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Fang Shui is a screenwriter, but the screenwriter market is extremely competitive!
Because a person's inspiration and ideas are limited!

Maybe what you come up with will become popular for one or two times, but you will soon find that your inspiration has dried up.

The most important thing is that screenwriting work is done behind the scenes, it is not so glamorous, and not many people will pay attention to it.

People only care about the stars who appear on the big screen, not them.

Who the director is and who the screenwriter is has nothing to do with most people. Only a small number of directors are extremely famous.

Whether a movie or TV series is good or not is made up of many parts, including screenwriting, guidance, directing, etc.

Screenwriters and directors are often the least noticeable.

After all, this kind of thing only appears at the beginning or end of the film. How many people would go to see it?
What's more, most movie viewing software often skips the opening and ending credits directly.

Fang Shui had written several pretty good scripts before, which were even somewhat popular and earned him a lot of money.

But human energy is limited, and inspiration is limited. I have written many scripts, but most of them were rejected.

Even if it was accepted, the response to the filming was not very good.

This made Fang Shui very upset!
He really wanted to give up, but he was a family man with a wife and children, so how could he give up?

Apart from writing scripts, he doesn't know anything else. If he gives up, he will have no income at all.

The financial pressure on his family and the exhaustion of his inspiration caused him to feel more and more stressed.

Every day seems like I am sleepwalking. I think about it when I sleep, when I eat, and when I go to the toilet.

Thinking about it all the time!
But God often likes to play tricks on people. The more you want something, the less it will give you.

Maybe, when you want to give up, an inadvertent action can make you think of it.

However, Fang Shui did not understand this logic, or rather, he did not dare to give up.

"Crench!"

In the dark room, the door was opened and a beam of light shone into the room.

"Honey, are you still writing?"

A woman with long hair and wearing home clothes walked in, her face full of heartache.

There were some messy papers and several laptops on the table, and the room was filled with a strong smell of cigarettes.

Especially Fang Shui, with his untidy beard, greasy hair, and dark circles under his eyes, people who didn't know him would think he was taking pills at first glance.

"Well, go to sleep first."

Fang Shui was immersed in his own world and spoke without raising his head.

It was clearly afternoon, but he thought it was evening.

"Honey, I think you should relax a bit. Maybe if you go out for a walk tomorrow, you'll be able to think about it."

The woman couldn't help but give some advice.

She knew that such behavior and words would easily make her husband even more irritable, but she had to say it.

Because when everyone is seriously concentrating, they hate being disturbed.

However, if you continue like this, you will not only not make any money, but you will also be ruined.

"I told you to go to sleep first. I'm not sleepy yet!"

As expected, Fang Shui's tone became much heavier.

"Husband, I think you can change direction appropriately. Scripts and short videos on the Internet are also very popular now. The most important thing is that the very famous Qin Hao also announced today that he needs a script."

"Once he takes a fancy to you, are you still worried about not making money?"

The wife hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly.

"What do you mean?" Fang Shui reacted when he heard this, and his pair of bloodshot eyes turned over.

Of course, he was not angry, but just enduring it.

"I write TV series and movies. How can I write something so irrelevant?"

There is a chain of contempt in any industry, even in life and games.

Obviously, as a serious screenwriter, he looks down upon those short videos and scripts on the Internet.

To him, it was an insult.

It's like asking a high school student to learn kindergarten stuff.

"But husband, we have to make money first before we can think about other things. Without money, nothing is useful, right?"

My wife was also a little excited.

"I know you're under a lot of pressure, but I'm under a lot of pressure too. This is a great opportunity. Qin Hao's reputation is very famous even in the entertainment industry, right?"

"Once he takes a fancy to you, you will have both money and fame. At that time, even if the script you wrote is slightly worse, as long as you have a reputation, those directors and stars who look down on you will choose you first."

"Hubby, this is a very realistic world. Only if you have money can you pursue your dreams. You are not alone!"

The wife is well aware of her husband's persistence.

Those directors and companies don’t like my scripts?

Then I must write something that you will appreciate and that will brighten your eyes.

But, who can guarantee that they are the strongest?
There are so many geniuses!
Screenwriting is a profession that relies on the brain, and there are countless geniuses among them.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Everyone has different perspectives. Maybe you write very well, but in the eyes of those bosses, they may not look down on you.

This is normal.

Looking at his emotional wife, Fang Ming gradually fell silent.

In fact, he gradually realized that his persistence might be useless, and even ridiculous to some extent.

Children need money to go to school, and the family also needs money for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

If the dream can bring him money, then it has some meaning, but if it cannot, it will be meaningless.

As for Qin Hao's reputation, he naturally knew it, or rather, not only in the entertainment industry, but even most ordinary people had heard of it.

As someone who is half in the entertainment industry, how could he not know?
Fang Shui looked hesitant.

"Husband, we are not young anymore and our children are growing up. When they grow up, we will need a lot of money."

His wife saw that Fang Shui was wavering and continued to persuade him.

It’s not that she doesn’t support her husband’s dream, but life requires money!

Dreams will mean nothing if you can't secure your life.

It’s like, if you ask a person who is about to starve to death what his dream is, his answer will 100% be to have enough food.

Instead of becoming a millionaire or billionaire.

For a man who was about to die of starvation, those dreams were too far-fetched.

"Okay, I understand!"

Fang Shui took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Well, I'm glad you understand, husband. Hurry up and clean up your room, change your mood, and then contact Qin Hao!"

"You are a relatively good screenwriter. If you write online scripts, wouldn't it be easy for you?"

Hearing this, Fang Shui showed a childlike smile on his face. (End of this chapter)