Chapter 749 Script Controversy

Fang Minghua didn't know that the script he had written was buried in a pile of documents on his desk by a middle-level leader at Warner Bros. He was busy with another thing after New Year's Day.

The Third World Chinese Literature Prize Preliminary Reading Class held a meeting at Tangcheng Hotel in Xijing, and Fang Minghua, one of the members of the reading class, of course had to attend.

As in the last two editions, he is still a member of the novel group, and selected five novels, five novellas, and five short stories among hundreds of novels.

As in previous years, there are many excellent novels and the competition is fierce. The most eye-catching one is "No One With Me" written by the famous South African female writer Nadine Gordimer. Everyone thinks that it has the greatest chance of winning.

Of course, the other four shortlisted novels are also very excellent and very competitive. Wang Anyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", Han Shaogong's "Maqiao Dictionary", Mo Yan's "Big Breasts and Wide Hips", and Yu Hua's "Xu Sanguan Selling" "Blood Chronicle".

Yu Hua has been in the limelight in the literary world in recent years, and is almost a frequent visitor to the World Chinese Literature Awards. His "Screaming in the Drizzle" was successfully shortlisted for the first edition, and for the second edition, his "Alive" won the award; this time At the same time, "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" once again stunned the judges' eyes.

However, everyone privately believes that it is unlikely that he will win this time. According to the general awards convention, it is impossible to award the best to the same author for two consecutive years.

Fang Minghua was trying to figure out the other four films, but he didn't know which one to rate as the best.

Haha, this is none of my business, let the people on the jury have a headache.

The meeting ended after ten days. Fang Minghua went home in the afternoon, and his wife Song Tangtang also returned from the United States in the evening.

"Where are the two babies?" Song Tangtang's first words came after he entered the door.

"It's not a holiday anymore. Your parents will be staying here for a few days." Fang Minghua explained.

Song Tangtang said oh, put on home clothes, sat down on the sofa and said:

"I won't talk about Lili. Anyway, I often send emails. Besides, you are going to San Francisco soon. For the movie shooting, Wu Tianmin and the others have basically completed their visas and will go to Los Angeles soon."

"But it's Spring Festival?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Warner Brothers is pressing hard and hopes that both parties will sign the contract as soon as possible. They have been in contact with several famous Hollywood directors, but they have not yet finalized it. The main reason is that the script has not been written yet. Minghua, have you sent your script? "

"I sent it early. After Lili translated it, I sent it to Warner Brothers, but there was no reply." Fang Minghua said.

"I've also read it and thought it was well written. I'll call Jeff later. This time Wu Tianmin went over to discuss the script!" Song Tangtang replied, and then asked Fang Minghua: "When do you plan to leave?"

"The Chinese New Year is in more than twenty days. I'll go after the Chinese New Year." Fang Minghua replied.

"Forget it, you can leave in a few days. There are only Lili, my second aunt, and a baby in San Francisco now. It's quite lonely during the New Year. Also, you should worry more about Warner Bros., and get in at once. Ninety million, I don’t feel at ease.”

At the end, Song Tangtang sighed.

"What are you worried about? Didn't someone come over? Wu Tianmin has been the director of Xiying Film Studio for almost ten years and has stayed in the United States for five years. He is just an old fox. With him in charge, the United States will not cause any trouble." Fang Minghua comforted.

"That said, 90 million. Most of it is equivalent to you paying for it out of your own pocket. What if the filming doesn't go well? What if you lose money at the box office? You are a star-level writer in the United States now. You were doing well in the past. manage!"

Fang Minghua was dumbfounded after hearing his wife's words.

What does I Am a Star Writer have to do with making movies?

I don’t know how to choose actors for filming?

But seeing the other person's anxious look, he swallowed his words again.

"Okay, I'll leave in a few days."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore." Song Tangtang looked at the hanging clock on the wall of the living room: "It's ten o'clock in the evening. It's eight o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles. It's time for Jeff to go to work. I'll make a call." After that, he stood up. Walk upstairs.

"I'll put hot water on you and you can take a shower later." Fang Minghua shouted at Song Tangtang's back.

Ten minutes later, Song Tangtang came down from upstairs with a bad expression.

"What's wrong?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Jeff said that the script is being reviewed by their planning department, but the results have not yet been informed to him. Really, the efficiency of large companies is so low!"

"Okay, why are you angry? Let them watch slowly." Fang Minghua comforted: "The water has been put in the bathtub. You go take a bath. You call me later and I will rub your back."

"Um"

Song Tangtang walked into the bathroom, and Fang Minghua sat on the sofa and read the newspaper.

Thousands of miles away in the office of the vice president of Warner Bros. Pictures in Burbank, Jeff's face looked a little ugly.

He sat on the boss's chair and looked at the middle-aged bald man in front of the boss's desk with his head slightly lowered.

"Thomas, I remember that I sent Mr. Minghua's script to your email address half a month ago, right? Did I remember it wrong? Do I need to check the historical records?"

"No, Mr. Nick, you remembered correctly, it was December 26th. You sent it to my mailbox on the first day after work on Christmas Day."

"What's the date today?"

Thomas hesitated before saying: "January 14th."

"It's been almost 20 days, and you haven't finished reading a single script?!" Nick was suddenly furious: "Is this the efficiency of your planning department?! Thomas, give me a reasonable explanation!"

"Mr. Nick, actually we have finished reading it a long time ago." Thomas had to tell the truth: "But I want to wait until Mr. Tony's script and the two scripts are reviewed together, and then I will report to you after comparing the pros and cons."

"Oh?" Nick calmed down his anger, sat back on the boss's chair, crossed his legs and looked at the other person: "Has Mr. Tony's script been sent over?"

"It was sent the day before yesterday, and several editors in our planning department reviewed it overnight."

"What's the result? Who do you think wrote better?"

Thomas was silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Nick, several editors in our corporate department have always believed that Mr. Minghua's script is better, with a compact structure, smooth plot, and is more faithful to the original work."

"Oh, you mean, Nick's writing is not as good as Minghua's?" Tony was a little surprised.

"Yes, in fact, the script written by Nick is also quite good, maintaining his previous standards. Without Mr. Minghua's script, I think it would have been completely filmable. It's a pity." Tomatos said.

"Really? Give me both scripts and I'll take a look." Tony suddenly became interested.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you right away."

Thomas left the office and within a few minutes brought two manuscripts and placed them on Tony's desk.

Tony looked seriously.

These days, Tony read the script whenever he was not too busy at work. Later, he even took it home and continued reading while sitting in front of the fireplace in the living room while drinking coffee.

In the end, he had to accept the fact.

That Chinese man is not only an excellent writer, but also an excellent screenwriter.