Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 9: The Screenwriter's Promotion

Bibo! Bibo! Bibo!

An ambulance drove into the Beijing Film Academy, and several doctors in white coats pushed out an emergency stretcher.

Where is the patient?

"Make way, everyone, don't gather here!"

"Isn't this Director Xie from Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

The lead doctor looked at the familiar figure on the ground, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked completely bewildered.

The students watching whispered among themselves.

"This bald guy is actually a doctor."

"Wow, doctors sexually harassing patients, I've got another idea."

"Write this down, write it down, we'll perform this in the next skit!"

What are these people talking about? The lead doctor felt like he was from a different world from these Beijing Film Academy students.

He looked around and asked, "Who called 120? How did the patient faint?"

The scene fell silent instantly.

The students looked at each other, their gazes all drifting in the direction Lin An had left—but that direction was already empty.

"I...I don't know."

A boy scratched his head, looking completely innocent.

"He was already lying on the ground when I saw him..."

"Me too."

"I also."

The lead doctor frowned, glanced around the crowd, and ultimately did not pursue the matter further.

"Put the person in the car."

He sighed, patted Xie Guoan on the shoulder, and muttered something under his breath:

"Old Xie, you're so old, why are you still coming to the Film Academy to join in the fun... Don't worry, I won't tell Xiao Wang."

Bibo! Bibo!

The ambulance drove out of Nortel and gradually disappeared from sight.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be had, the students who had been watching quietly dispersed.

The campus has returned to the lively atmosphere it should have been during the start of the school season.

But from that day on...

The Beijing Film Academy has added another campus ghost story.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital has gained another head of the social affairs department.

……

……

At this moment, Lin An had already arrived at the foot of the Yifu Building.

The grayish-white building gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

"Yifu Film and Television Art Center..."

Lin An muttered the building's full name, then looked at Zhao Nana, who had followed him, and asked:

Is this building shared by all students?

"How is that possible?"

Zhao Nana slightly pursed her lips and said in a sour tone:

"We old guys don't deserve to use this new building. The rehearsal hall, the small theater, the projection room—that's our acting department's territory."

At this point, she smiled and said:

"How about we go to the theater with my senior later? There are lots of beautiful ladies there!"

Do you think I'm some kind of idiot who can't resist a pretty girl? Unsolicited kindness is either a trap or a thief's errand!

Lin An muttered to himself, but said calmly, "I'm busy today, let's do it another day."

Zhao Nana didn't insist. She took out a ballpoint pen from her pocket, grabbed Lin An's hand, and scribbled a string of numbers on the back of his hand.

"Zhao Nana, Class of '97, Performing Arts Department."

She bit the pen cap back into the nib, glanced up at Lin An, and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"Don't lose it, our class is very friendly to the juniors."

Lin An didn't know whether he should agree or not, so he changed the subject:

"Generally speaking, how do literature majors find jobs?"

He had done some preliminary research before coming, but it was still all in the dark.

Zhao Nana was taken aback; she hadn't expected that this junior student would start thinking about employment as soon as he stepped into the school.

"You're really practical."

She tilted her head and looked at Lin An for a while, then teased:

"You've had a fight with your family, haven't you?"

Holy crap? You could even tell that? Do you have Observation Haki that allows you to see into the future?

Lin An suppressed the urge to complain and replied perfunctorily:

"I was just asking out of curiosity, um, my parents want to know."

Zhao Nana looked incredulous, but didn't say anything.

"The path to becoming a literature major can be broad in some ways, but narrow in others."

She said slowly, "Without a powerful backer, most screenwriters start as low-level ghostwriters, and their income depends entirely on luck."

"If you accumulate a few works during the 'ghostwriter' stage, you can become a literary screenwriter, read scripts and write review opinions in film and television companies, and you can negotiate your salary yourself."

"After that comes on-site scriptwriting, which means changing the script at any time according to the requirements of the main creative team. Although it's hard work, it gives you the opportunity to fight for credit."

"After working with several production teams and gaining acquaintances and a good reputation, you'll be qualified to receive full script commissions. At that time, the fee will be at least 2, and it's not impossible for a historical drama to cost 10."

Zhao Nana didn't mention anything about salary or profit sharing; that's not something a newcomer should be thinking about.

It's always better to know about a class gap that's too cruel, even if it's just a day later.

She suddenly thought of something and added with a smile:

"Of course, you can also write a complete script from the beginning, then enter script competitions, or go directly to film and television companies to promote it."

I'm not an idiot... Lin An roughly understood the advanced process of screenwriting.

In summary, it's still the same old nesting problem.

The creators said: We need experienced screenwriters.

The screenwriter said: "Since you recruited me into the crew, I naturally have experience."

The production team said: You have no experience, how can I recruit you into the team?

The screenwriter said: If you don't recruit me, how will I gain experience?

The creator said: Go and gain experience!

The screenwriter exclaimed: "Fuck your mother's ass!"

……

Lin An took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the greeting that had been uttered in his mind.

He asked thoughtfully, "How do most people break through this impasse?"

"Either you work your way up through seniority, or you rely on fate."

Zhao Nana shrugged and said in a light tone:

"If you're lucky, you'll find a mentor willing to guide you; if you're lucky, you'll get a job where you can be credited; if you're lucky, your writing will catch the eye of a director or producer, or even you yourself..."

She paused for a moment, then her expression turned lewd.

"Hehehe..."

……

……

In a dance studio in the Faculty Building.

Haiqing pushed open the classroom door and was immediately greeted by a smell that was a mixture of sweat, pine resin, and wood floor wax, which made her subconsciously furrow her brow.

"Haiqing, over here!"

A tall girl stood in the corner of the classroom and waved to her.

The girl was wearing a black leotard, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, revealing her full forehead and a pair of bright eyes.

Haiqing walked over and sat down cross-legged next to the girl.

"Why are you back so late?" the tall girl asked in a low voice.

"I ran into an interesting junior on the way, which delayed me for a while," Haiqing said casually.

"Junior?"

The tall girl's eyes lit up immediately. "A freshman? Isn't he handsome?"

Hai Qing thought for a moment about Lin An's face and offered a fair assessment:

"He's quite handsome."

The tall girl straightened up, about to ask further, when she suddenly noticed something important and squinted her eyes, saying:

"Where's Nana?"

Haiqing didn't speak, but her meaning was clear.

The tall girl gritted her teeth in anger:

"You little bitch, how dare you run away!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's baseless."

Haiqing said while doing warm-up exercises:

"This is her last year, where would she find the time to do all this?"

Humans are truly strange creatures.

At first, I was really looking forward to graduating and finding a job, but now that I've actually reached this point, I'm inexplicably afraid.

Just as the tall girl was about to speak, another girl rushed in, excitedly shouting:

A film crew has come to the academy to cast actors!