Chapter 183 Who are you?

Lin Yan'an took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress that terrible thought that had just occurred to him.

He looked at the computer screen in front of him, at the open document, and tried his best to focus his attention on it.

The words in front of me gradually became clearer.

Lin Yan'an forced herself to immerse herself in the turbulent Tang Dynasty depicted in the script, striving to focus on her work to suppress her inner unease and anxiety.

Time slipped away quietly on the keyboard in his hands.

After an unknown amount of time, there was another noise coming from the doorway.

Lin Yan'an paused in his typing, then resumed typing rapidly.

Director Qin gently pushed open the door, his gaze subconsciously sweeping around the room.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes when he saw Zhong Wan lying on her side.

His steps faltered almost imperceptibly as he looked at the stick figure ghost that had suddenly appeared before him. The two locked eyes instantly.

It was as if I recognized him, and as if I still remembered Zhong Wan's words.

Ah Gui glanced at him indifferently as always, then returned to its corner.

Although it did not stop it, its gaze remained fixed on Director Qin.

Director Qin immediately understood and did not approach Zhong Wan again.

Instead, they focused their attention on Lin Yan'an, who was sitting at a small table, looking focused but unable to hide his fatigue and anxiety.

Lin Yan'an heard the noise and caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't look up immediately. Instead, she finished her work and then slowly looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his gaze was unusually clear: "Director Qin."

"Wanwan just moved, she's about to wake up!"

His voice was still hoarse, but it was no longer as lifeless as it had been a few days ago; instead, it was full of excitement.

This sentence,

Director Qin had heard him say this more than once.

He was also hoping that Zhong Wan would wake up soon.

Director Qin nodded slightly and gave a soft "hmm."

Then she walked over to Lin Yan'an's side, looked down at the text on the computer, and a hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes: "Not bad, very good."

Director Qin patted Lin Yan'an on the shoulder, his voice steady and powerful: "Please organize your completed script and send me the overall project plan."

"I'll submit it for review."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an's eyes narrowed instantly, and he subconsciously looked up, immediately meeting Director Qin's deep eyes.

It was as if he understood what he meant.

Director Qin met his gaze and nodded slightly without flinching. He then explained, "The value of Mr. Du Qian and the 'Records of Folk Customs' has been reported to the higher authorities and confirmed. Although Professor Sun's project has been temporarily suspended due to Mr. Du's sudden disappearance, they have already sent people to the places Mr. Du mentioned and stayed in to search for relevant historical traces."

"I heard you've already discussed your script with Mr. Du,"

"This play is no longer just your own project; it has been designated as an important cultural project."

Director Qin paused, lowering his voice slightly, but it was still very clear to Lin Yan'an: "I need you to send me the parts that have been completed, as the core basis for reporting upwards and coordinating resources from all parties."

"The Film Bureau, the Cultural and Tourism Promotion Department, and the Institute of History... you know, there are still many links that need to be connected. We need a sufficiently substantial stepping stone to secure the strongest possible support!"

"Yan An, your script is the best proof right now."

Lin Yan'an understood instantly.

This is no longer a simple review, but a step to bring this script, their masterpiece, to a broader and more serious stage!

This news is undoubtedly exciting for these artists and cultural workers.

He could imagine how shocked the outside world would be when they found out the news.

But he felt little joy.

Lin Yan'an's gaze unconsciously fell on Zhong Wan, who was still fast asleep.

Instantly, I imagined how happy she would be when she heard the news.

In particular, she has already invested five million.

If the application is approved, her five million might actually multiply several times over.

Making so much money that your hands get sore might not even be a problem.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan'an's lips curled up slightly: "Okay."

Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded firmly, then stretched out his hands and began to work rapidly on the computer.

As the head screenwriter and investor, Lin Yan'an has all the information about the script.

Then there's no need to ask anyone else for it.

He quickly packaged all the documents that Director Qin needed and then sent them to the internal email address that Director Qin specified via the encrypted path.

After the document was confirmed and sent, Lin Yan'an felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, but it quickly returned.

The weight has decreased because the obstacles faced by their film crew may no longer exist.

The reason they are overweight is because they need to work harder and produce better works to live up to this expectation.

Director Qin nodded slightly as he looked at the notification on the computer that the message had been successfully sent, and patted Lin Yan'an on the shoulder: "Wait for news."

His words remained concise: "Take good care of Zhong Wan, and take good care of yourself too."

"Call someone immediately if needed."

After saying that, he turned to look at Ah Gui and Zhong Wan again before turning away and gently closing the door.

Silence returned to the room.

Lin Yan'an got up and stretched, then walked to Zhong Wan's side, took her small hand in his, looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, and whispered, "Wanwan."

"Did you hear what Director Qin said?"

"Wake up soon,"

"otherwise……"

Lin Yan'an wanted to intimidate her, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh to her.

He smirked and said mockingly, "Otherwise, I won't give you the money you invested!"

After saying that, Lin Yan'an couldn't help but laugh and complain, "And the money in your card, I've spent it all!"

This punishment was indeed very severe for the money-grubbing Zhong Wan.

But the person next to him still didn't react.

Lin Yan'an's smile slowly faded, and he let out a heavy sigh.

He reached out to cover Zhong Wan with the blanket, and just as he was about to get up, he heard a familiar voice.

Lin Yan'an turned his head to look.

Looking at the familiar phone on the bedside table, I reached out and picked it up.

This is Zhong Wan's phone; I thought it would be his in-laws' number.

But it turned out not to be?

Lin Yan'an glanced at Zhong Wan with some surprise, then looked at her phone, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hello, matchmaker, happy Teacher's Day!"

The crisp, clear male voice contrasted sharply with Lin Yan'an's deep, husky voice.

Clearly, the person on the other end also sensed something was wrong. After a moment of silence, they asked with great confusion, "Who are you? Isn't this Zhong Wan's phone?"