I am a director, but I have the skills of an actor

Chapter 33 Investing
"Senior, this is my girlfriend Xing Aina."

In the small house rented by Ning Hua, Wan Qingshan met Xing Aina, the future gold medal screenwriter.

"sister in law!"

Wan Qingshan's call made Xing Aina confused. Ning Hua called him senior and he called his sister-in-law. How could this be calculated?

When Ning Hua saw Xing Aina looking at him, he immediately understood that Xing Aina was asking him what she should call Wan Qingshan.

Ning Hua didn't know what to call Xing Aina, so he could only push Xing Aina away first, "Nana, go buy some food and come back."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Xing Aina quickly replied.

After Ning Hua poured tea for Wan Qingshan, he kept gesturing for Bo'er to speak.Bo'er replied with a gesture, "You say."

When Wan Qingshan saw this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"You two are just performing silent pantomime, Bo'er. It's up to you to urge me to return to the capital."

"Okay, let me tell you. Here's the thing, Mouse has a script that no one has invested in. I drank too much two days ago and said some nonsense,,,"

Bo'er, whose face turned red, couldn't say the next words, so he said to Ning Hua, "I'll start, and you can tell the rest. It's your movie no matter what."

Ning Hua could only take a deep breath, looked at Bo'er, and spoke quickly to Wan Qingshan.

"Senior, I have a script here, and I want senior to invest in it."

Bo'er's previous words made Wan Qingshan react. He said calmly, "Can you read the script for me first?"

Seeing that there was a door, Ning Hua was overjoyed and stood up quickly, "Senior, sit down for a meeting, right away."

Wan Qingshan took the script handed over by Ning Hua, opened it and read, "Road to the Grass"

This made Wan Qingshan a little disappointed. He thought that Ning Hua was going to make "Crazy Stone", and of course he would be willing to invest in a profitable movie. He was planning to mortgage the courtyard house with the bank to raise money.

It wasn't "Crazy Stone". When Wan Qingshan read the script of "Road to Grass", he was absent-minded and didn't pay attention to the plot.

After putting down the script, under Ning Hua's expectant eyes, Wan Qingshan thought for a moment and asked slowly, "How much investment will this play require?"

Ning Cha swallowed and suppressed his excitement, "Senior, this scene is small and only requires a few actors. And I also plan to make it into a DV movie, so I only need 30 to make it. I can make it myself. It’s enough for 20, but [-] is still missing.”

"20, okay, I'll vote."

As if he was buying a ticket to invest in "Crazy Stone", Wan Qingshan agreed without thinking too much.

"Senior, thank you, thank you." Ning Hua thanked him very excitedly.

Nowadays, the coal boss is still making money in the coal factory, not in the film and television industry.Filmmaking is basically a loss-making business, so it is really difficult for a director to attract investment. Even begging grandpa and grandma is useless.

After the coal boss enters the scene, it will be much easier for the director to attract investment.As long as they agree to the plug, millions is not a problem for the coal boss.

After the investment was confirmed, the three of them started chatting casually. After Xing Aina came back, they had a home-cooked meal.

Wan Qingshan was not a procrastinator. After dinner, he took Ning Hua and others to Qingshan Film and Television Company, signed the contract, and then went to the bank to transfer the money.

After leaving the bank, Ning Hua puffed up his chest and promised Wan Qingshan like a soldier promising to his superiors, "Senior, don't worry, although my movie doesn't make money, it shouldn't lose money. I'm going to go after filming. The film festival sells films, and the 30 yuan can be repaid no matter what."

When Wan Qingshan saw this, he didn't find it funny, but felt sad.

Think about it, the movie market will prosper in the future, and there will be a lot of bad movies to make money and feed the audience.Thinking about it again, it makes people laugh that it is so difficult for this group of people who want to expand the film market to get investment.

Wan Qingshan sighed in his heart and patted Ning Hua on the shoulder, "I just invested 20. Don't worry about it. Just take a good shot."

"Okay, I have to go home. If you need anything, call me."

"Senior, I'll drive you." Ning Hua shouted hurriedly.

"No need, my home is nearby, just two minutes away."

"Then, senior, walk slowly." Wan Qingshan returned home, put down his things, and drove to Qingshan Film and Television Company.

Before, when he signed the contract with Ning Hua, the screenwriter told him that the first draft had been finalized.He didn't have time to read it at the time, so he asked them to leave it alone.

"Sun Yao, please show me the first draft."

Sun Yao, who looked cute and chubby, took out the script from the drawer and said, "Director Wan!"

Wan Qingshan took the first draft, entered the small office, and stayed there for half an hour.

After coming out, Wan Qingshan sat on the sofa in the hall and shouted, "Sun Yao, come over here."

Sun Yao and the other three were stunned for a moment. After they came over, they stood there stupidly with their hands behind their backs, their heads lowered, like students about to be scolded by their teacher.

"What are you doing like this? Sit, sit, sit, sit down."

The three of them immediately sat down on the sofa nearby.

"I've read the first draft. I won't talk about some minor issues. It's a first draft after all. But there is one question I have to tell you. I remember I told you that the theme I want to express is the son who goes to work in the city. There was an ideological conflict between the two and his father who stayed behind in the countryside.

This kind of conflict involves not only the conflict between urban and rural areas, but also the conflict between the younger generation and the older generation.You focus too much on describing your son's ideological changes after moving from the countryside to the city, and ignore the theme. "

Sun Yao felt a little dissatisfied and retorted, "Director Wan, with the change in his son's thoughts, it will be more natural for the son and his father to have conflicts later."

"I know it will transform nature, but I don't need to use too many plots to describe the changes in the son's thoughts. The focus I want is the conflict between the son and his father."

After Wan Qingshan finished speaking, he saw that the expressions of the three people were a little confused. He thought for a while and continued,

"Let's put it this way, what I wanted was a play between a son and his father, and you wrote it for me as a one-man show for the son."

The three of them understood immediately, and Sun Yao said with sincerity and shame, "Director Wan, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, take your time, it's the first draft anyway."

"Then Director Wan, let's go and revise it right now." Sun Yao picked up the first draft on the table.

After she just stood up, she suddenly sat down again, "Director Wan, because you have a rough idea of ​​the script in your mind, you will compare it with the script in your mind and find that it does not meet your requirements.

However, Director Wan, I would like to ask, if you put aside the script in your mind, what do you think of the script we wrote? "

Wan Qingshan thought silently for a moment, and then shook his head under the expectant gazes of the three people.
"What you wrote can be said to be a one-man show. Generally speaking, a one-man show has no points of conflict. It is difficult for a play without points of conflict to be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Of course, if you write a one-man show with only one person in the script and focus on the courage and loneliness in order to survive, it will also be very shocking.

But I don’t think you can write this kind of one-man show. Not just you, I don’t think even young screenwriters can write it. "

"Wan Dao, why is this?"

Wan Qingshan rolled his eyes, "You are young, how can you respect life, how can you feel loneliness, how can you write when you have no experience.

I ask you, is the first draft written as a one-man show for your son? Is it because you filled in all the similar changes in your own thoughts as you wrote it, so it became a one-man show. "

Sun Yao and the other three looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Just like Wan Qingshan said, they wrote a lot about themselves in the role of son.That’s why I wrote it so quickly. In less than a month, I finished the first draft.

"Director Wan, thank you for your advice. We will put aside our subjective emotions and make corrections."

"Remember, ask more elderly people around you about their life experiences. If possible, go to the countryside to learn about the daily life of the elderly in the countryside. The plot of the elderly in the first draft is unrealistic in some places."

Sun Yao rolled his eyes and asked with a smile, "Director Wan, how about you give us some funds and let us live in the countryside for a while, so that we can describe the elderly more comprehensively."

Wan Qingshan's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll give you three thousand, and you can live in the countryside for a while, but you have to pay attention to safety and don't choose a remote village."

Then, Wan Qingshan was afraid that the three of them would regret it, so he took out 3000 yuan and left the company quickly.

(End of this chapter)