Chapter 1195: Chapter 1195
Chapter 1195: Chapter 368: Happiness Is Like a Virus That Spreads
Huang Kaiwen carefully finished reading “Magic Phone” and said, “Even if Tinto Brass directs this, the script is too thin. You need to first set up the protagonist as someone who can’t find a girlfriend with such a powerful phone.”
Cassano stood in place and asked.
He had just stopped, and Ramos immediately put his neck under his armpit.
“Bastard, let go, you stink!!!”
Cassano struggled and shouted.
Ramos applied a bit more strength with his arm.
“Because you need to make it enjoyable for viewers; they need to relate. Only when protagonist Antonio’s life changes does the power of the ‘Magic Phone’ come across; otherwise, this phone is superfluous.”
Huang Kaiwen explained.
The goddamn protagonist himself is already a playboy, skilled at picking up girls, handsome, rich, and skilled—does he need such a prop?
“…But, but I can’t be that kind of loser.”
Cassano, caught by Ramos, said.
“Alright, I’ll look at the next script.”
Looking at the title “The Last Man on Earth,” he quickly grasped the plot.
Cassano definitely didn’t consider the consequences of being the last man on Earth.
After a brief glance, Huang Kaiwen set the script aside.
“The Great Bird of the Times,” “Girl Group Manager,” “Women’s Soccer Male Coach,” “Cardinal Antonio”…
These scripts could be taken by a woodpecker and shot directly, damn it.
Huang Kaiwen held his temples, not knowing what to say. This update is available on novel•fire.net
It was evident Cassano put some thought into it.
Like the first one, unexpectedly, it was about the Wars of the Roses.
But the plot transformed into the illegitimate child of the Lancaster Family, with the horse groom Antonio conquering the Countess of the York Family, finally marrying and becoming the King of England, ending the Wars of the Roses’ rule in England.
Truly worthy of being a Manchester United player.
Writing such a script while still maintaining a victory for the Red Rose side.
As for “Cardinal Antonio,” if that gets filmed, Cassano might get assassinated by the Vatican.
He dared to imagine something like climbing from a remote parish to being crowned, yet it didn’t deviate far from reality.
This script’s level of violence is only second to the actual events of the Borgia Family in history.
“Girl Group Manager” was plainly fantasizing about the Spice Girls.
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t appreciate them.
“Women’s Soccer Male Coach” is similar to the later “Football Coach” series, the same plot of a rich man’s wife getting the team in a divorce, wanting her husband’s beloved team to be relegated, so she hires a coach who knows nothing about football.
However, this team’s unity is maintained by Antonio, and they end up winning the Women’s UEFA Champions League.
Huang Kaiwen really couldn’t understand Cassano’s thought process.
He often had ideas that were eye-catching, only to somehow always lead to more risqué elements.
And he could make these turns seamlessly.
Huang Kaiwen was tempted to suggest to Cassano that he should simply retire and team up with Tinto Brass.
Who knows, someday he might even defeat the Frenchman and become Europe’s boss.
That could also be considered a victory.
Huang Kaiwen was about to pack these scripts back into his backpack.
Suddenly, a script fell out.
Huang Kaiwen started flipping through it.
It was indeed very interesting.
Excluding that part of the plot, it’s basically a depiction of life Cassano imagined facing without football.
Hanging out with tough buddies, joining gangs, street fighting… probably because the sense of immersion was too strong, Cassano even gave the protagonist an ending where he quits to get married.
Huang Kaiwen stood up and found the pen Shakira had given him earlier, then returned to the coffee table to write comments for Cassano.
If this script is properly revised, it truly has the potential to be on television, and it’s more interesting than the gangster American dramas Huang Kaiwen has seen, with more reflections on human nature, plus Cassano’s little cleverness, making it amusing.
It’s hard not to reflect.
In Europe and America, growing up in such an environment, it’s really tough to learn and be good.
Even if you have the intention, there aren’t the conditions.
Cassano and his ilk becoming stars is already the best possible outcome, and although Cassano’s personality is somewhat quirky, he doesn’t have violent tendencies like Moss and Ya.
He dated so many people, yet there’s no report of him hitting anyone.
Among these Manchester United players who grew up on the streets, Cassano damnably counts as a breath of fresh air!
When you’re busy, time flies quickly.
By the time Huang Kaiwen put down his pen, it was already past 11.
Cassano and Ramos were sitting in front of the TV playing video games, and to not disturb the Yellow Ball King, they even turned off the sound and didn’t talk much.
“Kevin, finished writing?”
Ramos was the first to look up and ask.
“Yeah, this script is pretty good.”
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, “I’ll show it to Barbara when I have time.”
“Kevin, don’t bring down the TV station’s standards!”
“Hey, you bastard! You always manage your dad’s stuff, and you have no taste; you’ll never get the chance to take over from Kevin in your lifetime.”
“Bastard, I’ll kill you…”
Watching the two of them reenact a chase, Huang Kaiwen covered his forehead and said, “I’m going upstairs to sleep first; you guys should sleep early too, our teammates are coming over to hang out tomorrow.”
After going upstairs, Huang Kaiwen plugged his phone into the charger before going to wash up.
At this time, a Nokia could easily last a week in standby mode.
So there wasn’t a habit of charging it daily, but you never know when it might run out.
But it didn’t matter, just swap out the battery, and you’re good to go again.
Ten minutes later, Huang Kaiwen emerged from the bathroom, towels drying his hair.