"You said you wanted the fearlessness of youth~yo!"
"You have the courage to be independent~ha"
"You said the world is not simply black and white~"
The theme song chosen by Yuan Fenghui for Li Mengjiao has simple lyrics, a catchy melody in the chorus, a very brisk rhythm, and each note bursting with vitality. Even before post-production mixing, it has already hit the eardrums of an old lady like Wen Ying, allowing her to feel the youthful drumbeats blowing in her face... Wen Ying had never heard this song in her previous life. It must be the product of the flapping of butterfly wings.
It is also possible that this song existed in her previous life, but the singer was not Li Mengjiao, so the song did not become popular and Wen Ying had never heard of it.
It doesn't matter. Songs that don't become popular when sung by others may become popular when sung by Li Mengjiao. Songs with a brisk rhythm can easily become the hit of the year. If Li Mengjiao really wants to shoot a TV series next year, she should bundle this song with the TV series.
Wen Ying had only listened to it a few times and was already able to hum along with the melody.
Being good at learning and singing, coupled with the popularity Li Mengjiao has gained from the competition and effective publicity, the possibility of her not becoming popular is very small!
Such a light-hearted song doesn’t require a particularly complicated MV plot. Yuan Fenghui is really giving money to Wen Yinghua.
Wen Ying hummed a song and finished writing the plot script in more than two hours. The actual writing time was only more than an hour. She spent one hour searching for information online and trying to process the plot script in the form of storyboards to facilitate the MV director's filming.
Yuan Fenghui did not ask Wen Ying to do this, it was Wen Ying who wanted to do this.
She not only wanted to make Yuan Fenghui's 2,000 yuan worth it, but also wanted Yuan Fenghui to feel that it was worth it. Wen Ying always had this attitude towards work, which was why she was able to gain a foothold in the Magic City in her previous life.
People who only do as much work as they are paid and are unwilling to take any loss are only suitable for slacking off in the workplace. As long as conditions permit, Wen Ying doesn't mind doing more.
She is not doing it for the clients, but for herself. While satisfying the clients, she is also improving her own abilities. Why not do it?
After finishing writing and saving the document, Wen Ying felt very satisfied and turned off the computer to go to sleep.
She was thinking about what Li Zhentao said in the car. The New Concept Writing Competition had not yet produced any results, but by some strange coincidence, she was actually going to get a part-time job as a "screenwriter"... This was definitely a major event in Wen Ying's writing career, even more exciting than her first solo agency commission in her previous life. Wen Ying got up from the bed and sent a text message to Xie Qian.
"I have good news for you!"
"What a coincidence, me too."
Xie Qian replied to the text message very quickly. Wen Ying looked at the time and suppressed the desire to talk.
"Then let's talk about it at school tomorrow?"
"……good."
Xie Qian was indeed patient.
Wen Ying threw her phone into the quilt and buried her face in it, laughing.
When they arrived at school the next day, Wen Ying looked radiant, but Li Mengjiao had dark circles under her eyes.
"My dad sent you home yesterday. What did he say to you? I've been guessing all night. I sent you a message but you didn't reply!"
It's rare for the heartless Hanhan to have something on his mind.
When Li Mengjiao sent a text message to Wen Ying, Wen Ying was writing the plot script for the MV and did not have time to reply. Later, she forgot about it after she was busy.
Wen Ying has completed the first draft. After some revisions tonight, she can send it to Yuan Fenghui's assistant.
As for Li Zhentao's plan to recruit people to set up a film and television company, it was agreed that Li Mengjiao would keep it a secret for the time being. Of course, Wen Ying would not spread the word behind her back:
"Uncle Li was worried that you would be upset by the situation on Xu Mei's side, so he asked me to comfort you."
Li Mengjiao was skeptical. "Then why did he call Uncle Qin and Uncle Wang? They were clearly talking about investment."
"Maybe it's just a simple way to keep in touch?"
Li Mengjiao didn't quite believe Wen Ying's words.
But Li Mengjiao didn't ask any further questions.
Because Li Mengjiao suddenly thought of a possibility: her father did talk to Qin and Wang about investment, but was rejected by Qin and Wang, so her father never mentioned it again during dinner.
Li Mengjiao has always been heartless. She can resolve many of the troubles she encounters in life by herself. Even if she can't resolve them, she still has a bunch of friends. If her friends can't handle it, there are still her parents.
Especially her father Li Zhentao, who is like a god in her heart, and there is nothing that Li Zhentao cannot solve.
Every Chinese New Year, there is a constant stream of people visiting the Li family to pay New Year’s greetings, and those people all have something to ask of her father.
Li Mengjiao had never seen her father ask for help from others.
How much investment did I ask Uncle Qin and Uncle Wang for before they refused?
Her father asked someone for help just for her to release an album... Li Mengjiao didn't blame Qin and Wang for not investing, she just felt sorry for her father. They were originally friends with equal relations, but now it seemed like he was inferior to her.
Li Mengjiao was worried and her face immediately turned pale. Wen Ying wondered which direction this fool was going in and wanted to change Li Hanhan's mind, but the bell for morning self-study class had already rung.
Xie Qian came a little late today.
There were little water droplets on the ends of his hair. The weather was getting colder and there was already fog in the early morning in Chengdu. The fog stuck to his hair and turned into little water droplets.
It was not the first time that Wen Ying noticed that Xie Qian would wet his hair. Those caring fans were so distressed that they replaced the cold milk in Xie Qian's desk with warm milk.
Milk and bread, and hot boiled eggs.
Well, sometimes you can even find steaming hot eight-treasure porridge.
Breakfasts like steamed buns and fried dough sticks would never appear on Xie Qian's desk, because these breakfasts would easily dirty the books on the desk, which is obviously something that the fans don't want to see.
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