"To be honest, I have no other choice but to ask you to come here." Zhang Yingyuan did not look as weak as Zhou Yiyang thought, which made Zhou Yiyang breathe a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, there's no need for us to talk about this." Zhou Yiyang said firmly, "I'm already very happy to see that you're okay."

Zhang Yingyuan nodded. After a moment's contemplation, he spoke again, "You should know why I called you here. I don't need to repeat it. Here's my script for this time. Take a look."

Zhou Yiyang really likes Zhang Yingyuan's straightforward personality. He doesn't beat around the bush at all, which also saves them both time.

After he took the script, he read it very carefully. Zhang Yingyuan said nothing at this time and just watched quietly.

In fact, Zhou Yiyang is definitely not the only person Zhang Yingyuan can find, otherwise it would be too boastful for him to have been in this circle for decades.

There are many big directors like Chang Tiesheng in that group. In terms of professionalism, Zhou Yiyang cannot catch up with them.

However, the first and only person Zhang Yingyuan thought of was Zhou Yiyang.

In fact, he was not very satisfied with the script this time. Now that he handed it over to Zhou Yiyang, he could give some suggestions and re-adapt the script.

As for the investors, he still has ways to deal with it.

After a while, Zhou Yiyang slowly raised his head.

"Teacher, I think your starting point and intention this time are very interesting."

Zhou Yiyang thought about it and felt that there was no need to be smooth when facing Zhang Yingyuan. It would be best to say whatever came to his mind.

"But the only problem is that the story is too weak." Zhou Yiyang paused, as if feeling that his explanation wasn't quite right, and added, "Maybe I'm looking at it from a commercial film perspective. I find it difficult for the audience to get into this story."

Zhang Yingyuan on the opposite side smiled. He was not angry at all because of Zhou Yiyang's words. Instead, he nodded and encouraged him to continue:

"And then? I've noticed the issues you're talking about. I don't think there's a clear boundary between art films and commercial films. When we directors make films, we naturally hope to gain recognition from as many people as possible."

"Yeah." Zhou Yiyang felt relieved and said directly, "I think we can keep the personalities and motivations of several major characters, and the theme we are expressing, but the entire plot needs to be significantly changed."

"But investors probably won't agree with me doing this." Zhou Yiyang smiled and said very directly.

"I'll deal with the investors," Zhang Yingyuan said seriously. "If they're unwilling to invest, I'll pay for it myself."

"No, no, no!" Zhou Yiyang immediately shook his head. If Zhang Yingyuan really did that, it would put even more pressure on him. "Teacher, I don't have much else, but I'm not short of money. But that's a story for later. Maybe the investor doesn't plan to withdraw his investment!"

However, Zhang Yingyuan shook his head, his expression not looking very good. "I've actually already talked to them. They expressed it very politely, but their attitude was very firm. They wouldn't accept a last-minute change of director."

"This can be considered as your true fan, teacher." Zhou Yiyang touched his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"It can't be helped. Those investors are all foreigners and don't know you at all. Of course, they're still very arrogant, thinking that other Chinese directors, especially the younger generation, are subpar." Zhang Yingyuan leaned back in his chair. "Apart from the investors, the most troublesome people are the actors. They don't care about box office, and I'm not sure they'll still act."

"At least the male lead will continue." Zhou Yiyang said confidently, because the male lead is his artist, Helian Bei. "As for the female lead, I have quite a few suitable candidates in mind."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yingyuan laughed out loud.

Zhang Yingyuan's daughter outside the door looked confused. Her father was quite depressed just now, so why was he suddenly so happy?

Zhou Yi Yang is so awesome!

"All my worries are no longer a problem for you." Zhang Yingyuan suddenly realized that he had too much capital as a student.

He is not afraid if no one invests in him, because he has more money than some investors.

He is not afraid of actors going on strike because he has a lot of artists under his control.

Even the most troublesome public pressure should be able to be turned into magic by Zhou Yiyang, a marketing genius.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhou Yiyang nodded. He believed that as long as he didn't make any mistakes, this might be an opportunity for him. "So, teacher, you can leave it to me without worry. If you are discharged from the hospital, I can take over at any time."

"I'm not that kind of person," Zhang Yingyuan shook his head. "As long as the story is well-filmed, I'll have no regrets. And I have great faith in your abilities."

Zhou Yiyang thought that he and Zhang Yingyuan had almost finished talking, and given Zhang Yingyuan's personality, he would probably let him leave on his own initiative.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yingyuan suddenly brought up another topic:

"Did Yiling send you here today?"

"Yes." Zhou Yiyang nodded, always feeling that there was something wrong with the way Zhang Yingyuan looked at him.

"She didn't do anything to you, did she?" Zhang Yingyuan asked embarrassedly.

This made Zhou Yiyang stunned. Why was this question so strange?

Zhang Yiling is not a monster, what can she do to him, a grown man?

"No, they just sent me here normally."

"Oh." Zhang Yingyuan's expression visibly relaxed. "She has a rather eccentric personality, and I'm afraid she'll do something strange to you. One of my assistants went to pick her up, and she played a prank on him once. Now I tremble when I mention her."

"Teacher," Zhou Yiyang sat up straight and said with courage, "Actually, after reading the entire script, I wanted to ask you, is the prototype of the heroine in this story Zhang Yiling?"

…

There was silence for an unknown amount of time, until footsteps were heard at the door, and Zhang Yingyuan slowly spoke:

"Yes. I didn't spend much time with her, but she was actually quite like me. She was a precocious child."

"Her father," Zhang Yingyuan sighed, "is Australian, but he ran away from home when she was a child."

"Running away from home?" Zhou Yiyang's expression became dazed.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Yiling's mother said with a very grim expression: "Dad, the doctor said that you need to rest. Excuse me, Mr. Zhou, please go back to the hotel first. I have booked you for three days."

Zhou Yiyang took the room card and said without further question: "Thank you."

Walking on the road, Zhou Yiyang felt that there was a divine will in everything.

Zhang Yingyuan wanted to write a story about a young girl and a middle-aged man.

And on Earth, he happened to know of a similar work.

Now that the script is in his hands, Zhou Yiyang has no reason not to reproduce the classic.

As for the actors, he also has his picks.