"The protagonist has a family, but there is no need to focus on describing what his family is like. In fact, a phone call and a few conversations can solve the problem!"

"..."

"There are too many descriptions of old American soldiers, which are too cumbersome. Although the appearance scenes are very strong and the design is very detailed, there is no need to delete them!"

"..."

"The protagonist's friends, memories, and scenes with the neighbors have all been deleted..."

"..."

"Delete all irrelevant scenery descriptions. I personally suggest that there should be two endings. One is that the protagonist is rescued, which is your ending, and the other ending is that the protagonist is buried alive..."

"..."

The sun sets in the west.

The sunset dyed half the sky red.

Zheng Jun listened silently to Zhou Yang's suggestions for changes to the script of "Struggle".

Many of the plots and scenes that he carefully designed were considered by Zhou Yang to be burdensome. After all, this feeling was very unpleasant.

He seemed to have returned to the day when he originally sold "The Bottom of the Mine". After reading the script, the buyer kept nitpicking, and finally lowered the price from 50,000 to 20,000!

However, he did not refute or leave. Instead, he took the script back and sat in the office silently watching it.

The afterglow of the sunset was gradually swallowed up by darkness, and street lamps lit up outside the window.

After Zhou Yang saw Zheng Jun's serious look, he did not disturb Zheng Jun. Instead, he was given two portions of instant noodles, one of which was placed next to Zheng Jun and he ate the other one himself.

The aroma of instant noodles made Zheng Jun feel very uncomfortable in his stomach, and he felt extremely nauseated and retched.

He has eaten countless buckets of instant noodles over the years, and he has come to hate instant noodles deeply.

However, he finally resisted the nauseating feeling, and while eating, he was immersed in the new version of the "Struggle" story line, sorting out the story after Zhou Yang changed it.

The entire storyline of "Struggle" has not changed, but everything else has.

All other content in the entire movie has been deleted, leaving only the core story of the protagonist's survival...

The main plot of such a movie seems very simple, but it is extremely difficult to shoot, especially the idea of ​​shooting it is even more outrageous!

An actor's movie!

Zheng Jun is simply unheard of, and even in the entire international film industry, there is no such film.

However, the more the plot was sorted out, the greater the shock in Zheng Jun's heart. Even after sorting out the script of "Struggle", he actually felt a little surprised!

this moment……

He suddenly realized that how could a director who could make movies like "Saw" and "Mineral" be like those middlemen who didn't understand movies and only lowered prices?

At seven o'clock in the evening.

After Zheng Jun changed the last word of the "Struggle" script, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He is very satisfied with this version of "Struggle".

"Mr. Zhou, I've changed it!" Zheng Jun looked up at Zhou Yang.

"Mr. Zheng, I just had a temporary, unwritten idea..." Zhou Yang put down the work at hand after hearing the voice, and then raised his head.

"What do you think?" Zheng Jun asked subconsciously.

"Have you ever thought that the process of the protagonist trying his best to escape is actually a joke?" Zhou Yang thought for a while and then said.

"What joke?"

"The gangsters have been stepping on the ground where he was buried deep from the beginning to the end. The so-called FBI and the so-called saviors who talked to the protagonist are actually played by a group of gangsters..." Zhou Yang said this sentence with a smile.

"Then what's the point of gangsters? What's the point of them kidnapping a civilian, an ordinary person?" Zheng Jun couldn't believe it.

"Because they are bored, and the feeling of shooting someone to death can no longer excite them. They want to see the ugly appearance of a person struggling to death in the face of a desperate situation. Just like some psychopaths, they don't like it.

They believe in cruelty and prefer to watch the prey on hand fight desperately to survive, experiencing hope over and over again, only to be disappointed over and over again..." Perhaps it was after filming "Saw" that he was

Infected by Christian's inexplicable perversion, Zhou Yang somehow contracted this problem.

"Why are the gangsters so perverted? Who are those gangsters?" When Zheng Jun heard this, he felt a slight chill down his spine. Especially after seeing Zhou Yang's smile, the chill became even worse.

"I definitely can't point out who those gangsters are in the movie..." Zhou Yang shook his head.

"In reality, who are those gangsters..." Zheng Jun continued to ask.

"The background of this movie is in Iraq*. Those gangsters can't be civilians who have been devastated by the war and don't even have enough to eat, right?"

"They are beautiful..." Zheng Jun's eyes widened.

"It's a terrorist!" Zhou Yang shook his head: "This movie is an anti-war movie that satirizes terrorists. This movie must not only be released in China, but also in the United States. After all, it must be in line with the current craze in the United States.

Well……"

"Yes!" Zheng Jun nodded excitedly after hearing this.

After the excitement, Zheng Jun's mood returned to calm. Then, as if he thought of something, the expression on his face became anxious again: "Mr. Zhou, I can finish revising the script today. I see you are very satisfied with this script.

How much do you plan to pay for this script? You can put your name on the script, after all, you changed most of it..."

"You don't want to direct this movie yourself?" Zhou Yang shook his head as he watched Zheng Jun lower his head, his voice was very soft, and he was as humble as dust.

"ah!"

Being trampled on at the bottom for too long.

Although he still has self-confidence, when Zheng Jun heard that he could direct a movie, he still couldn't believe it.

This seemed like a dream, a dream that he didn't want to wake up from!

His hand holding the script was shaking.

"When you go back and make a shooting plan, tell me how much investment is needed and what shooting conditions Huaxing needs to provide you..."

"Okay!" Zheng Jun clenched his fists and nodded excitedly. Just as he was about to leave the office with the script, he suddenly stopped awkwardly and moved the corners of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Zhou, can you lend me twenty yuan? It's...it's so late and I want to take a taxi back..."

"..."

Zhou Yang looked at the embarrassed Zheng Jun.

Although Zheng Jun is much older than him, he seems to see himself a year ago.

The same awkwardness, the same humility, the same pennilessness.

Of course he didn't laugh at Zheng Jun, but stood up, took out the money from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Jun.

He didn't say anything sensational, he just nodded to him.

"come on!"

"Yeah! I'll finish the shooting plan and character storyboards tomorrow!" Zheng Jun nodded desperately, his hand holding the money trembling constantly.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Zhou Yang suddenly stopped him.

"Brother Zheng!"

"Ah? Zhou, Mr. Zhou..."

"If there are directors around you who have similar experiences and are equally talented as you, you can have a little chat with them. Although our Huaxing is not big, we can definitely let them display their talents!"

"Um!"

After Zheng Jun left happily, the office suddenly became very quiet.

Zhou Yang silently rubbed his sore eyes and yawned, not knowing what he was going to do.

He had just returned from the United States and had not yet recovered from the jet lag.

Obviously very tired.

But couldn't sleep.

Just as Zhou Yang stood up, he heard the noisy sound of fireworks outside the window.

Somehow, his eyes were fixed on the bunches of fireworks blooming in the sky.

He came to the window and opened it.

The sound of children laughing and chasing came from the alley not far away...

There are only more than ten days until the Spring Festival!

2006 passed so calmly...

It seems like a blink of an eye.

The fireworks bloomed again, illuminating Zhou Yang's face, and he suddenly felt that he was at a loss at this moment.

The closer we get to the end of the year, the stronger that feeling becomes.

He watched as the group of children were caught by their parents in an alley. The parents scolded them. After scolding them, they took the children's hands and walked away, finally disappearing from Zhou Yang's sight.
To be continued...