Fu Song was stunned: "I go with you? What script competition did you say you were participating in?"

The Jiang family girl nodded and said, "Although Caidie Culture and Entertainment is an entertainment company, entertainment is also a form of culture.

I think your participation in the competition will be very beneficial to the company's long-term development."

Fu Song was silent for a moment: "It's not impossible for me to participate, but the problem is that I don't understand literature.

I usually read two novels at most, and I can’t write a single word.”

The Jiang family girl smiled and said, "You don't need to write it. I'm the one actually participating in the competition. You just need to help me sit in charge."

Fu Song: "Where is Liu Yibing?"

As the winner of the script for "Dying to Survive", Liu Yibing's level is also very good. He is now the second-in-command of Caidie's film scripts.

"Liu Yibing will go too, but he's not as handsome as you!"

Fu Song's eyes lit up: "This is a good reason, I like it.

When does the script competition start?

"tomorrow!"

"So soon?"

The Writers Association's film script competition is held at the Guangdong Grand Theater.

The drive to Fusong takes about an hour.

Feeling the soft seat of Meng Jia Nu's red Beetle, looking at the cartoon interior patterns and the cool air blowing out slowly.

Fu Song smiled and said, "I finally understand the petty bourgeoisie of urban white-collar workers. This life is so enjoyable."

The Jiang family girl said, "Boss Fu, please stop making fun of me. If it weren't for your appreciation, I would still be looking for a job everywhere!

I bought this car just to show off, and I used the bonus from the Medicine God program to pay for it.

My biggest headache now is the high cost of gas every day."

After the box office revenue of "Dying to Survive" was distributed, Fu Song gave a big red envelope to all those who made outstanding contributions.

As the first screenwriter of "Dying to Survive", Jiang Jianu's red envelope was not the largest, but it was more than enough to buy a Beetle.

So when she complained about not having enough gas money, she was more simply crying poor.

Unexpectedly, Fu Song smiled and said, "Don't worry, when you go out in the future, as long as what you do is related to work, the fuel expenses, including car damage, will be reimbursed by the company."

"Really? Boss, you're so handsome!"

Fu Song quickly stopped him and said, “Listen, it must be related to work!

If I find out that you're using your job as a pretext to hook up with rich men, all your benefits will be taken away."

The Jiang family girl rolled her eyes instantly: "Hateful!"

The Guangdong Grand Theatre is particularly busy today, especially the parking lot, which is filled with cars worth hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars.

Fu Song got out of the car and looked at this scene in surprise, saying, "Are all of you who play with words so rich?"

The Jiang family girl shook her head: "How is that possible?

The income of writers is a typical pyramid-shaped industry. Some writers die of drought, while others die of flood.

Those who are eligible to be invited by the Writers Association are all at the top of the pyramid."

The two entered the gate, checked the invitation and found a seat to sit down.

Fu Song looked around and found that there were three or five people sitting together chatting. It was obvious that they knew each other before. He couldn't help but ask again:

"Don't you have any friends? These people don't seem to want to talk to you."

The Meng family girl said in a sweat, "Boss, although everyone here today deals with words, there are traditional writers, online writers, TV drama writers, movie writers, and opera writers...

And each of these is divided into many schools, which usually do not interact with each other."

After she finished explaining, Fu Song said, "So you still don't have any friends. Just admit it directly. There's no need to try to hide it."

Jiang family girl: "..."

"Boss, Sister Jiang, you came so early." It was Liu Yibing.

Because they were going in the wrong direction, the three of them did not go together.

Fu Song chatted with the two for a few more words. Suddenly, a beautiful waitress came over and said politely, "Excuse me, three people, could you please make way for me?"

Fu Song stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I saw no one was sitting here, so I thought I'd take a break."

Seeing Fu Song stand up, Jiang's daughter and Liu Yibing also stood up.

Pretty waitress: "It's okay, it's just that this seat is close to the podium, and the Writers Association usually seats guests who need to speak.

There's no other reason for this, it's mainly for convenience."

Before Fu Song could speak, Liu Yibing immediately became unhappy: "Hey, how do you know we are not qualified to speak on stage?"

The pretty waitress was stunned for a moment: "This..."

Fu Song quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay, we just give way to each other. This guy is quite competitive and wants to be the first in everything he does.

Although he has a bit of a tough temper, he has a positive attitude after all, so that's worth encouraging, right?"

Just as the pretty waitress was about to speak, a man's voice said:

“There’s nothing wrong with being competitive, but the key is also to have strong strength.

Many people are average in ability, but they think they are the best in the world, which is a bit overestimating their own abilities.”

Fu Song looked at the person who was speaking. He was in his forties, wearing a well-ironed suit and his hair was like a cockscomb.

Fu Song nodded: "That makes sense. As the saying goes, there is no second best in writing. Many people can write six words in five days and still think they are amazing."

His words were a quote from Song Dandan's famous line on the Spring Festival Gala.

As for famous sayings, there must be truth in them.

As Mr. Lu Xun once said: When you wake up, the day is bright.

As soon as Fu Song finished speaking, the man immediately became unhappy: "Hey, who are you talking about?"

Fu Song was a little dumbfounded: "Ah? I was just saying it casually. What? Are you also a big shot who can come up with six words in five days?"

Phew~

The Jiang family girl could no longer hold back her laughter, and even the beautiful waitress laughed secretly.

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