The perfect future of rebirth

People are like this. If you have achieved success in your own circle for no reason, who would like to go to other circles?

I'd rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

"Everyone has their own aspirations." Jiang Wen sighed, then shook his head and smiled, "I think too much. I think it would be a pity if your talent was wasted."

He really thought so. After all, although Zhao Fusheng's level of screenwriting was not good enough, this guy was full of creativity. In Jiang Wen's opinion, if Zhao Fusheng trained well, he would be a top screenwriter again.

As everyone knows, it is because of this point that Zhao Fusheng did not develop in the entertainment industry.

In other words, he can accept himself as an investor, but he will never become a damn screenwriter, director or the like.

Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not good at. Zhao Fusheng has lived for so many years in his two lives, and he is very clear that his greatest advantage is not the so-called foresight, but a heart that can recognize himself anytime, anywhere.

"It's not enough to waste. We can communicate when we have nothing to do." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Jiang Wen: "I like to think wildly. If you think the story you think is good, just remember to give me the money later."

He is not like Hong Kong Island gun king Fang Shilong, who loves women, face and world peace. Zhao Fusheng only loves money.

Speaking of intercourse, Zhao Fusheng felt that this guy was considered a man of temperament, yes, he was a man of temperament. After all, this big brother who made mistakes that all men in the world would make, although he had many minor problems, he was a man of integrity. Not bad.There will be problems of one kind or another, and it is also because I have read little books since I was a child, and my personal quality is not high.

But this patriotism is true. Compared with those bastards who make money from the mainland and turn their heads to scold their mothers, Fang Shilong can be regarded as a character.

Jiang Wen was undoubtedly very happy with Zhao Fusheng's proposal, and blinked his eyes: "Then should I thank you first?"

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.

"Let me tell you, I have an idea. There is a place called Goose City..." Zhao Fusheng spoke, telling the plot of the movie "Let the Bullets Fly".

"Eight pure-blood tall white horses are flying, the wheels collide with the rails and rumble, and the two trains are rushing between the mountains in the dreamy scene of "horse-drawn trains". Steam is steaming from the chimney at the front of the train. , but the source of the steam is actually the huge hot pot in the carriage.

Sitting around the hot pot was Lao Tang, who had taken office as an official, as well as his wife and master.The complacent Lao Tang didn't know that a crisis was waiting for him, and their fate would change from then on.

When Lao Tang and others were drinking and having fun in the train, Zhang Muzhi, the green forest bandit, led his brothers to ambush on both sides of the valley.Several gunshots pierced the sky, and as Zhang Muzhi's words "let the bullets fly for a while" fell, a dazzling robbery unfolded.

The train flew into the air and fell into the water, and Lao Tang and his wife became Zhang Muzhi's prisoners.In order to save his life, Lao Tang cleverly lied that he was a master, and embarked on the road of becoming a county magistrate with Zhang Muzhi.

Zhang Muzhi changed his name from a bandit to Ma Bangde, an upright official, and took office in Goose City, and the relationship between him and Lao Tang also changed from a life-and-death enemy to a partner..."

Zhao Fusheng's speech speed is actually not slow at all, but in order to let Jiang Wen hear clearly, he speaks very slowly.

After a while, Jiang Wen's eyes lit up, and he suddenly discovered that what Zhao Fusheng said was exactly the story he wanted to express.

Chapter 465 Literary old youth

For literary youths, no matter men or women, as long as they can touch their hearts, they will be completely lost.

For an old literary man like Jiang Wen, the stories told by Zhao Fusheng completely shocked him.

"This story is interesting."

After a while, Jiang Wen raised his head and said to Zhao Fusheng: "What's down there? What's down there?"

Blinking his eyes, Zhao Fusheng really wanted to tell him the second half, but his intuition told himself that this story, at least for now, is not suitable for Jiang Wen.

There are many key factors for the success of a good film work, and the right time, place and people are the key.

To use an analogy, if those movies that are popular more than ten years later are sold now, I am afraid that they may not have such a high box office. In the same way, some classic movies now are not necessarily released in that era. So many people will like it.

The reason is very simple, selling feelings can only be fooled for a while after all, a work has a specific meaning in a specific era.

Just like ten years later, we may shout that we owe Master Xing a movie ticket, but 15 years later, everyone thinks that Master Xing owes us a good work with sincerity.

People are fickle, this sentence makes sense.

"To be honest, I haven't figured it out yet." Zhao Fusheng shrugged and said to Jiang Wen: "Besides, I think if you finish filming "The Devil Is Coming", you won't have to rest for a few years?"

Both of them are smart people. Jiang Wen naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. Generally, after shooting a banned film, the director would be strictly prohibited from directing the film for several years.

The most serious, such as a certain director Tian, ​​a movie directly ruined most of his life.

In the case of Jiang Wen, is there too much? Zhao Fusheng estimates that within three to five years, this guy will not even think about directing again.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry.

But Jiang Wen was anxious, pulled Zhao Fusheng and said: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if I can't shoot, I can study the script at home."

Ha ha.

Zhao Fusheng gave this guy a look, shook his head and said, "I'll talk about it when I figure it out. You can also think about it yourself, and see if you can write the following story."

Jiang Wen's eyes brightened: "Yes, yes, this is a good idea, this is a good idea."

Obviously, he took Zhao Fusheng's words seriously.

Seeing that this guy fell into his own world and began to think about the story there, Zhao Fusheng didn't talk nonsense, got up and walked towards the guest room on his own.

Are you kidding, he has been tossing around for a day, and he is already very tired. He has to meet Fan Baobao tomorrow, so he has no time to chat with Jiang Wen in the living room.

Besides, it's fine if it's a beautiful woman. It's a good story if a beautiful woman is with you, and the red sleeves add fragrance at night.

The two big men are chatting here, and it is boring to chat until dawn, so it is better to go to bed early.

As for Jiang Wen's thoughts, that's out of Zhao Fusheng's consideration, but seeing him concentrating on muttering with a pen, Zhao Fusheng reckoned that Jiang Wen didn't have time to pay attention to himself now.

Sure enough, when Zhao Fusheng got up the next morning, he saw Jiang Wencheng lying on the sofa in a large font with a satisfied face, and there was a lot of messy manuscript paper on the coffee table.

"This guy..." Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng laughed.

No wonder he was able to achieve such success in his previous life. In terms of the degree of study alone, this guy is a person who can do anything to him.

If a person can set his mind to do something seriously, there will always be a chance of success.

Even if the chances are small and slim, they are still there.

"You're awake." Jiang Wen's sleep seemed to be light, and when he heard the sound of Zhao Fusheng getting up, he woke up suddenly, got up from the sofa, and smiled at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Don't tell me, you wrote all night."

"No, I slept in the morning." Jiang Wen yawned big, looked tired, and waved his hands: "If you go out, close the door, I won't accompany you, I'm too sleepy now, I have to go to sleep. "

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Okay, you can sleep in your bed, I will go back by myself."

Anyway, he has money, and it's not that he can't get a taxi.

Watching Jiang Wen and his fellow enter the room to sleep, Zhao Fusheng tidied up, left his house, hailed a taxi, and headed towards Yu Feihong's residence.

On the way, Zhao Fusheng thought about it and dialed Yu Feihong's cell phone.

"Sister Fei, are you up yet?" Zhao Fusheng asked.