Although Xiaohongma Academy is located in a prosperous city, it is particularly quiet. The trees are lush here, blocking the noise. Looking out the window, it is green, which is isolated from West Chang'an Street, making it feel like it is hidden in the city.

Zhang Tan lay on the bed, thinking about it with his eyes open in the dark for a while, there were those in the past and those in this life.

It’s useless to think more, live a good life.

He closed his eyes, turned over, and fell asleep quickly.

The next day, he was woken up by a group of birds on the branches outside the window. This was a mulberry tree with lush branches, very rare in the city. Zhang Tan stood on the balcony and took a deep breath. The air was fresh. The nearby trees were covered with green eyes. When he looked up, he could see the skyscrapers not far away, and the sound of traffic flow was faintly heard.

What a great place.

The school, which had been bustling for most of the night, became very quiet during the day. Zhang Tan put on his running shoes and jogged in the yard.

This body was a little weak and needed exercise. After running ten laps, Aunt Huang came, stood by and watched him run over, and said, "It's so good, Zhang Tan, I brought you breakfast."

Zhang Tan stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the breakfast bag, looked at it, and smiled and said, "Wow, it's so rich. I saw the rice ball. Thank you Aunt Huang, I still remember my hobby."

The breakfast prepared was praised. Aunt Huang was in a good mood and smiled and said, "Of course I remember that the rice balls made by your grandmother were a masterpiece in the village. I liked to eat them most when I was a child."

The two of them returned to the teaching building and laughed. Zhang Tan went back to the room first, took a shower, had breakfast, and came to Aunt Huang's office. A faint tea fragrance wafted. Two cups of tea were placed on the tea table, and the sound of rumble and boiling water came from the purple clay pot.

Aunt Huang introduced him to the situation of the school.

Late Night Academy has been operating at a loss, and its income is not enough. The balance on the account is no longer large and funds are needed.

Since it was changed to a late-night academy, it has been difficult to balance income and expenditure. On the one hand, more than half of the children entered the park were fewer, and on the other hand, the fees were low.

"How many children are there in the school now?" Zhang Tan took a sip of tea, which was a little bitter, just diluting the greasy and sweetness in his mouth. He was still not used to the sweetness of Pujiang.

"There are 30 now, and they usually stay at this number and will not change much. The source of students in the late night school is limited. We do not charge for semesters and do not have a semester system, but calculated based on the number of weeks, which is like this, so the flow of people is relatively large."

Zhang Tan nodded, saying that he understood that because there is no teaching task, the biggest function of the late-night academy is hosting. Some people have been busy with work recently and often work overtime at night. They don’t have time to take care of the children, so they host the academy. The fees are also paid weekly, which is short and fast, and the civilians are down-to-earth.

I don’t know what my grandparents thought at the beginning. A good regular academy was transformed into a late-night academy, resulting in a payment for money.

"How much money is left in the account?" Zhang sighed.

Aunt Huang handed him the account book and said, "100,000."

Seeing Zhang Tan checking the account book carefully, he paused for a moment and had to continue saying: "It can probably keep the school running for half a year."

Zhang Tan nodded, returned the account book, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, got up and left, and said before going out: "Don't worry, the money will be transferred to the account at that time."

Zhang Tan went upstairs, returned to his room, sat at his desk, opened the window, turned on the computer, and browsed the recruitment website.

He had no money, maybe he had money before, but after being squandered, his bank card was checked, leaving less than 10,000 yuan.

What I said just now was just to comfort Aunt Huang, and he had to find a job as soon as possible.

On the train from Peking to Pujiang, he had a detailed understanding of the world, and everything was sensible, such as the entertainment industry. He was a screenwriter in his previous life and paid the most attention to this aspect. There were no movies and TV series he knew in this world!

He clicked on a recruitment website to search for screenwriter positions.

The film and television industry is very deep, and you can't stand out with talent. Just like him, he was shortlisted for the best screenwriter for three consecutive times, all of whom were running. If you don't have any factors other than strength, you won't believe it.

He can write out the script he had written or copy a masterpiece.

However, even if he now writes a book "Infernal Affairs" and sends it to a major director, or publishes it directly on the forum website, he hopes that a man will come to him.

This is a dream. Judging from Zhang Tan’s experience of spending many years in the film and television industry, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, with slim chances.

A recruitment message appears on the computer's web page.

"Pujiang Film Studio, we sincerely recruit two screenwriters and are treated with superior treatment..."

Seeing the words "Pujiang Film Studio", Zhang Tan's grandmother's palm-leaf fan naturally appeared in his mind. He sat on a small bench and watched the mecha warrior transform. Grandma sat beside him and fanned him to drive away mosquitoes. He watched cartoons produced by Pujiang Film Studio. Grandma looked at him and was full of love.

In Pujiang, the boss of the film and television company is Pujiang Film Studio, a century-old brand, and countless people grew up watching their cartoons.

Looking across the country, Pujiang Film Studios can also rank in the top three.

"When submitting your resume, please attach a script and have a story outline." The recruitment information reads.

“Which script should be written?”

Zhang Tan looked at the mulberry tree outside the window and thought.

Pujiang Film Studio has the most advantage and its core business is animation. It has produced many popular cartoons and has won numerous awards from all over the world.

The safest way is of course to write an anime story script. Although Zhang Tan worked in live-action films and television in his previous life and had never been involved in anime, the script writing routines are always changing. Moreover, he also watched anime in daily life, but he had at least had some impressions, such as... the popular movie "This brave man is obviously strong but is too cautious" before his time travel.

He analyzed this anime, and the most creative thing is the contradictory setting of "very strong and overly cautious". The two opposing characters create a dramatic story tension.

Zhang Tan doesn't remember the specific plot of this anime. His memory is not that good, but it doesn't matter. He has his own set of ways to expand the plot, and he just needs to grasp this creative setting.

For him, only that creativity is needed.

By seizing the creativity, he can write a beautiful script.

Creativity is the most valuable thing.

He first listed eight elements of the story on the computer, namely: characters, desires, actions, core issues, resistance, results, positive value, and negative value.

Then, according to the basic formula of "start, bearing, turn and turn", 10 sequences are listed, and each sequence is written according to eight elements.

This is a routine. You don’t have to read the script when writing, but it can be used in many cases.

The sun fell behind him from the window, and the afterglow shone on Zhang Tan's back. He finally wrote a 10,000-word outline of the brave story, and sent it to the Pujiang Film Studio's recruitment email address together with his resume.

After doing all this, Zhang Tan hesitated for a moment, changed his clothes and went out.

Lao Li, the guard at the gate of the courtyard, greeted: "Mr. Zhang, go out?"

Zhang sighed: "Go to the cemetery to visit grandparents."
Chapter completed!