Chapter 5 Gold-level screenwriter
Liang Wenyuan, who is in his 50s this year, wears gold-rimmed glasses and his hair is meticulously combed.
More like an intellectual than a director.
"Hello teacher!"
Chen Mo said hello and picked up the teacup on Liang Wenyuan's table to make tea.
Liang Wenyuan is not only Chen Mo's tutor in study, but also a nobleman in Chen Mo's work.
Chen Mo is very familiar with many of Liang Wenyuan's living habits.
Liang Wenyuan loves to drink tea, but he does not like to make tea. Every time Chen Mo comes, he takes the initiative to make a cup of hot tea for Liang Wenyuan.
"Little Mo is here, don't be too busy, come and sit."
Taking off his gold-wire glasses, Liang Wenyuan smiled.
For Chen Mo, Lao Liang was very satisfied.
Talented, sensible, and obedient, this is rare among the students he has taught over the years.
Moreover, Chen Mo came from the northern countryside of the Xia Kingdom, and his family background was average. In recent years, Liang Wenyuan took care of Chen Mo a lot.
"Your wife was talking to me about you yesterday, asking when you will go."
After drinking a sip of tea made by Chen Mo, Lao Liang leaned on the generous boss chair and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Teacher, this weekend is over, just as Tingting said she would come back."
Chen Mo sat opposite Liang Wenyuan and said with a smile.
"Tingting will come back next week? This dead girl didn't tell me..."
Liang Yuting, the apple of Lao Liang's palm, is a graduate student at Modu University. She usually lives on campus and occasionally goes home on weekends. She graduated this year.
"Tingting probably didn't have time to tell you."
Chen Mo was slightly embarrassed, as if he had done something bad and was caught.
"Haha, let's not talk about Tingting," Lao Liang said with a haha, his own daughter knew, Liang Wenyuan knew exactly what the girl was up to, which was one of the reasons why Lao Liang supported Chen Mo so much.
"I called you here today for a serious business."
"Teacher, say it."
Chen Mo stiffened slightly, knowing that Liang Wenyuan was going to talk to himself about the web drama.
Zi Liu.
"The company recently has a new director training program," Lao Liang continued after drinking a sip of tea. "There are about 2 million in funds. To be invested in the filming of online dramas, it is aimed at your fourth-level director group."
Chen Mo turned his body sideways and listened carefully.
2 million is not a small amount. After all, what a fourth-level director usually shoots is an advertisement that costs 10,000 yuan.
"Within a week, the company's 21 fourth-level director teams came up with their web drama shooting plans. The company will organize a review, and the top three will be given 1 million, 700,000, and 300,000 shooting funds respectively."
"After that, the company will broadcast it on its video website and evaluate the quality of the online drama based on the number of clicks."
"This involves the allocation of an important resource next, understand?"
Important resource allocation?
Chen Mo was slightly taken aback.
"Teacher, are you saying that after this time, the person with the best grades will get more resources?"
"Yes, but the specific situation has not been finalized."
"By the way, Xiao Mo, do you know the most important thing about this shooting plan?"
the most important?
Everyone is a fourth-level director, and most of them graduated from famous schools. There are even two or three people in Chen Mo's classmates. Everyone's level is similar.
Moreover, although 2 million is a lot, it is divided into three companies, and the highest is only 1 million. At this price, a popular actor cannot afford it for a day.
Therefore, the level of the actors, if nothing else, are unknown little actors.
In this way, the script has become the key to the success of the online drama!
"The script," Chen Mo said after thinking for a while, "Teacher, it's the script, which is the core of the plan."
Liang Wenyuan nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Xiao Mo, the key this time is the script. I have contacted a gold-level screenwriter in the past two days. In the afternoon, I will take you to visit."
Gold level screenwriter?
Chen Mo was slightly startled.
In this world, there are clear standards for the level division of screenwriters and lyrics.
Not in the stream, bronze, silver, gold, platinum, diamond, are the levels of screenwriters and songwriters.
A diamond-level screenwriter, a script, is worth millions at every turn!
Gold-level screenwriters, although they cannot be compared with diamond levels, are also the mainstay in the entertainment industry.
A script can sell for hundreds of thousands.
This kind of resource is very difficult for a fourth-level director to obtain.
Even Liang Wenyuan is afraid that he has paid a lot of money or favor.
Seeing the teacher drinking tea, Chen Mo felt warm in his heart.
This is also the reason why Chen Mo runs to Liang Wenyuan's house every day.
Liang Wenyuan really took good care of Chen Mo. The company just confirmed the support plan for new directors, and they found the screenwriter.
However, for Chen Mo, who has just integrated the earth's memory, it is just a script for a small-cost online drama, and it is not necessary to let the teacher take care of him.
"Thank you teacher," Chen Mo got up and bowed deeply.
"You kid, why are you polite to me? Get up."
Liang Wenyuan put down the teacup and said quickly.
"Teacher," Chen Mo straightened up, held Liang Wenyuan's teacup, filled it with tea again, and said, "Thank you for your care, but I already have a script in my hand, and I can use it directly after changing it."
Um?
Liang Wenyuan was slightly taken aback.
"You already have a script?"
"Yes," Chen Mo nodded and said, "I wrote it when I was fine before, but this time it will come in handy."
Snapped!
"Nonsense!" Liang Wenyuan slapped the teacup on the table suddenly, with a displeased expression on his face, and said, "Do you know how rare this opportunity is?"
"Can the script you wrote yourself be comparable to the script written by a gold-level screenwriter?"
"Also, the disciples of Lao Zhang are also staring at this selection."
Chen Mo was startled by Lao Liang, looked at Liang Wenyuan's face, knew that the teacher was really angry, and hurriedly got up and walked behind the old couple.
"Teacher, calm down!" While massaging Lao Liang's shoulders, Chen Mo said, "Don't be angry, listen to my explanation."
"Explain what, that golden screenwriter... oops... left... the left hand is stronger..."
Lao Liang's originally angry tone suddenly softened.
Chen Mo felt slightly proud.
His teacher, everything is good, but his temper is a bit explosive.
However, Chen Mo had already figured out a way to deal with Lao Liang.
massage!
Liang Wenyuan suffered a shoulder injury due to an accident in his early years and was often sore and swollen.
Chen Mo specially asked someone to learn professional massage techniques. No matter what, as soon as he got started, Lao Liang's anger disappeared immediately.
"Teacher," Chen Mo said while massaging while the iron was hot, "it's the students who are wrong, I've let down your good intentions."
"However, you have also read the students' scripts, maybe it's a little interesting?"
Lao Liang twisted his shoulders, exhaled a turbid breath, and said:
"Stinky boy, since it was written a long time ago, I will bring it this afternoon and I will show it to you. If it doesn't work, I will visit the gold-level screenwriter immediately."
"Hey, don't worry, teacher, don't worry, teacher!"
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At this time, Linjiang Villa District.
Qin Xiaoru's car stopped at the gate of Villa No. 8.
A woman who looked to be less than forty years old, wearing a professional attire, was already standing on the steps of the villa.