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Then he walked to the sofa where he had thrown his backpack, unzipped it, and reached in to take it.
Actually, the script and equipment are both stored in the system space.
.. ...... ...
Therefore, he mentally issued instructions to the system.
"System, take the script out of the system space and put it in my backpack."
[Ding, items are being withdrawn...]
[Ding, the funds have been withdrawn. Please check your account.]
Suddenly, Fang Yifan felt a stack of stiff papers in his hand as he reached into his schoolbag.
After he took his hand out, there was a thick stack of papers, like a book.
Fang Yuan was startled when he saw it!
"Fang Yifan, are you making a movie?"
Fang Yifan smiled and then explained, "No, this is a script for a hundred episodes, all bound together, so it looks quite thick."
At this moment, Tong Wenjie's eyes widened when she saw the stack of scripts.
"Fang Yifan, why were your grades so bad before? Was it because of writing this script?"
The anger that seemed to have just subsided was about to reignite.
Fang Yifan, quickly cool her down.
"Mom, calm down. My grades are pretty good right now!"
Tong Wenjie has a fiery temper, so she gradually calmed down after hearing this.
"If your grades drop in the future, see how I deal with you!" But she still gave him a lecture.
With his other hand, Fang Yifan handed the thick stack of scripts to Fang Yuan.
"Let's take a look at you first; you're our male lead!" (Part 2)
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Fang Yuan took the thick script and then smiled:
"It looks pretty thick!"
After saying that, he turned to the first page and began to scan the plot and structure.
A boss, wearing a Rolex, arbitrarily fired an excellent employee.
The employee lost his job and eventually became a courier, and they met again.
Fang Yuan suddenly raised his head, and asked with some lingering interest:
"That's it for the first episode?"
Fang Yifan nodded, and then began to speak eloquently:
"People nowadays are more restless, so the main storyline should be as short as possible so that people can read it in short bursts of time."
After saying that, he smiled and then asked in return:
"So, Dad, what do you think of this script?"
To be honest, when Fang Yifan first suggested "263", he also thought it was unreliable, but now that he has read the script, he is actually quite looking forward to it.
If the filming is good, it will definitely be a great start. Whether it will be successful or not is unknown, but the quality will be very high.
Moreover, the storyline is told from the perspective of a boss, depicting how he manipulates an employee.
Nowadays, most of them are stories of people making a comeback and turning their lives around, which gives people a sense of satisfaction.
This fragment, however, is a dark comedy crafted from an absurd perspective.
"Wenjie, look at him, our son is quite talented." Fang Yuan nudged Tong Wenjie and said with a smile.
Tong Wenjie took the script and then proudly said:
"Of course my son is outstanding and talented!"
Fang Yifan's lips twitched. He used to say that his son wasn't his own when he was being scolded.
It doesn't resemble me at all; it doesn't have my own superior genes.
I still remember it vividly; adults are indeed very fickle.
Of course, Fang Yifan didn't say it aloud; he just thought it to himself.
Tong Wenjie was also very curious about what kind of script her son could write.
His eyes held a hint of disdain, but once he opened it, he began to read it carefully.
My eyes grew brighter and brighter. The plot wasn't long, so I finished watching it quickly.
"Oh!"
Tong Wenjie gritted her teeth, slammed her fist on the sofa, and angrily accused the man.
"This boss is inhuman! He just fires people like that!"
The reason Tong Wenjie was so angry was because she felt it was unfair that Fang Yuan was fired.
Fang Yifan's lips twitched slightly, worried that his mother might tear up his script in a fit of anger.
"It's just an artistic character, a dramatic conflict. Mom, calm down."
Fang Yifan reached out, took the script, and placed it on the table for safety.
Fang Yuan simply shifted his position and sat down next to Fang Yifan.
With one arm around Fang Yifan and the other patting his chest, he started bragging.
"As expected of my son, I almost applied to the film academy back then, but the examiner didn't like me, so I gave up on him."
Fang Yuan truly harbors an artistic dream.
So Fang Yifan, knowing his taste, smiled and said to him, "Dad, those teachers just don't have good judgment. You're the male lead this time."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan excitedly rubbed his hands together.
However, she hesitated for a moment and then said, "I haven't studied acting specifically, so maybe I should just give up."
After all, this was his son's first attempt, and he didn't want to disappoint his son because of him.
Fang Yifan chuckled to himself, then said seriously to his father:
"Dad, don't worry, no one else can do this role but you."
"After all, in our family, you're the only one who acts like a boss!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan smiled, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward, his beer belly sticking out.
"Really? Doesn't he look like a boss?" He even had a smug look on his face.
Tong Wenjie glanced at the smug Fang Yuan, rolled her eyes, and said:
"You think you're a boss? You look more like a street thug!"
Fang Yuan's expression changed, and then he suddenly said:
"How can you talk like that? Pack your bags, you don't need to come to work tomorrow."
Fang Yuan's sudden move really startled the two of them; he really had that boss vibe.
Suddenly, Fang Yuan reverted to his usual carefree self, looking at the two of them and saying:
"How is it? How is it? Does it sound like a boss?"
Tong Wenjie burst out laughing and then said:
"He really does look a bit like the boss now..."
Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow and then said to Tong Wenjie:
"The boss needs a secretary right now. Comrade Wenjie, how about you take on the role?"
Tong Wenjie rolled her eyes at Fang Yuan and then said:
"Hate!"
Fang Yifan sat to the side, watching the two flirt and banter.
So he coughed to make his presence known.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Tong Wenjie glared at Fang Yuan and said, "Not a single one of them is upright."
As a single man, Fang Yifan felt he had suffered a devastating blow, so he decided to shatter Fang Yuan's beautiful dream.
Fang Yifan coughed once, then suppressed a laugh and said:
"Dad, let me tell you about this boss's performance style?"
"Okay!" Fang Yuan sat up straight, straining his ears to listen to the important points.
After all, Fang Yifan, as the director and screenwriter of this short film, should have the deepest understanding of it.
Fang Yifan cleared his throat and then said:
"Actually, the essence of the boss's acting in this show lies in his expressionless face!"
After hearing this, Fang Yuan even picked at his ears, doubting that he had misheard.
Then he repeated it again!
Facial paralysis?
Fang Yifan nodded and then said, "Yes!"
Fang Yuan suddenly stood up, walked towards Fang Yifan, and smiled gently:
"Fang Yifan, are you deliberately playing tricks on your father?"
Fang Yifan looked completely innocent and said helplessly:
"I really didn't. I think this requires someone who looks completely indifferent, numb, and expressionless to perform!"