"Dong!"
The loud sound of his head hitting the ground and the pain woke Qin Ze up.
He first covered his head and grimaced, then realized that he was lying on the ground with the window open. The wind blew in from the outside and lifted the curtains.
There was a laptop on the desk and a half-written script. Outside the window, vehicles passed by, the wheels and the ground rubbed against each other.
It was half past two in the morning.
Qin Ze was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, sweating profusely. He breathed out a sigh of relief.
It was just a dream.
Fortunately, it was just a dream.
I'm still Haize King, sister's little cutie, Su Yu's pillar, and Sister Ziwei's boyfriend.
This was definitely the most terrible nightmare in his life. It was ten thousand times more terrible than the dream of a cute little sister waving at him when he was a teenager.
Suddenly, he felt that life was so beautiful.
The reason why he had such a terrible dream, was it because of the script?
What he thought about during the day, he almost had schizophrenia.
"Host, you're awake?" The System's voice sounded.
In Qin Ze's ears, it was simply the sound of nature. The sound of nature was just like that, it was countless times more pleasant than Su Yu's sound.
"System, say a few more words for me."
"Okay, host, you're awake." The System was very cooperative.
Qin Ze burst into tears: "This is the first time I found your voice so pleasant, like a girl's first love."
"This metaphor doesn't make me happy. Besides, you don't have a first love." The System said.
"Let me tell you, I had a dream, a terrible dream." Qin Ze sighed: "In the dream, I had nothing, just a salted fish, not even qualified to be my sister's flute boy."
"I know." The System said.
"You know?"
"I'm bound to your brain, of course I can receive your brainwaves." The System said: "Congratulations, you finally experienced the true feelings of a schizophrenia patient."
"What do you mean?"
"You almost had schizophrenia just now. To some extent, acting can be linked to hypnosis." The System said.
"Bullsh * t. If I act as a dog, will I really be a dog?" Qin Ze retorted.
"Some people pretend to be good people. After acting for more than ten years, they really become good people. I once read a short story. In the past, there was a righteous and kind police officer. He sneaked into a gang as an undercover agent and tried his best to act as a heinous bastard. Many, many years later, he successfully completed his mission, but left the police force and became another gang leader. Because he doesn't know how to be a good cop or a good person anymore. He's rotten inside and out. " The System said, "Acting is actually a form of self-hypnosis and suggestion. Hypnotizing yourself into the role of the character in the script and immersing yourself into the situation. The more profound the acting skills were, the more hypnotic it was. Activating Acting Proficiency, crazily hinting that you have schizophrenia, and then putting yourself in the shoes of those patients with schizophrenia … It's a crazy idea. "
Qin Ze was speechless and could only complain, "This is the mission with the lowest sexual value I've ever received. Now that I think about it, I still have lingering fears. I almost had a grand finale. "
"The fear comes from the bottom of your heart." The System said, "The reason why you had that dream … It's actually not a dream. You were awake from the beginning to the end, and you didn't lie on the table to sleep. It's just that your consciousness was messed up."
"I didn't sleep?"
"Yes, you sat on the table like a fool, talking to yourself, and occasionally doing body movements. Finally, you climbed onto the bed, stood by the bed, and jumped. It was wonderful, but I couldn't have a bucket of popcorn. Oh right, the reason why you had that dream is actually the fear in your heart. You're afraid that my existence is just a dream of yours. After all, it's too unbelievable. You're afraid that when you wake up, you'll have nothing. This fear has been suppressed in your heart until today. Through this opportunity, it's infinitely expanded, expanded, and expanded … If one day you really do have schizophrenia, don't doubt, the ending just now will be your ending in the future. "
Qin Ze was silent.
"Don't be sad. It's normal for you to have such fear." The System said, "Remember the high school student who said he had a System and wanted to rely on poison chicken soup to become the king of the world? And the middle-aged man who fantasized about his urban cultivation. They accepted it and believed it without a doubt. In fact, they are the real schizophrenia."
"I just want to know, will I really have schizophrenia?" Qin Ze asked.
"This question is worth five hundred points."
"Scram."
"It doesn't matter if I scram or not. You continue to write the script. You don't have much time left." The System reminded.
"I won't write this script again." Qin Ze smiled, "I have a deeper understanding of schizophrenia. It can even be said that I've had schizophrenia once. The scene in the dream scared me. Why would I make up a fictitious protagonist, a story? I can adapt it based on a "true story". "
In order to write a script, his body and mind were greatly damaged.
Qin Ze closed the laptop, closed the windows, turned on the air conditioner, and fell asleep.
For the next three days, he did not accompany his sisters to the company, nor did he go to the company to find Su Yu. He began to write the script in isolation.
His inspiration was bursting, and he wrote very smoothly.
On the morning of the fourth day, he finished writing the script and came out of isolation.
Of course, it was to accompany his sisters to Tianfang Entertainment.
Starting today, he would start preparing for the shooting of the new movie. Before that, he promised to write a new song for Huang Yuteng, "Guang Dong Brothel Until Lost Contact".
But before he could write the lyrics and music score, Xu Jiao walked in with her pair of tight legs in high heels and knocked on the CEO's office.
As soon as she saw him, she put on a bitter face and pretended to be pitiful, saying, "Boss, you can't favor one and discriminate against the other."
He didn't need to guess to know what she meant.
Although it was just a casual mention over the phone, Huang Yuteng's manager was very happy. This person was famous in the company for being a chatterbox and a big mouth. If it wasn't confidential, he wouldn't hide it.
While he was chatting with Xu Jiao's manager,
"CEO Qin is going to write a song for Yuteng. I heard from Yuteng that the quality of the song is very good. Oh right, does your Xu Jiao have a new song? "
As a result, Xu Jiao's manager felt it was unfair and ran over to Xu Jiao to chat.
"CEO Qin has already written a song for Huang Yuteng. I heard it's a hit song. Jiao Jiao, don't wait around. Hurry up and ask CEO Qin for it. A crying child gets milk."
"I want a hit song too. CEO Qin, write one for me too." Xu Jiao sat across from him on the sofa and shamelessly insisted.
A woman's greatest weapon was to act coquettishly and shamelessly.
Smart women should learn this trick. It didn't necessarily have to be used on their husbands or boyfriends. Occasionally, they could act coquettishly and shamelessly towards their close superiors and elders in the family. As long as it wasn't too much, it was very easy to get promises.
Qin Ze had always been known for his friendliness. Other than his assistants, all the employees in the company said that he was very easy to get along with and was easier to get along with than Qin Bao Bao.
Therefore, the A-list and B-list artists in the company rarely respected him as their boss. To put it simply, it was 30% respect and 70% intimacy.
For old acquaintances like Huang Yuteng and Qian Shishi, it was 20% respect and 80% intimacy.
This kind of interpersonal relationship in the company had both advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage was that it wasn't easy for artists to change jobs, and the relationship between friends was always more reliable than the relationship between superiors and subordinates.
The disadvantage was that you had to be impartial. You had to be more tactful and intelligent when dealing with matters and allocating resources. The business-like approach wasn't very effective.
"Where's the hit song from? Do you think it's a street vendor's product?" Qin Ze said grumpily and casually threw a lollipop of his sister's.
"Then I want a song anyway." Xu Jiao peeled off the lollipop and took a bite.
"He took it from his year-end album. I didn't give it to him for free."
"I know."
Qin Ze couldn't think of a suitable song at the moment. He hadn't listened to a song in a long time, and he rarely listened to the female version.
"How about this, I'll give you two a song for free. But it's not one song for each of you, it's one song for both of you."
Xu Jiao's eyes lit up. "Then I want to hear the quality of the song first."
"Look at what you're saying. Which of my songs isn't quality?"
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