Chapter 148 Modification
Chapter 148 Modification
"Your 'good boy' sounds like you are coaxing a child." Xu Yichi sniffed and looked up at the lamp hanging above his head.
An Qing sneered and crossed his arms over his chest when he heard this: "What else?"
"Do you think you're some big kid, Xiaoyi?"
——Consensus of Dream Games Studio.
If you calculate carefully, their boss's mental age is at most five years old. Sometimes they even suspect that she is only three years old at most!
"...Now that you mention it, I have to have a serious talk with you, Qingqing." After hearing this, Xu Yichi became stubborn. He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to have a detailed discussion with An Qing about the age issue.
Bai Miaomiao, who was standing by, saw that she was going too far, so she frowned and immediately lowered her voice to the little girl: "Okay, Xiaoyi, stop messing around."
"As for the character design and plot settings, if you have any changes you want to make, please let me know. If not, forget it. Our task tonight is still arduous. After we revise the character illustrations and sample chapters, we will have to review them again to correct any errors!"
"Don't forget, we have to take this plot outline and sample chapters to Teacher Gong Zhou tomorrow for him to review!"
——There’s still time for her to mess around here!
"...Okay Miaoma, it's okay Miaoma, I won't dare to play tricks again, Miaoma." After being scolded by Bai Miaomiao, Xu Dasheng immediately became cowardly and no longer had the slightest intention to play around.
She turned her head to look at the "culprit" over there, then turned her head to sneak a glance at the only biological mother in the studio who was almost dancing the paintbrush into a ruler. She decisively turned her head away and coughed, and said seriously: "Well, about the pot maker, in fact, his personality has not changed much."
"The previous one, 'Because there were quite a few people who appreciated purple clay teapots at that time, the craftsman's parents were not very knowledgeable and just thought it was a craft that could support the family after learning it. In addition, the craftsman liked to play with clay, so they sent him to learn the craft from a master since he was young.' This setting does not need to be changed."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with this setting, but the latter part can be slightly modified." Xu Yichi supported his chin and pondered for a moment, "Qingqing, what was the setting we decided on before?"
"The craftsman ran to Shanghai because he had not been able to make a name for himself after learning the craft for a long time, and the salary offered by the Zisha Society was too low to cover his normal expenses, so he saved up a sum of money from his teeth and ran to Shanghai to make a living?"
"Yes, that's it." An Qing nodded and flipped through the character outline in his hand. "The craftsman who came to Shanghai found that this foreign land was not as easy to get into as he thought. The purple sand societies that had already made a name for themselves in the local area were all in their own areas, and all kinds of sought-after 'masters' and 'famous actors' emerged one after another."
"He is a teapot maker from outside the province. He has no roots or connections in the local area. He can't afford to make money to build his own momentum, nor does he have the skills to crush other teapots. He can only rely on his experience to continue to work with a cooperative and barely make a living."
"At that time, the girl had become a famous courtesan. When the craftsman went shopping one day, he ran into a big boss who spent a lot of money to ask the girl to go with him. Only then did he understand where the girl's family and the matchmaker had sold her that day." "The childhood playmate who used to be his childhood sweetheart has now become a popular 'female schoolmaster' whom he can hardly meet. The craftsman was disappointed and couldn't help sighing that things in the world are impermanent..."
"Later, the craftsman offended someone and was beaten half to death. Fortunately, he was saved by the girl. The girl recognized the craftsman as her childhood playmate and took good care of him. With the help of the girl, the craftsman finally worked hard to learn from the best of all schools and gained a firm foothold in Shanghai—"
"Well, how should I put it? This setting is quite standard. The craftsman is more like a supporting role. He is not outstanding, but he will not make mistakes either." An Qing raised his eyes slightly after reciting the setting, and then put down the manuscript in his hand. "Compared with the girl's heart-shaking self-awakening that we revised later... The craftsman's plot is very clichéd."
"Well, Xiaoyi, how do you plan to modify it?"
"Well... now I'm thinking, either we write about craftsmen as those miserable ones who can't even support their families at the beginning and can only go to big cities to try to make a living as low-level craftsmen." Xu Yichi almost rubbed his chin until it smoked as he spoke.
"Perhaps we can write about him as a teapot maker who is favored by a newly wealthy businessman and is planning to 'invite' him back to Shanghai to become the new star of his Zisha Society?"
"That is to say, he has the ability, and his level is much higher than that of ordinary craftsmen. However, he lacks experience and cannot catch up with the famous masters."
"But this wealthy businessman is a newcomer who has just made his fortune two years ago, which is equivalent to what we now call a 'nouveau riche'. He is relatively at the bottom of the contempt chain in Shanghai and is not highly regarded by the local aristocratic families that have been entrenched for a long time."
"The wealthy businessman found that many people loved teapots, and there were several purple sand societies of different sizes in Shanghai. He had an idea to start from this aspect. He wanted to invest in setting up a purple sand society and promote a few new 'masters' to enhance his reputation and expand his local social circle and market."
"It was like the rich businessman had an excuse to strike up a conversation with someone, and the craftsman was short of money and fame, so the two hit it off immediately. As soon as the craftsman made his debut in Shanghai, he was made a rising star in the teapot making industry by the rich businessman."
"Xiaoyi, are you planning to give the craftsman a false start of prosperity?" An Qing thought, "and then let him experience ups and downs later?"
"Yes, I am a little bit like that." Xu Yichi nodded without hesitation, "Under this kind of start, the life and status of the craftsmen seem to be prosperous, but in fact it is completely a castle in the air."
"Merchants who have made their fortunes from scratch are always the best at creating hype. Plus, they have plenty of money on hand. To praise a teapot maker like the craftsman who does have some skills, they only need to spend a little money, and there will be plenty of reporters and writers who will use all their literary skills to exaggerate his skills to the point of being ten times greater. Not everyone who reads the newspaper is an expert. To put it bluntly, most people just follow the crowd."
"This kind of thing, it's not something that can be settled by one person's opinion, but if there are too many people saying it, black can be said to be white. Besides, the craftsman is not a good-for-nothing with no real skills. At most, the water in the bottle is not full enough."
“So the craftsman stood at the pinnacle of life from the beginning—he stood at a height that should not belong to him, looking down with fear, and began to lose himself uncontrollably.”