It would be best if Guan Youwei could take the lead and challenge them, allowing Wei She and his team to reap the benefits.

Jiang Suiyi's expression was somewhat unpleasant. His sharp gaze swept over Wei She, whose inaction made Jiang Suiyi slightly displeased.

He swiftly snatched the script from Guan Youwei's hand, his face cold. Jiang Suiyi was polite, but his actions were uncompromising. He said, "Guan Youwei, this is a place for people surnamed Guan, not Yao. If you want to cause trouble, you've chosen the wrong place, so don't blame me for being offensive."

Guan Youwei's eyes flashed with disdain, and his voice was also tinged with contempt: "Jiang Suiyi, who do you think you are? You're just a dog under Guan Zhizhou. You really think you're something special."

Yun Xinyan gave a cold laugh.

"This is Guan Zhizhou's company? It's a complete mess. No wonder they can't even handle a small script."

Disdain and arrogance were taken to the extreme by Yun Xinyan.

"Don't waste my time, I'm not in the mood to play with you guys."

Yun Xinyan spoke in a languid tone, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips, yet everyone could feel the powerful aura unique to a big shot spreading throughout the conference room.

Everyone was so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe deeply.

The conference room was clearly full of people, yet it felt as if no one was there.

Yun Xinyan casually took the script back from Jiang Suiyi's hand and continued revising it. The conference room table was piled high with the scripts that the screenwriters had adapted, some of which had been revised more than a dozen times, but in Yun Xinyan's eyes, they were nothing but scrap.

"Aren't you going to continue revising?" Jiang Suiyi glanced indifferently at Wei She's team. The wastebasket in the conference room was already piled high with discarded drafts. Faced with Jiang Suiyi's question, the screenwriters all looked embarrassed.

They are all prominent figures in the National Writers Association, but now they have run out of ideas and simply can't come up with anything new.

I've already re-examined the entire storyline over this period, but it still lacks a sense of conflict and the theme is bland.

Jun Zixi, one of the project's leaders, said to the screenwriters with a serious expression, "I didn't invite you here to sit around doing nothing. There are only nine hours left. Can you finish the revisions or not? If you can't, this project will be swallowed up, and you'll all be sent home."

As the youngest screenwriter, Jun Zixi won the Best Screenplay Award at the White Jasmine Awards at a young age, and several of the film and television works she participated in have won numerous honors.

He was even rumored to be a potential candidate for the Forbes list of wealthiest authors.

One screenwriter said, "The entire storyline is already set. Unless we lengthen the plot to give the female supporting character more screen time, there's no way to change it now."

Jun Zixi said, "If it can be changed, that's fine. You guys are all top screenwriters in the country. I don't believe that changing a script can stump you all. At worst, we can spread the word and let everyone compete for this role. Whoever has money can have their actors play this supporting role. There will be a lot of screen time, and if they perform well, they will definitely become famous. If we keep the original script, it simply won't pass muster."

The editors present all looked quite grim.

They want to change, but they can't.

Han She said calmly, "Then let's revise it. Zixi, you'll be the lead writer, and I'll review all the content in the end."

Now that they had an idea, everyone started making changes.

Yun Xinyan stared coldly at these people, as if she were watching a group of idiots having a party.

"At a time like this, if you're still thinking about padding the plot, Guan Zhizhou's company is probably not far from going bankrupt."

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