On the evening of the homecoming day, Wen Xun went home and sat at his desk, thinking silently. "Brother, it's time to eat, what do you want?" Wen Rou came into the room and knocked on the door and asked. "Well," Wen Xun casually closed the notebook and said after standing up, "Didn't I say that we wanted to do brand management before? After all, I can't write so many creative ideas by myself. I didn't think that I would be responsible for creative ideas and general direction in the future, but Find someone to set up a studio to write specifically for it. I was just thinking about working on this advertisement."
"Oh." Wen Rou was stunned for a moment, then nodded. She didn't say anything at this time, but when she got to the dinner table, in front of her father, she repeated what her brother just said. As soon as he said this, his father immediately reacted.
"Xun Yazi, isn't this a bit unethical? Is this consideredthatcatching a knife for someone else?" Wen Xun's father asked with a frown. His educational level is not high, and he still couldn't say the right word after thinking for a long time.
"Pretty much, I'm looking for someone to catch the knife for me." Wen Xun nodded and admitted openly.
"Isn't this authentic? After all, those readers are here for your name. When you see that it was written by someone else, is it a lie? We, the old Wen family, cannot do anything deceptive. Our old Wen family But they are all upright and upright people throughout their lives." Wen Xun's father said seriously, a little unhappy.
"This is not a lie. When the time comes, I won't write on the cover of the book that it was written by me. When the time comes, can't I just write four words [work by Wen Xun] and then list the names of the specific people who handled it?" Wen Xun shrugged and explained, "The idea is mine, and it was written under my guidance. This is considered my work, right? Just like in Hong Kong movies, there are now several people who can put the name of xxx works at the beginning of the movie. It¡¯s not like they did every job in the movie themselves, right?¡±
"You're the only one who talks a lot of fallacies." Wen Xun's father couldn't argue, but he couldn't stand up in terms of face, so he said with a cold face.
"Okay, dad, we are all old men and women, and we don't know much about the world of young people. Don't tell us that Xun Yazi is wrong from the very beginning. Let's listen to what Xun Yazi has to say first." Wen Xun's mother At this time, the steps to get off the stage were given to both parties in a timely manner.
Hearing this, Wen Xun turned his head and glanced at his sister, thinking that this girl's talk was the reason for this. "Speaking of which, the film and television industry in the United States is doing this now. Let me explain why. Their TV shows do not say that they have filmed dozens of episodes together and then released them together. They have filmed them. Put one episode on TV and see what the response is like. If more people watch it, they will shoot the second episode in another week. So the TV series over there are not like ours that show two or three episodes a day, but only one episode a week. One episode. In this case, they can adjust the plot according to the audience's response to each episode. At the same time, because of this system, the script must be written quickly. In the end, a writing team was formed. One person took the lead and was responsible. The general direction, but the specific one is written by a group of people"
Having said this, Wen Xun paused for a moment, waiting for his parents to digest what they just said. After a while, he continued: Look, I already have two ideas in my hand. One is Fullmetal Alchemist. This has a total of 1.8 million words. I have only written 600,000 words so far, and there are still 1.2 million. Ten thousand words to write. Then there is a new book being planned. I still have to go to school, run a company, and shoot commercials. Parents, do you think I have that much to write? Even if I still write these two books, what if there are more in the future? "
"It's only two books now. What if the series lasts for a year or two, and then I have new ideas? Then I can write three books or four books by myself?" Wen Xun finally asked his parents, "I don't have it either. The solution is to not exhaust yourself to death, right?"
As soon as he said this, his parents naturally felt distressed when they thought about how they would be busy writing several books every day, almost until the early morning every day. Wen Xun's father immediately became silent, while Wen Xun's mother immediately started to help with a clear-cut stance. We, Xun Yaozi, have become famous now, so we can't still be on the front line, right? We also need to let the people below us help, otherwise the boss will write the books, and the employees below will have nothing to do, and they still have to pay their wages. Isn¡¯t this the wrong way of the world?"
In this way, the family meeting at the dinner table is over. After dinner, Wen Xun, who was helping his parents clear the dishes, glared at his sister, and then thrust his chin into the bedroom. The meaning is obvious, that is, after finishing cleaning up, his sister will obediently go to his room to be disciplined. Seeing her brother's action, Wenrou pouted slightly, her eyes full of pity, but her efforts did not win her brother's generosity.
After finally clearing away the dishes, Wenrou obediently entered her brother's room, and then closed the door. "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" She pleaded pitifully as soon as she entered the door.
"Come on, you little girl used to listen too much.You're talking nonsense, now you dare to file a complaint? And the complaint is not just a small report, but a big report in an honest and upright manner," Wen Xun said with a cold face. Naturally, his posture was just an act, he was just being reported by his sister, and as a brother, he would not be angry. Like this. The reason why he behaved like this was because he was curious that his previously obedient sister now dared to make a report, so he pretended to be angry to trick the girl out of her thoughts.
"Oh, brother, it's not like you don't have a temper with our father. Just tell him clearly beforehand. If you don't tell him later, why don't you scold you for a long time?" Wenrou didn't pretend at this time. How pitiful, she pouted and sat down on her brother's bed, saying as if she was wronged.
"That's it? You can't hide your thoughts from me. If you confess now, you can still seek leniency Humph." Wen Xun said nothing about his sister's thoughts. He is just deceiving her now.
"" After hearing what her brother said, Wenrou didn't jump up immediately and say she wasn't thinking. Instead, she looked at her brother in surprise, and then thought for a while before saying, "Who is thinking?" "
"Huh?" After seeing his sister's reaction, Wen Xun was not satisfied, so he immediately looked at his sister with raised eyebrows.
"No, no, no, no." As she said this, Wenrou jumped up from the bed, walked quickly to the door without caring, opened the door suddenly, and went out.
Seeing his sister's reaction, Wen Xun was stunned. He really didn't understand what his sister meant. Suddenly, he felt as if he hadn't paid attention to his sister Wenrou for a long time. It seemed that he had to pay attention to the little girl recently to see if she was crazy.
Wenrou, who rushed out of the house, went straight out of the house angrily and walked all the way to the garden of the community. "Asshole Wen Xun, you have been playing with Sister Yuqing and the others. How long have you not played with me?" Although they are brother and sister, seeing that her brother Wen Xun seems to spend all his energy on work and other women, she still I felt like my brother had been snatched away.
For Wen Rou, who has always admired Wen Xun since childhood, this feeling is not very comfortable