books44 Chapter 157 An unexpected appointment
Chapter 157 An unexpected appointment
Chapter 157 An unexpected appointment
As expected, the topic of "blind date" is active in every era. Qiu Huoming took a sip of beer and said with a smile: "This kind of topic is good, it can resonate with many young people."
"It's good, but the adaptation from the novel is a bit weird, and some of the lyrics are weird..." Qian Feng sighed, "You can go and see it tomorrow, maybe you can see things more clearly from the outside."
"Okay, I'll come early tomorrow morning."
Two bottles of beer were finished by the two men in a short while.
Qian Feng pushed away the empty wine bottle and stood up, "See you tomorrow then. I'm tired after a day's work and I need to go back and lie down." He bent over and hooked his right slipper out from under the table with his foot, then walked back and forth with a "tap-tap" sound.
Qiu Huoming looked at his swaying back as he walked away, and stood up as well.
After drinking and traveling a long distance, I was indeed feeling sleepy.
He returned to the third floor and first flushed the toilet at the end of the corridor. Then he went back to Room 303, turned on the light, and found that the other bed was still empty.
He looked at his watch and it seemed that he had gotten a good deal today as he had a large room to sleep in by himself.
He turned on the electric fan, set it to the oscillating mode, closed the curtains, turned off the lights, and fell asleep on the bed.
No one disturbed me and I slept soundly.
The next morning, I had breakfast downstairs.
After dinner, he asked the owner of the breakfast shop where the nearby post office was, and the owner directly pointed out the mailbox to him.
There's a mailbox on the corner ahead.
He sealed the envelope and put the stamp on it in the room, then he went out again with his bag and the letter.
This manuscript was still sent to "Story Club". "Fraud", which focuses on light-hearted stories, is more suitable for "Story Club" than the seriousness of "Contemporary".
He walked along the street and soon reached the intersection. To the left was the People's Theater. Not far to the right on the sidewalk stood a green mailbox. He walked over and dropped the envelope into it.
In the alley next to the mailbox, there is a barber shop with the door open. An uncle wearing a hat is dozing off on the armrest of a chair. The shop looks very tidy.
Qiu Huoming looked at his watch. It was only 7:30. He touched his messy hair and walked over quickly.
"Hey boy, do you want a haircut?" the uncle raised his head and asked when he heard the noise.
Qiu Huoming understood this sentence, "Yes, haircut, how much?"
"3 cents." The uncle stood up, pulled down a white coat from the back of the chair, shook it twice in the air, and walked over to put it on Qiu Huoming.
Qiu Huoming clamped the backpack between his legs, reached out to put on the outer cover, then picked up the backpack and sat on the only chair in the store. Then he lifted the backpack onto his legs and covered it with the outer cover.
As the uncle tied the strap behind his neck, he asked, "Do you want a shave?"
"Just cut it shorter so it looks more energetic."
"I know..."
The uncle took out a wet towel and rubbed Qiu Huoming's hair for a few times. Then he took out a pair of scissors, wiped them on a piece of cloth, and started trimming.
In less than ten minutes, the hair was cut. The uncle used a dry towel to sweep the back of Qiu Huoming's head and face. Then he soaked the towel in hot water, wrung it dry quickly, and wiped it on his face and neck a few times.
Then he said, "Okay..."
Qiu Huoming looked at the foggy mirror in front of him. The uncle had good skills and he had created the appearance of a spirited young man.
Qiu Huoming paid the money, patted the hair that fell on his shirt, put on his backpack, and walked out.
Although it was early in the morning, the heat was still very strong. By the time Qiu Huoming reached the downstairs of the theater, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead again. When he went up to the second floor, he knew the location of the rehearsal room without any instructions.
Several girls, who had probably just finished breakfast, were walking together towards a half-open high door.
Qiu Huoming followed quickly.
Just before entering the door, he was stopped by someone.
A girl stretched out her hand to block him outside, "Comrade, this place is not open to the public..."
"My last name is Qiu. I'm here to see Qian Feng. He said he wants to stage a play and asked me to take a look at the script..."
"Oh, you are the screenwriter he hired, right? Come in. Brother Feng hasn't come yet. Go find a seat in the front. We still need to go backstage and dress up a little."
Qiu Huoming walked forward while looking around. This was a performance venue. There should be performances here often. The seats were a bit worn out, and the lights were only on near the entrance. It was very dark inside.
Qiu Huoming walked to the first row, found a seat in the middle and sat down.
It was the first time that Qiu Huoming saw the stage so closely, and he felt a little excited.
"Click" the lights on the stage turned on, but only one was on, and it still looked a little hazy.
Qian Feng's voice came from behind, "Brother, let him try, he is a top student."
"You know shit. Different professions have different worlds. Okay, okay, stop making trouble and stay away." This voice has the same strong Beijing accent as Qian Feng's. Needless to say, it should be the big brother from the third class that Qian Feng mentioned.
Qiu Huoming stood up on the spot, waved his hand, and shouted loudly, "Brother Qian, I'm here."
Qian Feng raised his hand to signal him to wait a moment. Qiu Huoming saw another person walking in through the many chairs. He was taller than Qian Feng and his hair was balding. His exact age could not be determined, but he was probably around 30-40 years old.
Qian Feng lowered his voice and said, "Brother, please give me some face."
"Okay, now that you're here, show him the notebook." After he said that, he ignored Qian Feng and went to the backstage.
Qian Feng showed joy on his face. He trotted a few steps and sat down next to Qiu Huoming.
He took out a notebook from his bag and said, "Take a look first. This script was edited by my brother himself..."
Qiu Huoming took the handwritten script. The cover said "Blind Date" and below it was written: Qian Bin. This should be the name of Brother Qian Feng.
He glanced at the cover and began to flip through the pages.
You won’t know until you see it. The more you look at him, the more uncomfortable he feels.
It’s like the “starting point” of later generations meets the “”.
The real Li Kui met the fake Li Gui.
"Where did your brother get this script?" Qiu Huoming raised his head and asked seriously.
"My brother wrote it. It's not that hard to get. He and my sister-in-law are in charge of all the affairs of our troupe."
"I want to talk to your brother." Qiu Huoming said, suppressing his anger.
"You have an idea in such a short time?" Qian Feng stood up and asked in surprise.
"What a bullshit idea! This is a novel I wrote." Qiu Huoming stood up in a flash. He was half a head taller than Qian Feng and looked a bit intimidating.
"Don't talk nonsense..." Qian Feng stared into Qiu Huoming's eyes.
"Maybe..." He hesitated, "My brother borrowed..."
"Every word is correct. The names, places, and scenes, he just messed up the order..." Qiu Huoming sneered, "Don't worry, I'm not going to pursue anything. I just want to ask him what he meant."
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll go call him over."
At this moment, someone was already reciting lines on the stage. Qiu Huoming frowned after listening to a few words.
After a while, Qian Bin walked over quickly. His face was gloomy and his emotions could not be seen.
Qiu Huoming was on guard, and when he approached him, he grabbed Qiu Huoming's hand. Unlike what Qiu Huoming had imagined, he not only did not deny it, but also said with emotion, "Brother Xiaoqiu, I was wrong!"
"Come, sit down and talk." He put his hand on Qiu Huoming's shoulder, then turned around and told his stunned brother, "Go, get two sodas."
"Brother Xiaoqiu, you are not that old, but how can you write such a profound novel with real life content!" He asked while praising, "What is your name in Harvest? Qiu..."
Qiu Huoming was stunned for a moment, then he understood his intention. The other party was indeed a veteran.
"I just came up with a pen name for Contemporary Magazine at that time, called 'Spark', which means a spark can start a prairie fire. The inspiration for the story of Blind Date came from a courtyard in a small county town. Your script is set in a big city, so it definitely doesn't feel right."
"Pah!" Qian Bin slapped his thigh, "It suddenly dawned on me!"
"That's what it is. Wait a minute, I'll let them perform it for you."
"Don't be in a hurry. What are you going to do about the matter of you taking my book?" Qiu Huoming asked.
There was also a reply letter from the editor in his backpack, which could be used as evidence.
Qian Bin finally showed a trace of embarrassment on his face at this moment, "I was just excited and couldn't control myself. Don't worry, the screenwriter fee is easy to negotiate. If this play is successful, I will pay you 50 yuan."
"Is the 50 yuan the screenwriter's fee or the buyout fee?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"Buy it out."
"Sorry, buyout fee is not possible."
"You brat!" Qian Bin glanced at him, feeling a little angry. "It's not easy for me to rehearse these plays! If I had money, I wouldn't have to buy other people's books from magazines. Now all the funds in the troupe have been used up..."
At this moment, Qian Feng came running over with three bottles of soda in his hands and opened his mouth to drink.
"Xiao Qiu, how was the conversation with my brother?" he asked after handing Qiu Huoming a bottle of soda.
"Please persuade your friend. Our group is indeed short of funds." Qian Bin grabbed the soda and drank it.
"Don't try to persuade me yet. I have an idea. You don't need to pay anything right now. We can write a contract and the money will be taken from future performances, and will be paid according to the attendance rate... The more you perform, the higher the attendance rate, and the more I will get. If the play fails, you don't have to pay, and I won't come to you to collect the debt..."
Qiu Huoming explained all the details in detail.
"Aren't you afraid that I will default on my debt in the future?" Qian Bin was stunned for a moment and asked back.
"You are not that kind of person." Qiu Huoming smiled. This man studied directing and was from the third batch. Although he is not well-known at the moment, his future achievements are limitless.
Qian Bin actually felt a sense of confidant. He was used to the world, and it was rare for him to meet someone who spoke to his heart. The most important thing was that Qiu Huoming did not charge any money and was even willing to revise the script for him for free. Where could he find such a good thing?
He only thought about it for a moment and understood the pros and cons. He smiled and slapped Qiu Huoming on the shoulder, "Okay! Just for what you said, I'll definitely make you my friend."
Qian Feng also understood what he was hearing, which meant that Qiu Huoming was going to revise the script for his brother for free, and he would charge according to the attendance rate after the performance...
You have to know that his brother's first two movies were aborted after only a week of release. As for the attendance rate, the first show was better, while the subsequent shows were empty.
He looked at Qiu Huoming with a little sympathy, then looked at his brother. He had to admit that his brother was indeed cunning and treacherous.
"Xiao Qiu, I'm going to arrange the contract. You and Xiao Feng can sit for a while." Qian Bin was also a decisive person. He stood up on the spot and went backstage to arrange the contract.
After a while, the young accountant in the troupe brought a simple contract sample. Qiu Huoming told Qian Bin the ratio he wanted. Qian Bin agreed. Qiu Huoming then filled in the blanks and wrote his name at the end.
The accountant stamped the contract on the spot and gave a copy to Qiu Huoming.
Qiu Huoming put away the contract.
Without any delay, he took out a pen from his backpack on the spot, lowered his head and began to revise the script in his hand.
"Xiao Qiu, why don't you take a look at my rehearsal first?" Qian Bin asked.
"No need. Just reading the script is already unreasonable. It doesn't matter if you don't watch the rehearsal. Just listen to the song parts of these sections for me. Also, the dance of this play is not the key, right?"
"Yes, the dance is just a melee afterwards, and the happy ending in the last scene. It only takes a few minutes."
"Okay, then, I'll change the play into four acts..." Qiu Huoming kept working while he began to talk about his ideas.
After all, he is the original author. The essence of this story lies in the clash of three views between men and women. It is not just cultural differences, but more caused by this society. They look at things from different perspectives.
Therefore, the impact it brings to both parties is the best part of this drama. Not only do lesbians find it interesting, but gay men do too, as they feel that it speaks out their inner thoughts.
The first act was revised first. Qiu Huoming directly tore off the pages and handed them to Qian Bin, "Brother Bin, take a look first and rehearse according to this. If there are any problems, we can change them on the spot."
Qian Bin read it carefully. After all, this was related to his future, so he naturally had to take it seriously.
"Great! Why the hell didn't I think of this change!" Qian Bin complained as he watched. When he finished, he suddenly shouted, "Girls and boys, get up and follow me to the stage..."
Qiu Huoming did not put down his pen and began to revise the second act. Unfortunately, there was no computer at the moment, otherwise, he would have been able to copy and paste too quickly.
By the time the second act was revised, the lines on the stage had been distributed.
Qian Bin jumped down and said to Qiu Huoming excitedly: "Xiao Qiu, don't write yet, show it to me..."
The music on the stage started, and Qiu Huoming saw a tape recorder on one side of the stage. A young man was sitting beside it controlling the music.
Qian Feng came forward and explained: "This saves electricity. We will connect the sound to the speakers only after the official performance."
Qiu Huoming was happy. He finally understood why the only light on the stage was on when he came in. This troupe was indeed poor.
In the hall, a young man was sitting on a chair humming along with the music. After a while, an aunt led a shy girl with her head down in...
At the end of the first act, the girl slapped the boy hard.
End of act one.
Qian Feng watched intently until the slap sounded, then he sighed, "That's what my ex-girlfriend did to me!"
On the other side, Qian Bin was clapping hard.
The girl who played the female lead on stage was also happy, "This play was well-choreographed, very smooth." She turned around and asked the actor who played the male lead in the play, "Did I hurt you just now?"
"Luckily, I was quick-witted and avoided your main force. If this play becomes popular, I will be willing to take a beating ten times a day."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Bin's eyes turned red when he heard this in the audience.
He turned around and looked silently towards the theater gate.
Qiu Huoming ignored the noise on the scene, he looked away and began to change the third act...
The next chapter will still be released at 11 o'clock.