1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 555 This TV series is pretty good.

"I think we should consider adapting this novel into a film," the Emei Film Studio leader said, patting Mi Jiashan on the shoulder. "Are you really confident you can do a good job?"

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This sudden enthusiasm made Mi Jiashan a little uncomfortable, but hearing the leader ask such a question, he quickly nodded:

"Yes! I'm confident!"

“Well, filming is a big deal after all. How about this, you go and write a script and bring it up for review. I’ve read the novel too. The narrative is too fragmented. There’s still a gap between literature and film. How to handle this fragmented narrative is very important and it really tests the director’s skill,” said Li Kangsheng, the current director of Emei Film Studio.

Lee Kang-sheng himself is a screenwriter by training. He graduated from a professional film school and served as the director of the literature department of Emei Film Studio. He planned many films and is now about the same age as Mi Jiashan, but has already taken over as the director of the studio. He has considerable expertise in film scripts.

"Yes, you must take this script seriously. If the script passes the test, then rest assured, this project will definitely be a key project for the studio next. The studio will definitely give the film strong support and do its best to help you with the filming of this movie."

"Thank you, factory manager! Thank you, leaders!"

After obtaining Jiang Xian's permission, the factory finally relented. This smooth progress made Mi Jiashan overjoyed, as he was finally able to shoot a film that he truly wanted to make from the bottom of his heart.

Subsequently, Mi Jiashan immediately called Jiang Xuan, who was in Beijing, to inform him about the script and then tentatively asked him what his thoughts were on it.

"script?"

Jiang Xian thought for a moment, "Why don't you decide for yourself?"

"Ok?"

Mi Jiashan was stunned.

What do you mean by "I'll figure it out myself"?

"Comrade Jiang Xian, I... I didn't quite understand."

"Well, Lao Mi, I've been busy with some things lately. We talked before, and I feel that you really understand my novel. The points you made are basically in line with my creative ideas. Since I've handed the novel over to you, you can take charge of the script yourself. I won't ask any more questions."

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Mi Jiashan understood what Jiang Xian meant.

Good guy.

This means they've completely handed over the script to him, and are now completely washing their hands of the business.

Of course, Mi Jiashan couldn't say much about this. You can't force someone to write a script just because you want to adapt their novel; that's unreasonable.

Moreover, many authors don't participate in film adaptations after handing over their novels, but the fact that Jiang Xian trusted him so much was quite unbelievable to Mi Jiashan.

But how exactly should this novel be adapted?

How can this novel be adapted into a truly outstanding film?
Mi Jiashan had never adapted a novel before, so he was momentarily lost in thought, but he quickly figured it out.

"The Troublemakers" is such a good novel.

Why are you changing it?
He can just film whatever Jiang Xian wrote.

The novel "The Troubleshooters" is so famous that its content has deeply resonated with readers. Changing any part of it could displease readers or even destroy the novel's core spirit.

Then let's just not change it.

Following Jiang Xian's creative ideas, the script was written and overlapped exactly with the original plot.

Don’t seek merit, but seek no faults.

Mi Jiashan felt that his plan was very feasible.

He didn't think he was particularly gifted enough to make Jiang Xian's already well-written novel even more amazing.

It's already good enough, why change it?
Following this line of thought, Mi Jiashan quickly immersed himself in writing the script. At the same time, a new TV series was broadcast during prime time on CCTV.

"Where do you come from, my friend?"

"It's like a butterfly flying into my window."

"What are you looking at?" Following the strangely captivating singing, Wang Jianjun, who had just finished eating and was washing his shirtless shirt in the yard, moved closer to Old Sun's door.

Inside the door, Old Sun, his wife, and several neighbors were gathered around Old Sun's 14-inch Peony brand color TV. The TV screen prominently displayed several large purple characters:
The Story of the Editorial Department

"What is this? What TV series is this?" Wang Jianjun asked, rubbing himself with a towel.

On the television, the theme song of the TV series was still playing:

"I don't know how long I can stay."

"We have been apart for far too long."

"Ouch."

As Wang Jianjun listened to the song, his upper body felt numb, and his soul trembled slightly with the music, giving him a feeling of hearing celestial music and his ears being temporarily cleared.

What song is this?

"I do not know."

"This song can be sung like this? I've never heard anyone sing it like this before."

Mao Amin's singing style may seem outdated in later generations, but in today's music scene, it is a sound that has never been heard before.

In its original historical trajectory, Mao Amin first presented the song "Longing" to the people of the whole country on the Spring Festival Gala in 88. Wearing 10-centimeter high heels, she achieved a dimensional reduction attack on the Chinese music scene, directly creating a legendary moment on the Spring Festival Gala.

In addition, Mao Amin also sang the theme song for a TV series, which was the TV series "Desire" with a viewership rating of 98% back then. Yes, a TV series that Zhang Kaili has relied on for her entire life.

I heard that the studio was cold and damp during filming, and Zhang Kaili had to stand every day for ten months. Every time the director finished filming, she was so tired that she would shout and scream, which was completely different from her selfless and dedicated performance on screen.

Mao Amin sang the theme song "Desire," a song that can be described as a phenomenal bombshell in the 90s, which was used to "bombard the emotions of the entire nation" with the song.

It is said that this theme song made the cassette tape factory work overtime overnight, and pirates bought three houses with the money from this song.

In short, the opening theme song "Longing" is truly an overwhelming sonic attack.

Even those who didn't understand the story of "The Story of the Editorial Department" were captivated by the song at that moment.

"Hey, isn't that Wang Yisheng?" someone quickly pointed to the photo of Ge You that appeared on the screen.

Ge You has not had many representative works in recent years, but the most memorable one is still "The Chess King" from back then. The image of Wang Yisheng, who is both silly and naive, left a very deep impression on people.

Unlike later versions, the opening theme song wasn't a long one; it only lasted a minute and a half.

Then the title of the first episode popped up:

Who Will Prevail (Part 1)
Screenwriters: Wang Shuo and Feng Xiaogang from "Haima Film and Television Creation Center".

Before I could even process what was going on with "Seahorse," "Wang Shuo," and "Feng Xiaogang," the story began, starting right with the section written by Feng Xiaogang about Ge Ling and Yu Deli:

"You know me better than she does."

"Yu Deli, do you know what your surname would be called in ancient times?"

“I will speak.”

"Yes."

Ge Ling gestured, “Putting them all together makes it ‘I benefit,’ your father really didn’t give you the wrong name.”

"Ha ha ha ha."

The room erupted in laughter, mixed with the slapping sounds of palm-leaf fans hitting thighs and Old Zhao's wife's exaggerated exclamations of "Oh my!"

His clear, crisp voice, with its distinctive Beijing accent and playful tone, pierced through the sweltering summer noise, making everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Wang Jianjun was also captivated by the voice. It had a familiar quality to him, the kind of sharp-tongued, talkative "talkative old men" from the alleyways who could bring the dead back to life, but it was also more concise, more vibrant, and carried a carefree attitude of seeing through the ways of the world without taking it too seriously.

A novel kind of fun attracted Wang Jianjun.

He had never seen a TV series like this before.

It's both cola and quite different in form and content.

Wang Jianjun quickly took a look.

The plot of this TV series isn't complicated. The beginning is just a setup: the magazine "Human Guide" is not well received by its readers or its contributors, and the magazine is facing difficulties.

At this point, the two young editors could not withstand the test and their beliefs began to waver.

Li Dongbao went to the talent exchange center and asked them to introduce him to a job, and then introduced himself.

The other person was dumbfounded after hearing this. "What, you're also from 'Human Guide'?"

Ge You, who plays Li Dongbao, still speaks with a calm yet slightly cunning tone: "Yes, the editor of 'Human Guide,' who has been doing everything from punching and kicking to photography, editing, and interviewing for many years."

After introducing himself, Li Dongbao rubbed his thigh and inquired, "Uh, from what you just said, it seems like someone else from our area has been here?"

“A female colleague who just left,” the other person replied. “She was also an editor at your Human Guide. She said that she can write, draw, and do both editing and reporting. It seems that you have quite a few talented people there.”

"That's it, that's it."

Li Dongbao smiled and said, "We have a lot of talented people around here. Uh, is this what she came here for?"

"You've all come here for this reason."

The other person nodded. "Hey, tell me about yourself. What kind of organization are you planning to work for?"

“Working in the same unit as her is fine,” Li Dongbao replied immediately. “I’m not picky about the location.”

"Hey, Jianjun! Are you just standing there feeding the mosquitoes?"

Old Zhao, with his sharp eyes, spotted a shirtless figure outside the window and called out in a loud voice, "Come in! Come in and see! This show is amazing, fucking hilarious! It's even more entertaining than listening to a stand-up comedy routine!"

"hehe."

Wang Jianjun waved his hand with a smile, "No, no, Brother Zhao! Xiao Juan hasn't been feeling well these past few days, she's been listless, I need to hurry back and get her something to eat."

He made excuses, but his eyes were glued to the lifelike Li Dongbao on the TV screen, as if drawn by a magnet.

The world inside, the words and deeds of those people, were so far removed from his dreary daily life, yet they were like a key that inadvertently unlocked a rusted lock in his heart.

Wang Jianjun is in his thirties and works in a state-owned factory. His wife recently passed away, leaving him to raise his daughter alone.

His wife's death seemed to have taken away the man's soul; from that day on, no smile ever appeared on his face again.

"Take a look! Ge Ling and Li Dongbao are bickering, it's hilarious!" Old Zhao's wife chimed in with a laugh, fanning herself vigorously with a palm leaf fan.

They were all neighbors and knew about Old Wang's family affairs. Everyone could see that Wang Jianjun was always sullen. Now that they were watching such a funny TV series as "Stories from the Editorial Department," they naturally wanted to drag Wang Jianjun along to watch it and relax.

Wang Jianjun ultimately did not go in.

The cool air and laughter inside the room felt like luxuries from another world.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door of my house, a stuffy smell mixed with the odor of sweat and leftover food hit me.

Xiao Juan, wearing a tank top and shorts, lay listlessly on the bamboo mat, her face pale and lacking energy.

The ceiling fan whirred listlessly overhead, producing barely any hot air.

"Juan'er, are you awake? Do you have an appetite? I'll make you some tomato noodle soup." Wang Jianjun leaned over and touched his daughter's forehead. Fortunately, it wasn't hot, but she seemed listless.

"Mmm," Xiao Juan replied lazily, without even lifting her eyelids.

Wang Jianjun busied himself in the cramped kitchen.

Once the stove is lit, the cramped space becomes more like a steamer.

Sweat quickly dripped down his body again.

As he chopped the wilted tomatoes, his mind was in turmoil, churning up the things he had just seen on TV and Li Dongbao's vivid face.

And then there's the saying, "You can't do anything without money."

That's crude, but it makes perfect sense. It's fucking right! He grinned silently, and the knife in his hand paused for a moment.

The dough pieces tumbled in the boiling water, and Wang Jianjun stirred them mechanically.

Xiao Juan had somehow crept up to the kitchen doorway, her little hands gripping the doorframe, and whispered, "Dad, what are you laughing at?"

Wang Jianjun's stirring hand suddenly stopped, and scalding steam hit his face, mixing with sweat and dripping down.

Laughed?

How long has it been since he truly laughed freely in front of his daughter?

Since Juanzi's mother passed away suddenly last winter, the burden of life, like the sweltering heat of summer, has weighed heavily on him, drying up all the moisture and vitality in his body.

He's just an empty shell now, going to work, coming home, taking care of his daughter, like a rusty machine.

Laughter? That feeling was as unfamiliar as something from a past life.

With his back to his daughter, his voice was a little dry: "It's nothing, it's just hot, and I got sweat in my eyes."

The soup was ready; a few slices of noodles floated in the clear broth, with a few pieces of overcooked tomato floating on top. Xiao Juan managed a few bites before collapsing back onto the mat. The heat and exhaustion quickly lulled her into a deep sleep.

Wang Jianjun, still somewhat resentful, inexplicably wandered to the door of Old Sun's house. Just as he was about to peek inside, he heard music playing, sung by children:

"Ah~ah~ah~"

"Ah~ah~ah~"

“Accept my care.”

"Looking forward to your smile."

"The structure of the Chinese character '人' (person) is one of mutual support."

"Come into my field of vision."

"From now on, we will no longer be strangers."

"The human face is the expression of love."

"Let me tell you about a discovery."

"Both you and I will be moved."

"The world is very small."

"It's a family."

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What a wonderful song, what wonderful lyrics.

Wang Jianjun felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this. He looked through the door and saw that it was the ending theme song of "Stories from the Editorial Department".

"This TV series is pretty good."

(End of this chapter)