The Late School

Finally, after patiently reading the script of "Unlucky Bear", Feng Dong let out a sigh, gently dropped the script on the desk, and slid forward until he reached the other end of the desk, within reach of Zhang Tan.

Feng Dong leaned on the boss's chair, rubbed his eyes, looked sideways at a rich bamboo on the desk, and said nothing.

Zhang Tan didn't explain any more, and sat quietly in the chair, waiting for the team leader to think.The team leader is an old screenwriter, and he doesn't need to explain more. After reading the scripts of the first few episodes, he knows the whole story and style.

After a while, Feng Dong turned his head, looked at Zhang Tan, and said, "There are eight people who wrote the script for the project this time, and each group will recommend one. Once you vote for this script, you are not only representative You yourself, and on behalf of our third group of screenwriters, do you know?"

Zhang Tan: "I know, "Unlucky Bear" is something that I thought about, and I think it's okay."

Feng Dong had already figured it out just now, and had an idea in his mind, and immediately said: "I can't judge what will happen to your script. It may not pass the first level, or it may stand out because it is too special."

In the 50th anniversary of Taiqing, writing the mascot as a hapless bear requires not only the confidence of the studio, but also the acceptance and open-mindedness of the TV station.

"What do you mean by that group leader?"

Feng Dong: "Just hand in this."

Then he said: "Otherwise, what should I do? There is no other choice at this time. We can't make the three of us not hand in the script."

This seems to be for him to hear, to make the final decision for himself, yes, even if he hesitates, it is of no use. There is no other alternative, but Zhang Tan’s "Unlucky Bear" can only be handed in.

"Leave the script here, I'll hand it in later." Feng Dong said.

"Thank you, group leader."

After Zhang Tan left, Feng Dong stood up, reached out and held the script on the edge of the desk in his hand again, flipping through it at will, really dare to write this Zhang Tan, he was not afraid that he would not even be able to pass my level.

He seemed to be giving himself confidence, read the script again, thinking about the merits, after he had enough, stood up, took a sip of tea, went out, found the supervisor, and handed in the script.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the supervisor convened a meeting with the screenwriter team leaders to discuss the script together.Every script has its name sealed, and it is impossible to see who wrote it.

Feng Dong was the first to come to the meeting room, put a stack of manuscript paper in front of his seat, and turned over the eight scripts for this review.

When he turned to the penultimate script, "Unlucky Bear", he suddenly felt a little nervous and wondered what everyone would think.

After the eight screenwriters arrived, the supervisor said: "Wait a second, I also called the old Liu of the evaluation team."

As soon as the speech fell, Lao Liu arrived, the staff were all there, and the supervisor introduced the importance of this project. Pujiang Film Studio and Pujiang TV Station are brothers, and congratulations between brothers must be very careful.

"As Mr. Ma said, we can't make money in this project, but it must be made into a boutique."

"Now you have 8 scripts on hand, and you are invited to come here for discussion. Eventually you will keep three of them, talk to the author, and leave two of them to the TV station."

The supervisor looked at the clock on the wall and said: "Look at the script first, and we will read it in half an hour."

The meeting room was noisy at first, and soon quieted down. Everyone looked down at the script, and for a while, there was only the sound of paper turning.

By the way, Zhang Tan handed the script to Feng Dong, thinking about it all the time, not busy with other things.In the afternoon, Jiang Rong came to the door and told him by the way that Lao Liu, the uncle of the script evaluation team, went to review the script and told her before leaving.

Old Liu Ping was approachable, and got along with the young man, telling Jiang Rong that it was really possible.

Jiang Rong didn't know that Zhang Tan also wrote a script competition project. After listening to Zhang Tan, she was jealous and hated. She immediately lamented that she and Zhang Tan are clearly classmates, but now she is still in elementary school, and Zhang Tan has graduated from college. .She decided to go back and talk to Lao Liu about whether to let her go for exercise and not to tease her and point out a lot of problems at every evaluation meeting.

Zhang Tan learned that he was reviewing the script in the afternoon. I didn’t know if the results would come out today. So I waited all afternoon. Seeing that the clock was pointing at 5:30, I was off work. I thought that the result might be tomorrow. Here Feng Dong called and called him over.

Zhang Tan knew that this was the result, and was very nervous and came to Feng Dong's office.

Feng Dong was standing in front of the window, drinking tea with a gray thermos cup, looking out at the busy traffic downstairs.

"Come on? Sit." Feng Dong said, but he didn't take a seat. Instead, he walked around in front of the window. After sitting all afternoon, he was tired.

"Team leader?" Zhang Tan asked.

"I reviewed your scripts in the afternoon, and finally selected two, you have them." Feng Dong said in a relaxed tone, and he could not see his anxiety before.

Zhang Tan's hands hanging by his side tightened, clenched into a fist, and released it momentarily.

Feng Dong continued: "Tomorrow at 9:30, you go to the supervisor, maybe you are going to the Pujiang TV station to contact the other party. Whether you can finally choose it depends on what the other party wants. You have to be prepared."

Zhang Tan nodded and said that he understood that the company chose two scripts to give the TV station a choice. It is conceivable that the other script left behind must have a different style from "Unlucky Bear".

"Thank you, team leader, I will be ready."

"Go back, work hard, it's pretty good."

When Zhang Tan drove to West Chang'an Avenue, he saw a small electric donkey turned to the entrance of Little Red Horse Academy and stopped.

Riding on the car was a fat man in trousers and a white shirt, guarding a little girl carrying a small ladybug schoolbag. She was cute, dumb, and crying, just like Meng Chengcheng.

"Don't cry baby, go in, it's hot outside, Dad is going to work."

Meng Chengcheng's father gently wiped the sweat from his daughter's forehead, but let his face be smooth and shiny, and the back of his white shirt was wet.

The car went away and stopped in the underground parking lot of the village in the city. Zhang Tan walked through the streets and returned to the school.

When I went upstairs, I went to the activity area to take a look. The children were playing here. Xiao Bai was yelling, who wants to be her little chicken.

What's the situation?Zhang Tan originally just took a look and left, but stopped when he heard the words. It turned out that the children were playing with an eagle and catching a chick. This time Xiaobai was not an eagle, but an old hen, protecting the chicks.

Meng Chengcheng, who had just arrived at the academy, stood alone by himself, while Xiaobai recruited chicks and told Meng Chengcheng how to be an eagle.

Dare, let Meng Chengcheng be an eagle?

Is this trying to tire Bian Meng Chengcheng?She is so timid and cute, besides catching her own little tail, who else can she catch?

"You want to be fierce, you know?"

Xiaobai is teaching experience, whether he is an eagle or not, children must be fierce, so that no one dares to bully her.

Meng Chengcheng stared at her blankly, as if reading a book.

"Did you know?...Cheng Cheng?! Don't be a bonbon if you are talking... Nodding your head."

Meng Chengcheng finally nodded, holding Xiao Bai's clothes with fear in his eyes.

Xiaobai pulled her little hand away and encouraged: "You don't want to catch me, you want to eat me acridine? I am a mother chicken, do you know what you are? You are an eagle.

The little chickens behind her asked, the little eagle is too small, and they can't get them.

Xiaobai turned her head fiercely and said loudly with Trump: "You guys give me some melon babies! Know a shovel! It's a baby eagle, and the big eagle is also the baby eagle who grew up. If you want a big eagle, I will go and call the garden Auntie elder is here, and auntie elder is a big eagle. Do you like it if you eat you? Are you afraid?"

The chicks were quiet for an instant, and then they tweeted again, but no one questioned the small eagle of Meng Chengcheng.

Zhang Tan looked funny, was hungry, and went back to the room first to make dinner.