Rebirth in 90s: Rip Apart the Sacrificial Pawn Script

Yang Yajing felt her life was utterly worthless—single at 36; meager salary absolutely insufficient to cover her mother's medical expenses.

Her best friend not only stole the man she...

Chapter 97 The Inconspicuous Person

After chatting for a while, Jiang Chuanshu returned to his group to continue building his network.

Yang Yajing wasn't idle either; she looked around to see if there were any people she had heard of in her previous life.

She said she had heard of it because all her gossip knowledge in her previous life came from Yu Yue.

At that moment, his gaze was focused on a thin, small man.

The man wore thick, black-rimmed glasses and had an unremarkable appearance. He was wearing a suit, but it was clearly not his own size, appearing very large.

The shirt collar was slightly yellowed and not ironed properly. A cheap silk bow tie was tied around the collar, and he was carefully holding a stack of A4 papers in his hands.

He was seen wandering through the crowd, and whenever he saw a director's crew, he would approach them and offer them the stack of papers in his hand.

However, he kept running into obstacles.

Just then, he excitedly handed the stack of papers to a portly middle-aged man, who didn't even glance at him. Instead, the man waved his hand and knocked the papers to the ground.

The man hurriedly went to pick it up, but not only did no one help him, they also muttered, "Don't you know what kind of occasion this is? Do you think someone like you, a cheap scumbag, can harass our Director Huang with a cheap script?"

Moreover, not only did they not help, some people even stepped on the pieces of paper to avoid it.

Yang Yajing raised an eyebrow, walked over, and squatted down to pick up the papers.

"Don't...don't mess it up...the order, I mean the sequence, the order..." The person was clearly not good at socializing, and spoke with a slight stutter, as if he had a stammer, "Thank, thank you, thank you!"

"Is this a script? What's the older brother's name?" Yang Yajing asked as she picked it up.

"I...I...I'm the script...My name is...my name is..." Perhaps because he was in a hurry, he spoke even more incoherently.

"Brother, don't rush, take a deep breath! The script is all here! Speak slowly?" Yang Yajing's voice was very gentle, which miraculously calmed the man down a lot.

"My name is... my name is... Zhuo Yizhu."

"Brother Zhuo, my name is Yang Yajing." Yang Yajing picked up the last few sheets of paper and handed them to Zhuo Yizhu, her mind racing with the information about the name.

Zhuo Yizhu, an unknown screenwriter, was penniless when he gave his script, which no one else cared about, to a small working group.

This script, after nearly three years of production, became the first Chinese animated film to win an international award.

And this working group is the "Green Apple Studio" that was supposed to appear three years later!

Yang Yajing was dragged to see that movie by Yu Yue, whom she had just met, and it was really good! Could this be the script?

I glanced at the title—"Time Warrior"—and it really was that script!

Was this a lucky break? Did Zhuo Yizhu really have to beg for a script for three years? How many times did he run into walls, how many times did he suffer disdain and scorn before finally getting this opportunity?

Yang Yajing felt that there was no need to wait any longer; let him become successful now!

"Brother Zhuo, I'm a member of the 'Green Apple' team. If you don't mind, could you let our director Song Qi take a look at your script?"

"Green Apple? I... I've never heard of it?" Zhuo Yizhu looked up. "Oh! Gold... Gold Award?"

“Hmm! We’re a small group, and we don’t have much experience, but we have good judgment. How about giving it a try?” Yang Yajing straightened Zhuo Yizhu’s suit and patted the dust off his knees.

"Dirty...dirty..." Zhuo Yizhu took a step back, embarrassed.

"It's alright, we don't mind." Yang Yajing smiled broadly, which warmed Zhuo Yizhu's heart.

Who cares if I've heard of them or not? Just based on their attitude, I have to give it a try!

"Yang Yajing! What are you doing?" Chen Jiaoyun called out after noticing Yang Yajing walking away.

"You're here!" Yang Yajing waved to her, then glanced at Zhuo Yizhu.

Zhuo Yizhu nodded, and then she led the person over.

"Song Qi, take a look at his script?" Yang Yajing pointed to the stack of A4 papers that Zhuo Yizhu was holding.

"Yang Yajing, so you went and picked up a screenwriter?" Chen Jiaoyun glanced at Zhuo Yizhu and teased her with a smile.

"Hmm! Maybe we've found a gem. Let Song Qi take a look first?" Yang Yajing nodded. "His name is Zhuo Yizhu."

"Let me see it first, let me see it first!" Chen Jiaoyun said, reaching out to grab the script.

But Zhuo Yizhu dodged, looking somewhat startled and trembling.

"Brother Zhuo, why don't you let Chen Jiaoyun take a look? She's a top student in the Chinese Literature Department at Wenda University, she's definitely qualified to speak," Yang Yajing advised.

Zhuo Yizhu glanced at Chen Jiaoyun, hesitated for a moment, and then handed the script to her.

The first three pages were the outline and plot summary, which Chen Jiaoyun skimmed through before starting to read the main text.

She read about four or five pages and then closed the book.

Seeing Chen Jiaoyun's action, Zhuo Yizhu was clearly discouraged: Is this going to fail again?

But Chen Jiaoyun's words surprised him: "The idea is good, but the plot arrangement and writing are mediocre, and the emotional expression in the dialogue is lacking. Song Qi, you can give it a try, but this script needs to be revised a lot."

"Change it! It can be... changed! How... how... to change it?" Upon hearing that there was hope, Zhuo Yizhu became so excited that he became incoherent!

"Brother Zhuo, is there internet?" Yang Yajing asked.

Yes, yes!

"Here's a QQ group number. We'll talk to you in detail after we finish reading the script." Seeing Zhuo Yizhu's hesitation, Yang Yajing added, "Take a picture with the script?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Yizhu didn't understand, but he did as instructed.

Yang Yajing took a picture with her Polaroid camera, signed her name, and handed it to Zhuo Yizhu: "The date and signature prove that this is your script. We won't steal it."

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