Chapter 373 The sky is clear and the rain has stopped. Zhou Xingxing, do you feel self-sufficient again?

Hong Kong Temple Street Night Market is bustling with activity
The fortune-teller said: "Sir, you have a forehead that points to the sky, a light in your eyes, and you are the reincarnation of an immortal. I have finally waited for you." The passerby raised his leg and wanted to leave. "Don't move! Although I have revealed the secret, disaster is inevitable, but this is my destiny. Even if I have to take great risks, I will show you the whole picture."

Zhou Xingxing: [Ignore] Go away!

Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!
Stephen Chow: [walks to a stall] Please give me a bowl of mixed noodles.

Zhou Xingxing: The noodle stall owner threw the noodles on the table. Zhou Xingxing tasted them. The alkaline noodles had not been rinsed with cold water, so the noodles were full of alkaline taste. The fish balls did not have fish taste either, but you added curry sauce to cover it up. You wanted to make it into curry fish balls.

But it's too naive to do so. Because you didn't cook it long enough, the taste of the curry was only on the surface and didn't penetrate into the soup at all. The fish balls were diluted in the soup. A good curry fish ball, but you made it without fish taste or curry taste, a failure~~~~~~~
The radish was not picked too many times.
The pig skin was overcooked and I couldn't bite it.

The pig blood was rotten and thin, and it fell apart with a pinch. Failure among failures

The worst part is the large intestine. It wasn't cleaned at all and there was a pile of shit inside. Are you kidding me?
Show it to the boss lady! There is a pile of shit! Hey! There is a pile of shit. Did you see it?

Scream louder! There's shit!
The noodle stall owner: Hand Zhou Xingxing some paper and use it to wipe it.

Stephen Chow: You are really humorous. Am I telling everyone that there is shit in your noodles?

Noodle stall owner: So what? It's "mixed noodles", so what does a few pieces of shit matter? Twenty-three dollars and fifty cents.

Zhou Xingxing: You give it to me?
……

Having written this, Shen Lang pushed the script in front of Zhou Xingxing and said, "How about we take a look?"

Zhou Xingxing sighed, "I spent many days at home writing a title, but you wrote the beginning in less than five minutes. Is it because I am not cut out to be a screenwriter?"

He took the paper written by Shen Lang and read it carefully.

Not long after, he couldn't help muttering:
“I didn’t pick the radish well, it has too many tendons, I failed!
The pork skin was overcooked and there was no bite to it, a failure!
The pig blood was rotten and watery, and it fell apart as soon as it was pinched. It was a failure among failures!

The worst part is the large intestine!
It wasn't cleaned at all, and there was a pile of shit in it, are you kidding me?"

After finishing a paragraph, Shen Lang waved his hand and said, "Don't read it out loud, use an exaggerated tone!"

Zhou Xingxing shook his head in confusion and said, "Teacher Shen, you just said that in this story, the protagonist is a successful person first, then encounters betrayal, and finally returns to the top!"

"But why start with this?"

"Eating offal noodles on the street is not something that successful people would do, right?"

"But to be honest, your script is quite interesting, especially the description of food... What? Teacher Shen can cook?"

Haha, I can not only cook, I'm also a good person.

Shen Lang said: "I have done some research, no, let's go back to the script! This is the beginning after the plot is disrupted."

"It first describes the miserable state after falling into poverty, and then goes back to the beginning of the story!"

Zhou Xingxing was puzzled and asked, "But why do you have to play the victim first? The protagonist is so miserable that he can only eat offal noodles. You must have a deep meaning for this arrangement, right?" Shen Lang smiled and said, "That's right, because the protagonist will be the kind of person who has lost all conscience and is hated by everyone! If you don't describe him as miserable in advance, if the audience sees that the protagonist is so arrogant and domineering from the beginning, and has no bottom line, then will your protagonist's personality still be likable?"

Zhou Xingxing suddenly realized: "As long as the protagonist's misery is described first, the audience will feel that he has received retribution. In this way, the protagonist's initial badness will not be so annoying!"

"A little trick! Hehe!"

Zhou Xingxing gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "In this way, the protagonist is completely bad in the early stage, and becomes a good person in the later stage, which makes the audience feel more emotionally sublimated; and this arrangement can prevent the audience from hating the protagonist! It is simply the most shocking design! Teacher Shen, I am convinced!"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "If I ask you to continue writing, what will you do?"

Zhou Xingxing frowned and thought for a long time, then hesitantly said, "The key is that he can't have become bad by himself, but was taught bad by the villain!"

Shen Lang laughed loudly: "Mr. Zhou, you see, you are still very talented! Yes, let's design a villain here, such as a rich man, and do business with him!"

Zhou Xingxing said excitedly: "I've thought of it. We can design this rich man to teach him bad things, and then the protagonist will have conflicts with the rich man in the early stage!"

Shen Lang nodded: "When there is a conflict, the protagonist's arrogance must be used on the rich, causing..."

"The two broke up!" Zhou Xingxing slapped his thigh and said, "Teacher Shen, you are really a genius. Your reminder made me realize that the rich man should plan something more insidious and not just attack directly!"

Shen Lang laughed loudly: "Right, right, right. Then you can design another character. This character colludes with the rich and not only successfully wins your trust, but also turns against you in the end and robs you of your original lofty social status!"

"Then design one for me as an apprentice!"

Shen Lang turned to Gu Jialan and said, "Boss Gu, you see Mr. Zhou is so modest. He is obviously very good at writing scripts, but he pretends to know nothing!"

Zhou Xingxing looked at Shen Lang blankly, thinking to himself: "Do I really have talent? Is my talent buried?"

Gu Jialan at the side said: "...Why does this scene look so familiar? It seems like I have seen it somewhere before?"

"You seem to have heard these words before, word for word?"

Shen Lang patiently persuaded and talked until Gu Jialan could no longer bear it and went back to sleep, but he and Zhou Xingxing became more and more excited as they talked and stayed in the office all night.

The next morning, Zhou Xingxing held the freshly-written script and said excitedly, "Teacher Shen, I said before that you are my benefactor and my mentor, and it's true. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have discovered that I actually have the talent for screenwriting!"

"In just one night, the first draft of The God of Cookery was ready. As long as we revise some details and lines, we can start filming right away!"

Shen Lang was speechless. If I really couldn’t remember the lines and details of “The God of Cookery”, do you think I would use this trick?

You got it for free, kid.

The key is that the sky cleared up and the rain stopped, and the boy felt that he was capable again.

In this case, when can we finally recruit Zhou Xingxing into our team?
It's annoying!
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(End of this chapter)