got two copies of the notebooks. What about Zhang Tan? Or was Zhang Tan not written well and was automatically eliminated?

"That's it." Minister Zhu Ruopu said in the quiet meeting, "Let me explain it. Everyone should have heard that this project has invited three screenwriters, in addition to the authors of Cao Wen and Wang Liangcheng, who have obtained the two scripts in hand, there are also Zhang Tan."

Everyone looked at him one after another.

Zhu Ruopu continued: "But now we only see two books. It's not that Zhang Tan didn't write them. He also wrote one. He Miao and I read them. It's pretty good, but unfortunately, there were other important projects for him to do. He was too clever. After weighing the pros and cons, we decided to let him focus on the new project. We chose one of Cao Wen and Wang Liangcheng for this project."

He Miao continued: "I was not considering this matter well, which made Zhang Tanbai busy. I have explained it to him, and he also understood that not participating in this project was approved by him."

Everyone talked for a while, but they were actually very curious about what new project it was, but neither Zhu Ruopu nor He Miao took the initiative to say it, and they thought it might still need to be kept confidential, so they didn't ask much.

After this little episode, the meeting enters the normal program.

At the same time, in Zhang Tan's office, Jiang Rong was indignant about his experience. If she lost in the script, she would be blessed and had nothing to say, but now she doesn't even have the qualification to participate in the competition, which makes people angry.

"Zhang Tan, are you really planning to film "The Hidden Corner 2"?" Jiang Rong asked.

"The company has this kind of plan." Zhang Tan said that "The Secret Corner" is so popular now, it is not surprising to shoot sequels, but it is strange not to shoot.

"But I think "The Hidden Corner" has been written, and I will shoot the second one to ruin the classic."

"Just just have a name, you can get another story."

"How do you listen to what you mean, you're happy?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, it doesn't matter whether I'm happy or not, but you know that my money is not my style. Even if I really want to make the second part, there will definitely be innovation."

...

When he got off work in the afternoon, Zhang Tan met Cao Wen again. He got out of the elevator and the other party entered the elevator. Last time, Zhang Tan took the initiative to say hello, but Cao Wen did not know him and did not respond. This time, he was the one who took the initiative.

"Are you getting off work?" Cao Wen asked with a smile.

"Oh yes, congratulations to you, Teacher Cao." Zhang Tan responded positively.

Cao Wen smiled reservedly and said, "Thank you, let's communicate together next time if you have time."

The two of them chatted briefly, one came home from get off work, and the other took the elevator to He Miao's office.

When He Miao saw him coming, he stood up with a smile to congratulate him.

At the script review meeting in the afternoon, Cao Wen's script was selected at 5:2.

As soon as he heard the news, Cao Wen rushed over, not only to thank and accept congratulations, but more importantly to meet with the director and producer.

Although the project has not been officially established, the three of them have to start preparing for the preliminary work, including drafting the project proposal.

After a while, two people came in from the office one after another. He Miao closed the door and a new project began to incubate.

Zhang Tan drove back to Huangjia Village, turned into the small restaurant in the alley, "Fu Fu and Heart" and simply had supper, walked home, and after walking to the Little Red Horse Territory, he heard the singing of a child coming from the evening breeze.

Through the wall, he saw seven or eight children surrounding the yard. One of them was singing happily with a microphone. Every time he sang a sentence, he had to bring a "duck" at the end.
Chapter completed!