Meg received Cynthia's first draft a week later.
When he received the thick draft, Meg praised Cynthia's efficiency and diligence. Compared to the original script, it was obvious that there were more than a hundred million details added.
However, after Meg made himself a pot of black tea, he leisurely sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and flipped open the thick "Phantom of Lust".
Cynthia sat across from him, holding the hot tea with both hands, carefully observing Meg's expression.
This was the first time she handed over a draft to her boss face to face. She was a little nervous, a little embarrassed, and a little expectant.
This was her painstaking work for a week, not only because of her passion, but also because Meg had given her too much.
After a long while, Mag closed the book slowly and stared at Cynthia with a strange expression for a while. He took a sip of tea and put the cup down gently as he helplessly said, "Do you know how many years you would be sentenced to if you were in another place?"
"Ah?" Cynthia was confused.
"Don't play dumb. I told you to add more details. Why did you only add in that aspect? Someone said, 'When the light went out, the bed swayed, and the room was filled with spring sunshine'. That's just a simple plot, but you expanded it to 20,000 words? "Meg held his forehead, feeling like he was going to split open.
"Didn't you tell me to write something I'm good at …" Cynthia lowered her head and blushed. She still felt wronged.
"I'm talking about details! Details! "
"Are they not detailed enough?"
"Uh …" Meg looked at Cynthia, speechless for a moment.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while before Mag picked up the book again. He skipped over the details that were not suitable for children, and found that the overall quality of the book was quite good. It had already transformed from an obscure script into a readable one.
This girl was indeed talented, but it was a pity that she was not used in the right way.
"You have to change it." Meg put down the book again and looked at Cynthia.
Cynthia pursed her lips. When she wrote, she was most afraid of the editor telling her to change it. Changing the text was much more painful than writing it.
"Where should I change it?"
Cynthia couldn't afford to offend her patron, so she could only ask.
"Edit the parts that are not suitable for children to the level that children can watch," Meg said.
Cynthia blinked and asked, "What are the specific standards?"
Meg thought for a while and said, "Don't write anything below the neck."
"A world with only brains?" Cynthia exclaimed.
Meg rolled his eyes. "It's not just the brain. Don't describe it in detail."
"How can that be! The most important thing is the details. Without the details, it would lose the sense of reality. I can't accept this kind of modification, "Cynthia retorted.
Meg was surprised by Cynthia's rebuttal and muttered, "But this book is aimed at a wider audience."
"Then just tell the children not to read it. There are not only children in this world, and I'm not writing a children's book. Why should I make do with them?
Don't tell me that if I don't write about it in the book, they won't see the pretty girls in short skirts and tube tops on the streets? If they can't see it in the open, they will also hide under their blankets and read it secretly, "Cynthia said with a serious expression and a firm tone.
Meg looked at Cynthia and couldn't help but laugh. He nodded and said, "Okay, then we won't follow this standard. But you still have to cut out the plot. This is a serious novel. The focus is on the development of the relationship between the male and female leads and the plot of facing the enemy together. This is enough to support the story.
I hope that if this novel can be widely circulated, it's because the story itself is exciting, and not because it's suitable for people to hide under their blankets and read secretly. "
"But …"
"If you insist on adding this plot, then you have to sign 'Cynthia' at the back of the book," Meg said indifferently.
Cynthia opened her mouth, but in the end, she nodded obediently. "Okay."
She didn't dare to do something as shameful as signing her real name.
And just as Meg said, this was a very good story. Even without the plot, it wouldn't affect the excitement of the story at all. Moreover, it would have a wider audience.
"Take it back and edit it. You can keep that part of the content first. If this book becomes popular, it can be published as an adult version of the novel." Meg pushed the book in front of Cynthia.
"Is that okay?" Cynthia's eyes lit up. She was still regretting that the content she had painstakingly written would be deleted just like that. Meg gave her another way out.
"The premise is that the original novel becomes popular first." Meg smiled. "So, go back and edit it carefully."
"Okay, then I'll go back first." Cynthia put down the cup, picked up the book on the table, and got up to leave.
"It's rare to see such a hardworking author." Meg watched Cynthia's back disappear out the door and smiled as he muttered to himself.
After drinking two cups of tea, Meg also got up and pushed his bicycle out.
Apart from going to Hope School to teach the children, Meg also built a film studio in the periphery of the Magic Beast Mountain Range outside the city.
The location was naturally very important to film a movie.
Meg went around Chaos City, but couldn't find a suitable location. In the end, he decided to spend his own money to build one.
He changed the story of A Chinese Ghost Story. The story no longer took place in Lanruo Temple, but in a cave in the mountains.
The male lead wasn't a bookkeeping scholar who had nowhere to stay, but a chef who accidentally entered the cave in search of ingredients …
The cave was built on a cliff in the periphery of the Magic Beast Mountain Range. It was remodeled from a natural cave. There was a small opening in the mountain, and there seemed to be light coming in through the opening. It was very narrow at first, but after walking for dozens of steps, it suddenly opened up.
Meg chose this place because it was a huge natural karst cave. With a little modification, it would become a beautiful scenic spot.
Moreover, the interior of the cave extended in all directions, and was enough to satisfy most of the fighting needs. The number of scenes that needed to be built was also greatly reduced.
When Meg arrived at the scene, a group of elves was building a bamboo house. An underground river flowed slowly around the house, and fishes could be seen swimming happily in the clear river water.
The ceiling of the cave was inlaid with luminous pearls for illumination. Of course, these weren't real luminous pearls, but lamp beads that imitated luminous pearls. The illumination effect was much better than luminous pearls, and most importantly, it was cheaper.
"Mr. Meg." A few elves greeted Meg familiarly.
"Thank you for your hard work." Meg nodded with a smile. His projects were all contracted by the Night Elves during this period, so there were many familiar faces at the scene.
The elves were meticulous and serious in their work, and their work efficiency was high. Apart from being a little more expensive, they were much more useful than the dwarven construction team.
From today onwards, I will officially resume two chapters.
This time, I will definitely … do what I say.
While I'm at it, I will ask for monthly votes.
(End of chapter)
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