Dad Academy

At the drama review meeting, everyone had a chat.

It was Zhang Tan's turn. Zhang Yuan narrowed her eyes and smiled and said: "Listen to Mr. Zhang's advice. You have always been very accurate about the market. Please give me some useful suggestions for this script."

Zhang Tan smiled, did not answer, and directly expressed his opinion.

He Miao's worries were unnecessary. Zhang Tan's opinions were quite satisfactory and he didn't mention anything "special".

In general, everyone kept it to themselves and didn't talk about it openly. There was no need to be so serious. The company had already decided to start the project. Sitting here for the meeting was actually the icing on the cake.

The drama review meeting ended in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. After the conclusion, all judges had to sign to indicate their agreement with the script.

It was Zhang Tan's turn. Zhang Tan pushed the signature book to the next person, "I won't sign it. I improvised it."

He Miao said: "How can this be done? Zhang Tan, you attended the meeting and agreed, so just sign."

Zhang Tan said with a smile: "I got the script too late and didn't have time to study it carefully. When you called me, Minister He, I told you that I was just here to make up the numbers."

Zhang Yuan said: "Mr. Zhang, do you have different opinions on my script? If you have any opinions, you can express them and we can discuss it."

Zhang Tan: "I really don't have any opinions. I read it too hastily and didn't read it carefully. It's precisely because I didn't read it carefully that I couldn't sign. I have to be responsible after signing. I can't provide wrong information to the company." , if I really study it carefully, I will definitely express my opinion clearly."

Zhang Yuan squinted her eyes and smiled softly: "Teacher Zhang, what do you mean, you don't like this drama?"

Zhang Tan: "I didn't say that. It hasn't been filmed and released. Who can know the ratings? No one can predict the future."

Zhang Yuan jumped in front of He Miao and said, "After all, what Mr. Zhang is good at is urban dramas. He really doesn't have any research on historical dramas. If he doesn't want to sign, he won't sign."

"No." He Miao said, "Zhang Tan must sign. Whether he agrees or disagrees, he must have an opinion. Zhang Tan, you were named by the minister himself. He asked you to be sure to check it carefully."

Zhang Tan was temporarily invited by He Miao to attend the meeting today, not because he had forgotten Zhang Tan before, but because he really had no intention of inviting Zhang Tan to participate before. After all, Zhang Tan's script was rejected by the company, and it was not because of the script. Because of the quality, Zhang Tan would inevitably be unhappy, so I deliberately didn't invite Zhang Tan.

But when He Miao went to report to Zhu Ruopu today, when it came to the drama review meeting, Zhu Ruopu said that Zhang Tan must be invited to participate and asked him to give a clear opinion. Zhang Tan's grasp of market demand has been proven several times, and Zhu Ruopu believes in his vision.

That's why He Miao said that Zhang Tan must sign, agree or disagree.

Zhang Yuan's face looked a little bad.

The minister meant that he was still worried about her and would rather believe Zhang Tan, so he actually gave Zhang Tan the right to veto!

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Teacher Zhang, please give me your opinion. If you don't agree, I will go back and make changes. The project will be pushed back."

The project is worth hundreds of millions, and it cannot be pushed back with such a light word.

No one in the conference room has left yet. They are all paying attention to the development of the matter after hearing this. No one thought that Minister Zhu Ruopu would think so highly of Zhang Tan.

In the spotlight, Zhang Tan thought for a moment and said, "Sorry, then I don't agree."

"Zhang Tan! Think about it carefully." He Miao said anxiously, "Didn't you just put forward three opinions during the review? Why do you disagree now?"

Zhang Yuan's face was solemn and she said nothing.

Cai Yonglai said, "It's okay. Zhang Tan, you don't have to be too burdened. Just say whatever you think. Let's all listen. It's not right for the situation but for the person."

Zhang Tan nodded and said, "During the meeting, I kept thinking, what is the TV series about?"

Zhang Yuan mocked: "What are you doing? It's just for people to see."

Zhang Tan smiled and said: "Yes, TV dramas are for people to watch and entertain, so they have to tell the story well. If the story makes sense and everyone is happy to watch it, then it is a good drama. But okay, not now. Historical dramas claim to be serious dramas, and they want to restore true history, but can they really restore true history? Even historians can't restore it. Can a TV series for entertainment purposes restore true history? This is not a documentary, and our purpose is not to tell official history. I think a good historical drama should be based on real history, mixed with drama and folklore, and serve the entire storyline."

"Tsk~~" Zhang Yuan laughed out loud, "Xiao Zhang, you haven't written a historical drama, so don't think about these abstruse topics. Oh, no, you have written the drama "Dream of Red Mansions", but that is different from mine. Historical dramas are different. Ours is a serious drama with an epic feel. This is the development trend of TV dramas. The jokes and folklore you mentioned were the same ones from the last five years and have now been eliminated by the mainstream."

Other screenwriters were whispering and discussing this topic in low voices.

Zhang Tan said: "You are right. It is true that historical dramas in this mode are rare. But have you noticed that the three historical dramas with the highest ratings were all in the last five years as you mentioned? The one that was eliminated.”

He turned on his phone and found on the webpage the top ten ratings of Chinese historical dramas he had just checked.

Zhang Tan continued: "The older generation of TV drama producers who are willing to tell stories are getting old. Young people like to show off and are too impetuous. They insist on telling the audience that this is a serious drama. In the end, the story does not make sense. As for restoring history, forget it. Well, since it appeared in the eyes of the audience as a TV series, it is destined to be impossible for people to believe that it is restoring history. If the audience wants to see the real history, they can watch the documentary. So, I don’t like this show. Of course, This is just my personal opinion. It is right at the right time and wrong at the right time. It is for reference only and I am not responsible for it. I won’t sign it. You can’t be so hasty on a project worth hundreds of millions. It will be irresponsible to the company, you and me."

Zhang Yuan looked very unhappy, and He Miao was also full of embarrassment, because he was the one who pushed Zhang Tan away. Part of Zhang Tan's last words pointed to his irresponsibility.

Give one person less than three hours to decide on a project with an investment of hundreds of millions? Are such people responsible?

After Zhang Tan left, he returned home from get off work. Xiaobai was the first one to arrive at the Little Red Horse Academy, and he was also the only child at the moment.

"Xiaobai~~~"

Zhang Tan saw her squatting under the roots of a tree and pulling weeds.

"Eh? Boss Zhang, are you back?"

"Yeah, what are you doing?"

"Hoohoho~~~Catch insects, look!"

Xiaobai spread out his little hand, and a seven-star ladybug appeared in his palm. The seven-star ladybug was stunned for a moment, then spread its wings and flew into the sunset with a beep.

"It's going to fly away."

Zhang Tan opened his hand and grabbed a handful, but failed to catch it. The seven-star ladybug flew into the air and disappeared in the bright red afterglow.

Xiaobai clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Chongchongfei~~Chongchongfei, flew to the head of my grandma's vegetable garden and ate one of my grandma's vegetables..."

Damn, I need to sort out the details.