Chapter 446 The Best Script Is Always a Gift From God

At night after autumn, it gets cooler every night.

Sitting alone in front of the window, Jiang Shan listened to the eldest brother opposite who was telling the two children to go to bed, and the second brother who was making malted milk for his wife.

Not to mention, children in this era really have no one to care about when they watch TV.

Anyway, at 10 o'clock at night, there are only science and education training programs.

"The third child,"

After finishing working with the children, the boss opened the door and came back: "I won't go back today, so I'll just spend the night with you."

"No, why are you making do with me?" Jiang Shan pointed to the next door: "Xiaochuan's house happens to be empty."

"Forget it, don't make the smell of smoke everywhere,"

Comrade Jiang Hai, who was changing his shoes, suddenly said: "Why, brother, you are not happy to stay with you for one night?"

"With pleasure,"

How dare Jiang Shan not be happy: "Brother, when will my new sister-in-law come back?"

"Did mom mention this in front of you again?"

"That's not true," Jiang Shan remembered something:

"By the way, brother, mom asked us to clean up Xiaochuan's house. She wants Xiaoyu to move in and live together."

"Huh? Have you asked Xiaochuan about this?"

"That's all you have to ask? She only comes back one day a week now, why don't she stay empty for Xiaoyu?"

"That's right," Jiang Hai nodded slightly and smiled: "So, Xiaobai will have to rely on himself from now on."

"It's time to live separately. Xiao Yu'er is already in the second grade."

"Time flies so fast!"

After taking out a stack of manuscripts from his briefcase, Jiang Hai also sat down at the square table.

Jiang He came out of the kitchen with a bowl of poached eggs and didn't even look back when he passed by Jiang Shan's window.

"Did you smell it?" Jiang Shan sniffed his nose: "There's also sesame oil."

"I've already smelled it. Is my second son so busy every day?"

"Anyway, she is more diligent than before. I guess my second sister-in-law's appetite has increased again."

The two people in the room watched helplessly as Jiang He walked past.

Then, they all lowered their heads again.

…

[Zhang Xihu, whose father Zhang Boling is one of the founders of Nankai University.

Zhang Xihu, who had dreamed of becoming an athlete since he was a child, signed up to be admitted to the Central Aviation School after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War.

In 1937, Zhang Xihu, who was only 25 years old, unfortunately crashed and died for his country while performing a mission. 】

[Shen Chongjie, whose father was a justice of the Judicial Yuan, participated in the rescue of Li Dazhao.

After graduating from Tsinghua University, he decided to enter the Central Aviation School.

In 1937, when ordered to bomb the Japanese Third Fleet.

Because the tail of the plane was hit by a bullet, Shen Chonghui, who gave up his parachute dive, directly flew the plane down and crashed into the Japanese leader: the Izumo.

That year, he was 27 years old. 】

[Chen Huaimin, whose father is a famous industrialist in Jiangsu Province.

When fighting the Japanese army, he returned with complete victory many times.

During the last battle, I saw one after another of my teammates' fighter planes being shot down.

Chen Huaimin, who was red-eyed, flew directly towards the rampant Japanese plane.

That year, he was only 22 years old.

After learning the bad news, Chen Huaimin's mother cried blindly, and his girlfriend Wang Lulu jumped into the rolling Yangtze River...]

"What are you writing about?"

At some point, Jiang Hai stood behind Jiang Shan: "Character portrait?"

"Yeah." Jiang Shan nodded without looking back.

Jiang Hai's first guess was: "A script for Xiangjiang?"

"This time," Jiang Shan picked up the storybook and flicked it: "I'm going to serve them two dishes at the same time..."

In later generations, in order to ensure that the employer can nod.

Party B, who is safer, will usually provide Party A with two plans, AB.

Just like the country at this time, we must be foolproof and win the first opening.

…

A few days later, the "Huang & Lam" advertising company in Hong Kong happily sent away the senior executives of Nanyang Commercial Bank.

Huang Zhan and Lin Yanni looked at the video tape on the table in surprise.

"I really didn't expect that,"

Huang Zhan didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly:

"I originally thought that by raising the advertising price this time, we could return a favor to Jiang Sheng. Unexpectedly, he also gave us a big gift."

"Just saying,"

Lin Yanni has become more mellow recently: "I didn't expect Jiang Sheng to be related to China Southern Commercial Bank."

"Isn't this unexpected? I have already told you that he is not an ordinary person."

The two were having fun together, when suddenly a parcel was delivered by the secretary.

Huang Zhan took it and looked at the mailing address, then opened it the next second.

"Is it from mainland China?" Lin Yanni approached curiously.

"It's from Jiangshan,"

When he opened the page and took a look, Huang Zhan was immediately stunned by the storyboards that came into view: "Why is this still...from abroad?"

After reading page after page, the story with pictures and text gradually begins...

The smoke-filled battlefield, the devastation spread by the war, and the darkness that hit our faces made the two people in the office frown at the same time.

In the dim and unclear picture, corpses one after another were lying on the white paper in various miserable conditions.

Countless details and backgrounds show that this is a battlefield that has just been washed with blood.

As the storyboard progresses step by step, the deathly silent battlefield seems to be devoid of any life.

Suddenly, a series of intermittent gasping words jumped into sight, indicating that there might be a survivor in this scorched earth...

No matter how good the story is, it can never be better than the script designed by God.

Just like what he talked about with his brothers that night, Jiang Shan also prepared a true story for TVB this time.

In 1944, during the "Battle of Cannes", one of the Normandy landings.

A sniper from Germany killed more than 40 British soldiers in a row.

Although there was no fierce battle between the two sides, this thing was obviously more terrifying than the fierce battle.

I saw soldiers on the British side being headshot one after another.

The simple and brutal but soul-stirring unilateral execution lasted until late at night.

The battlefield shrouded in endless smoke is more terrifying than hell.

The German sniper hiding in the darkness raised his rifle again.

Through the scope, his barrel locked on a wounded British soldier on the opposite battlefield.

The British soldiers, covered in blood, leaned on the lifeless battlefield.

All around were the corpses of his comrades.

One of the soldiers had a photo of a family of three on his helmet.

At this moment, the defenseless soldier was trembling uncontrollably.

While gasping for air, he tremblingly took out a pocket watch from his arms.

In the darkness opposite, the ghostly German sniper looked coldly at his prey.

In his scope, the seriously injured British soldier opened the cover of the pocket watch tremblingly.

After touching the photo inside with all his strength, he slowly withdrew his reluctant bloody arm.

At this moment, the barrel of the gun aimed at him was pushed forward two inches.

Everything seems to be over in an instant.

But the next second, the British soldier lying in a pool of blood struggled to take out a small harmonica from his bloody jacket.

After choking several times, the soldier finally played an Irish folk song.

The moment the music broke through the darkness, the British soldier, holding his harmonica with both hands, gradually calmed down.

As his eyes looked up at the night sky, his tears under the thousands of stars flashed with nostalgia and reluctance for this world.

On the next page of the storyboard, inside the pocket watch with the cover opened, a soldier in civilian clothes was happily holding his little son.

It turned out that at the last moment when his life was about to disappear, the father wanted to send a final farewell song to his child whom he had not seen for a long time:

Oh, Danny Boy,

When the bagpipes call and the valleys line up,

When summer is over, it’s hard to hold the roses.

You are far away,

And I will be buried here forever.

When the grassland is completely summery, when the snow is all white.

Let the sky be clear and cloudy everywhere.

Oh, Danny Boy,

I love you so much and wait for you to linger.

Oh, say you love me, you will come,

Even if the deceased is like this, the dead will be judged first.

Thank you to the emperor and the empress for their soil, on the barren tomb,

Please find me, find my remains...

Under the night mixed with blood and scorched earth.

The music played by the harmonica passed through the chilly air and flowed slowly on the battlefield.

This ballad is not just for children far away from home.

There are also condolences and memorials to the comrades lying beside them.

Amidst the music, the gun barrel aimed at him remained cold and motionless.

After the song ended, the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence again.

In the sight of the German sniper, the British soldier with his back to the tower slowly raised his hands and took off his military helmet.

After closing my eyes quietly, I looked for my chubby little son in my memory.

Although helpless, the soldier was ready to die.

His expression became tighter and tighter as he waited for the gunshot to ring out in the darkness.

Just when his facial nerve was about to break.

A distant and ethereal flute sound suddenly came from behind.

The British soldier couldn't believe his ears for a moment. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the flute behind him.

A few seconds later, the soldier who had not shed a single tear before now cried uncontrollably.

It turned out that the music coming from behind was the ballad he had just played.

He didn't know it, just when he was playing the harmonica.

The German soldier, who also knew this song, thought of his fiancée far away in his hometown.

The beautiful figures that emerged immediately, as well as the scenes of the two's past love, flashed before their eyes one by one like a slideshow.

It can be seen that if it were not for the war, these two soldiers would have lived a very happy life.

But at this time, we are all in the powerlessness of great historical changes.

Either you die or I live, the two soldiers' desire for a better and peaceful life is surprisingly consistent.

Similarly, the German soldiers holding sniper rifles have not experienced the fear of being enveloped in the moment of death?

So, while looking at the other side, he slowly took off his helmet and prepared to die.

The German sniper in the tower held the bullet that was about to be fired at the British soldier firmly in the gun case.

What then sounded instead was a recorder in the sniper's hand.

This night, on this battlefield with an undercurrent of murderous intent.

The two melancholy pieces of music made the two soldiers from different camps seem to have returned to the hometown they longed for.

Although the storyboard on the last page still has a dark tone.

But a row of illuminated subtitles made two people in the office see the main theme of the advertisement:

"Music and Peace"

——Adapted from a true story during World War II.

"this……"

Lin Yanni, who had been deeply moved by the story, pointed at the words in disbelief: "Is this story actually true?"

"Such a magical thing is actually true?"

Huang Zhan was also shocked by this sentence: "If this is true, then the value of this advertisement is inestimable."

"If this story is made into a public service advertisement,"

Lin Yanni thought about it from a distance: "I guess even the British will spend money to buy it, don't you think?"

At this time, Huang Zhan seemed to have obtained a treasure.

Holding the script, he has been watching it for the second time.

...

The prototype of this story written by Jiangshan comes from a real World War II history.

On a rainy night during the Normandy Landing, a British soldier Jack felt indescribable depression.

Just when he tried to relieve the pressure by playing the trumpet.

The commander advised Jack not to blow the trumpet at night.

Because there has been a very powerful German sniper lurking nearby.

But at this time, Jack, who was already deeply in fear and felt that he would die at any time, could not control his emotions at all.

The German sniper hiding in the dark was also experiencing the same fear and pain.

Anyway, that was it. Jack, who was reckless, actually blew the trumpet on the battlefield.

Moreover, it was a German love song.

It was as if he wanted his opponent to hear it on purpose.

The next morning, on a beach two miles away.

A group of German prisoners of war were escorted to the British camp.

One of the prisoners cried and kept asking the other party, who was the one who blew the trumpet last night?

Because this music reminded him of his parents, brothers, sisters, and fiancée who were far away in Germany.

It made it impossible for him to aim at the enemy on the opposite side.

Jack, who happened to pass by, quickly chased him and hugged him.

He survived the disaster and shouted to his superior: He is not our enemy, he is as lonely and scared as me.

In an interview after the war, Jack and his comrades unanimously said: That night, they gained a brief tranquility, which should be the power of music.

You know, both sides were experiencing a desperate war at that time.

The Normandy Landings have always been known as one of the most brutal battles in World War II.

And the "Battle of Cannes" was the most brutal of the battles.

The Second Army, composed of the Allied forces of various countries, unexpectedly met the 12th Panzer Division of the German SS in Cannes.

In reality, the Allied forces not only failed to break through the defense line and occupy Cannes on the first day.

They also encountered an elite division of the German army later.

And this elite was actually the 12th Armored Baby Division that they had always looked down upon.

This armored division composed of teenagers was regarded by the German army as the last counterattack force.

The carefully trained baby armored division fought a six-week war of attrition with the British army.

In the end, it was this baby division that no one took seriously.

Not only did it prevent the Allied forces from occupying Cannes, but it also forced the Allied forces not to reach Falaise as planned.

This delayed the formation of the Falaise encirclement and prevented the two German armies from being completely annihilated.

In 2017, NetEase Cloud, which has been called to advertise more than music, has a better future.

With this well-known historical background, a realistic advertising film "The Power of Music" was brought to the screen.

For a time, there was a surge of wind and clouds, and congratulations came from all sides.

The high click-through rate and hot search list brought praise and benefits to NetEase Cloud.

And in this life, Huang Zhan, just opened the second page of the second script, and rushed out of the door holding the script...