Daddy Academy

Chapter 345 Day (12)

Little Red Horse Academy.

It's past ten o'clock in the evening, and the children are all asleep.Since Xiaobai was able to leave the academy before ten o'clock every night, the classrooms on the first floor were usually empty at this time, and there was no one there.

But tonight, the lights are bright there, Xiao Bai is sitting on a small chair watching TV, and Bai Jianping is sitting on the sidelines, helpless.

"Would you like to go? We also have a TV at home. How about watching it at home?"

"I don't care."

"What's so interesting about this?"

The Anti-Japanese War drama was playing on the TV. Bai Jianping glanced at it and found that he couldn't watch it.Since he joined the crew, his horizons and aesthetics have improved in a straight line. He used to love to watch this kind of brainless anti-Japanese drama, but now he can't watch it at all, so people still have to go out and have a look and meet more people. , broaden your horizons, and naturally improve your quality of life.

And Xiaobai, who used to yell to tune in when he saw this kind of TV series, but this time he watched it so much that he didn't want to go home. So, some melons become more stupid as they grow up.

Xiaobai was indifferent to Bai Jianping's suggestion to go home and watch, and the old god sat comfortably in the small chair.

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

Of course, if it was really a Malan flower, Xiaobai wouldn't dare to do that.

No matter how Bai Jianping tried to persuade him, Xiaobai refused to leave.If you say she is watching TV, she is not.She watches TV for a while, looks at pictures and guess words with a picture book in her hands, and puts building blocks for a while... Anyway, she just has nothing to do and is idle.

"What's the matter with your paw, can't you go home and chat." Bai Jianping followed her.

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

"Why do you live on horseback at night, and you don't care where Boss Zhang lives."

Bai Jianping said in his heart that he must have gone to the celebration banquet tonight because he is showing off so much.

"Uncle, give me a push."

"Push a hammer."

"Humph!"

"Little White~~"

"Clang?"

"You can't fight anymore."

"it is good."

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

"Why?"

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

"..."

"Do you know?"

"You know how to chat."

"I'm not kidding."

"I know how to chatter, if I fight again, I will not be human."

"That's right, my baby is cruel enough to me."

Suddenly footsteps came from the door, Xiaobai was excited, and hurriedly ran to the door, Bai Jianping followed closely, only to hear Xiaobai happily yell Boss Zhang.

When he rushed to the door, he saw Xiao Bai congratulating Zhang Tan.

This melon boy wouldn't have waited so late just to congratulate Boss Zhang.

"Thank you~~"

Seeing Xiao Bai bouncing around, like a little magpie, Zhang Tan suddenly hugged her up.

Xiao Bai, who was so excited just now, was instantly stiff, and then he swung a small fist and hit Zhang Tan on the nose.

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

Xiaobai snorted arrogantly at first, and then asked Boss Zhang what's wrong with concern, if it's okay.

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

Xiaobai can't be hugged casually, and no one hugs him.

Who will hold her?Grandma used to be able to hug, but Xiaobai has grown up and can't hug anymore.

Malan flower?She's not one to hold small children.

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

"Bye~~~" When she left the yard, she turned her head and waved to Zhang Tan.

Zhang Tan: "Goodbye, see you tomorrow."

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

The two of them just 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 rookie, and had actually invested in three movies before, but only as a minority shareholder.

After exploring the road a few times, he made a lot of money. The current film and television market is booming and at the forefront, so he wants to make it bigger and lead a movie.

It's just that he doesn't know much about movies and wants to make an anti-Japanese war movie based on his grandfather.

Although many requests were whimsical, it was Zhang Tan's first film project after all, so he took it very seriously, listened carefully, and asked for details from time to time.

Last night, Sun Huaiwei introduced his grandfather's deeds to him. At that time, the story was rough, but this time it was much more detailed.

"How much are you going to invest?" Zhang Tan asked.

Sun Huaiwei: "A lot."

Zhang Tan said with a smile: "If the investment is large, I can set up a more magnificent scene. If the investment is small, it is not bad to take a small but refined route."

Sun Huaiwei pondered for a while and said, "8000 million to 1 million."

This amount of investment is not high. In the film industry, specifically anti-Japanese war films, they are considered small low-cost films.

Zhang Tan nodded and said yes, and chatted with Sun Huaiwei for a while, bid farewell to each other and left.

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

Sun Huaiwei wanted to tell the story of his grandfather's war of resistance, but after Zhang Tan listened to his narration, he found that there were not many highlights.

Zhang Tan didn't intend to write about his grandfather's life, it would be too long and boring.He remembered that he had written a script called "Grandpa's War of Resistance" when he debuted in his previous life. Of course, it was not strictly his script. A bad script.

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

To this day, when Zhang Tan thinks of this, he still finds it ridiculous.

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

In the afternoon, the sun gradually fell from the window to the balcony, and as the evening approached, the temperature dropped rapidly. Zhang Tan finally chose "Eight Hundred".

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

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

There are many difficulties and slots in this drama, but the most difficult is the film's stance.If one praises the group of national troops who are still guarding the Sixing Warehouse, they will be scolded for washing the ground for the incompetent national army, especially the escaped general Sun Yuanliang.But if it is criticism and denial, some people will think that the huge sacrifices made by the soldiers of the national army in the frontal battlefield are in vain, and their conscience is devastated.

Zhang Tan has to solve this problem first, the butt can't be crooked, but it can't be at odds with history.For this reason, he spent two consecutive days in the library looking up information, and spent another three days writing the script.

The script I took out is very different from the movie in my previous life. I only kept some special flashes in it, and wrote the rest of the plot according to my own understanding.

Full of confidence, he asked Sun Huaiwei again and handed him the script, but the guy's first sentence was: "It's too bland, there isn't even a protagonist."

Zhang Tan looked at him to confirm whether he meant what he said.

The other party said confidently: "Without a protagonist, there is no sense of substitution. The era needs heroes."

(End of this chapter)