Director of the Centre

Chapter 271 We Are Friends, We Have to Pay More
Our director Han said again: "Cai's surname is very good at deceiving people. Believe it or not, if I promise him five hundred words per thousand, people will dare to write nonsense with one million words on him. Then who should I ask for reason?"

Song Tian: "Director Han, listen to me, this man is really amazing, he just sat down with me, and he sorted out the story line of this play, which gave me a lot of inspiration. You Hear me finish this story..."

He recounted the brief outline of the story Cai Ze told earlier.

Han Lu didn't think so, saying, the story is that story, there are routines, even if you understand this truth, whether you can write it well is another matter.The same story, written by different people, may be two different things, so don't listen to him bragging.

"No." Song Tian said anxiously: "Director Han, he helped me fill out a paragraph in the morning. It's really good. I'll read it to you." He said that there was a long drought, no rain, and scorching sun, and the hearts of people and animals were like fire. He wanted me to go down the mountain, carry water back, take revenge on the public and private, and bully me. That's great!"

Han Lu: "The text just now can't explain the problem!"

Song Tian was angry: "Sure enough, sure enough, hehe."

"What are you, what are you sure?"

"Sure enough, as Cai Ze said, you Director Han is headstrong."

The two had a very unpleasant conversation on the phone, so naturally they couldn't continue talking.

While eating, Tao Tao said: "Xiao Han, I heard the phone call between you and Lao Song. In fact, Cai Ze's poetry is really good. Why don't you let him try it."

Han Lu: "Is it really good?"

Tao Tao nodded solemnly: "It's really good. Judging from that paragraph, it is not inferior to the works in traditional scripts that have been tested for tens of hundreds of years."

Han Lu's heart moved. He was a man of science and engineering, and he was born without the ability to appreciate literary works.No matter Tang poetry, Song Ci or Yuan opera, he couldn't read well.But Tao Tao is a great person, she said yes, it must be good.

At this moment, the phone "ding" and the notification sound are messages from the WeChat official account.

The name of the official account is "Jinsha River Literature", which is a publication sponsored by the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Everyone is a literary and art unit, and Han Lu and there are also familiar.

The main content of this issue is a group of poems and an essay by Cai Ze.

Han Lu didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw the publications of these two works, he immediately paid attention.

When the group poems were written, the traditional drama performance scenes of the Cultural and Art Center were published in "New Star", which is the highest hall of modern poetry. The poets are also proud of this publication. Cai Ze took the initiative to do a publicity for Han Lu and the others; Published in "Everyone" magazine, which is also a very important pure literature publication.

It turns out that the magazines that Cai Ze gave himself this morning were these two books!
Director Han immediately lost the feeling of underestimating Cai's translator, and began to read carefully.

He didn't understand the poem, he knew every word in it, but when they were put together... what kind of bastard, isn't it too hazy?Even if it is a promotion for the cultural and art center, it is estimated that it will have a bad influence.

Han Lu even suspected that this group of poems was caused by Cai Sang letting a monkey sit in front of the computer to type randomly, and finally divided it into sections.

Read the prose again, "Fortunately, I understand."

This made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

Cai Ze’s prose is not long, only about two to three thousand words. The title is “Lice” and he wrote it when he was young. Got lice.

In order to deal with these annoying little beasts, his parents tried every means.Scald with boiling water, freeze and use medicine.

There is a passage that said that Cai Ze burned his buttocks because he spilled dichlorvos on his clothes when he was a child. He had no choice but to wear crotch pants.As a result, as soon as the cars on the construction site saw him, they thought they were running into a red light, and they would subconsciously step on the brakes.

After reading this, Han Lu couldn't help but burst out laughing. This translator Cai's words are humorous and well written!
There is another passage that said that Cai Ze’s head was covered with lice eggs when he was a child, and his mother combed him with a comb, and then pinched the lice eggs with her nails.

Now the grate is still in the drawer at home, but my mother is no longer there.

Every time I see it, it seems that my old lady appears again in front of my eyes, and I feel her warm hands.

But that was more than 30 years ago.

……

After reading this, Han Lu also thought of his mother who had passed away for many years, and his eyes were full of tears.

Cai Ze's words have a magical power to touch people's hearts!
Han Lu thought to himself: Maybe... let Cai Ze write the script.Otherwise, I can still go on like this, am I not recruited, I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He immediately picked up the phone and contacted Cai Ze: "Writer Cai, I have read your masterpiece. Are you free at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning? Let's talk about literature."

Cai Ze: "Let me check the itinerary."

Han Lu felt contemptuous in his heart, you come to my place to smoke and eat, what can you do if you are down and out?
"It's fine if you don't have time."

"If you're free, if you're free, Director Han will invite me to come, we are friends!"

……

"We are friends. We need to add money, five hundred and five thousand characters." The next day, Cai Ze met Han Lu as scheduled. When Director Han said that he could try to get a copy of "Hao Ran Cheng Kun", Cai translated The officer started talking about money.

Han Lu said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the money. If you calculate the remuneration by the number of words, you Cai Sang wrote a few million words, and you don't make me poor? Besides, you I only think about the number of words when I pick up the pen, and I am afraid that the quality will not work.”

Cai Ze nodded: "Actually, I thought about this all night last night. The story rhythm of traditional dramas is slow, and it takes a long time to sing a line, so there should not be too many words. In this way, I will say an integer, 25 .”

Han Lu: "25?"

Cai Ze: "I have inquired. Many years ago, you planned to invite old artists from the province to create works. They asked for 50 yuan. I asked you for half, which is very conscientious. Don't worry, you will pay when you are satisfied when the book is finished."

Han Lu was in a dilemma: "The price is fair, but the unit is too poor to afford the expense, and it doesn't conform to the financial system."

Cai Ze sneered: "If you say ten thousand and one thousand, you still want me to do it for nothing. Goodbye, there will be no date."

Han Lu stopped him: "Listen to what I have to say before leaving, okay, giving you money directly is really not in line with the financial system, and you will make mistakes. Otherwise, let's sign a labor contract, and the center will hire you as a part-time job , pay your salary. It just so happens that I still have a job here."

Cai Ze moved: "What kind of position, creator or not, that's fine. It's agreed, I have to enjoy all the benefits Song Tian enjoys, including fruit, cigarettes, tea, and labor insurance."

Han Lu: "Not a creator, but a security guard,"

Cai Ze was so angry that his face turned blue: "Han Lu, look at my small body, does he look like a security guard? I'm a writer, and I can't be insulted by you like this."

Han Lu: "I really didn't insult you."

Cai Ze continued to curse: "Bastard, bastard, ruthless, unreasonable... Does the center help buy social security and medical insurance?"

Han Lu nodded.

Cai Ze: "Is there a housing provident fund?"

Han Lu nodded again: "We are a serious unit."

Cai Ze showed a smile on his face: "Then I'll do it, and at least I'll have something to eat. But I won't guard the gate, collect parking fees, or hold flower poles with Xiao Jin. I can't afford to lose that man."

Han Lu: "No, you just need to be on duty in the creative studio. The probationary period is one month, and if you don't write the book of "Awesome Chengkun" within one month, you will leave immediately."

Cai Ze looked at him with contempt: "What do you want for a month? When the inspiration comes, I will finish it in a week. If the money is enough, it will only take three days."

"Stop bragging, no money."

Cai Ze finally said bitterly: "Director Han, I have a difficult life now, I am poor and short-sighted, so I can only settle down first. But there is one thing, I want the authorship right for this drama, and I have to give me the part of the IP copyright that belongs to me. , we have to write an agreement and have it notarized."

Intellectual property is the most valuable thing. Writer Cai already has a premonition that if this play is made into a future, it will have great economic value. It would be more cost-effective to directly buy it out for 25 yuan.

Of course can not let go.

Han Lu: "Okay, let's discuss the copyright matter and see how to divide it. Don't worry, it won't infringe your due rights."

Just like that, Cai Sang put on his security uniform and went to work in the studio.

He was thin and thin, with empty clothes on his body, making him look more trivial and more like an interpreter.

(End of this chapter)