Chapter 215 What a coincidence!

Cheng Yanzhou watched Zhou Kangning's hurried figure, then smiled and looked away.

He glanced at the breakfast in front of him, then at the watch on his wrist, and continued to enjoy it at a leisurely pace.

Zhou Kangning stormed out of the restaurant, pondering how to adjust the team's work.

Even if time is tight, his employees still need a chance to catch their breath.

As the elevator doors slowly opened, Zhou Kangning looked up, about to step inside, when he unexpectedly saw the person inside.

They are the director and producer of their film crew.

What a coincidence!

He quickly went inside: "What a coincidence, I just happened to run into you two. Let's discuss how to adjust our work plan."

The director is still the same Director Li, but the producer has changed.

After all, the original one was also from Star Entertainment ┑(￣Д￣)┍.

Upon hearing this, the current producer, Sister Wang, frowned slightly: "President Zhou, the project is on such a tight schedule right now. Set construction, actor training, and script polishing are all going on simultaneously. Adjusting the work plan will definitely affect the overall progress."

Director Li nodded silently upon hearing this. He raised his hand to rub his tired brow, looked at Zhou Kangning with dark circles under his eyes, and sighed: "Yes, Lao Zhou, I know everyone is tired, and I'm tired too."

"But there's no turning back once the arrow is released; every day of delay costs money."

Looking at their exhausted expressions and the bloodshot eyes, Zhou Kangning's resolve only grew stronger.

He waved his hand, his tone resolute: "Old Wang, Old Li, I know your concerns."

"But we need to take a long-term view, not just look at what's in front of us."

"Now that we have support from above, the pressure on our project has been greatly reduced."

"What we need to compete on now is not speed, but quality! We are fighting a protracted war!"

"Look at the state of our team now, everyone is working like an oil lamp. The actors are being supervised by a team of national experts, so they have regular schedules and are full of energy."

“Look at us again. We can’t afford to collapse behind the scenes. We’ve been keeping ourselves in such a tense state. What if we can’t hold on one day and it really collapses? How can we guarantee the quality of the filming?”

"Besides, if someone really gets sick, especially those of you in key positions, it won't just be a matter of a day or two!"

Zhou Kangning paused here, looking at the thoughtful expressions on their faces, and continued, "These people who stayed behind are all comrades who believe in us. Not one of them can fall before the project is completed!"

"So, my idea is that we should first sort out the work, and at the very least ensure that the team members get their basic sleep time!"

"Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting work. We're human, not machines. Besides, machines need to be checked and oiled regularly!"

"A person will break if they're stretched too tight!"

Sister Wang and Director Li exchanged a glance, both seeing the wavering in each other's eyes.

Director Li hesitated for a moment, then relented and said, "Old Zhou, you're right. We were too hasty."

Sister Wang also smiled and sighed, "I guess I was being too stubborn. Let's do as President Zhou said. Let's go upstairs and have a small meeting to discuss the specifics."

"Okay, let's go up and take a look."

Lin Yan'an had no idea what was going on with the film crew.

He got up early in the morning, did some simple exercise, and went straight to his study to start working without even washing his face.

He had just finished his current task and completed a phase of script revisions when his phone rang.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Lin Yan'an's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

It was a ringtone he specially set for Zhong Wan.

Almost all of them vibrated briefly, the ringtone had barely started, and then immediately stopped.

It was time for him to take a break again.

Lin Yan'an glanced at the time on the computer: 8:30 AM.

He needs to correct his previous thinking; it's time to eat breakfast.

Sure enough, the thought had just flashed through his mind when...

Zhong Suisui's figure also quietly appeared at the edge of the desk. The moment she looked up, she met Lin Yan'an's smiling eyes.

Zhong Suisui chuckled upon seeing this.

[Meow~ Daddy, Mommy's calling you to eat breakfast.]

After it finished speaking, it raised its paw and pointed towards the door, its round eyes silently urging Lin Yan'an on.

"Okay, Dad will go out now."

As Lin Yan'an spoke, he casually grasped Zhong Suisui's little paw and pinched its tiny paw pads.

Then she decisively got up and scooped it into her arms.

Lin Yan'an had just arrived at the restaurant carrying the cuddly Zhong Suisui when Zhong Wan came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of hot millet porridge.

Upon seeing him, a smile instantly bloomed on her face: "You timed it perfectly, hurry up and wash your hands and eat."

Such a morning is warm and precious.

Under the joint supervision of Zhong Wan and Zhong Suisui, Lin Yan'an lived a very regular life.

Although he is busy with work, he always eats three meals a day and has his daily activities on time.

During the day, I was busy with work, and at night I would discuss the script with Du Qian.

I forgot to mention that since that night, Mr. Du Qian has become increasingly peaceful, and the small pattern on his chest seems to have been truly imprinted into the depths of his soul.

Between the human and the ghost, their conversations are no longer limited to historical research; sometimes they also discuss poetry and songs, and sometimes Mr. Du learns more about modern life.

Of course, most of the time, their conversations were based on the script. Mr. Du would even offer insightful suggestions on the emotional expression of the characters in the script, and occasionally he would give Lin Yan'an helpful and constructive advice based on the personalities of the people around him and the history and culture he had seen.

For Lin Yan'an, his existence was like that of a wise and helpful teacher who had traveled through time.

The days passed quietly in this fulfilling and heartwarming rhythm.

As the leaves outside the window gradually fall, the cold wind begins to howl.

After they put on thick clothes, the heating was turned on in the house.

On a quiet afternoon, with snowflakes drifting outside the window,

In the study, Lin Yan'an finally typed the last word, and after the last period,

After months of repeated revisions, the final version of "Folk Customs Records: Tang Dynasty Rhapsody" has finally been completed!

Lin Yan'an calmly saved the document and sent it to their core team's email address.

He finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair as a huge sense of accomplishment and a strange sense of emptiness washed over him at the same time.

He turned his head to look at the snow scene outside the window, but his heart was unusually calm.

The script is finished; now it's time to move on to the real "battlefield."