"Yes, I will."
Jiang Dafeng, who had always been quiet, looked directly at Yan Xin with a sharp gaze: "You've invested so much money, you will never get your investment back. There are very few people watching movies in China right now, and they can't compare to TV dramas at all."
There was a flash of sword and shadow hidden in the gazes between Yan Xin and Jiang Dafeng. In a moment, it was Jiang Dafeng who was defeated first.
"I will finish the final work on Journey to the West and start the film as soon as possible." Jiang Dafeng did not take the script, which was a copy for Yan Xin to see, and dragged Lao Li away.
After leaving the top floor, Lao Li sighed, "I finally understand why so many people want to make friends with him."
"He might be because of Xiaobai."
"What?" Old Li looked stunned as if he had been deceived by a scumbag.
"This is just an indirect reason. Even without Xiaobai, he would have invested." Jiang Dafeng had seen how generous the Yan family was, so he understood better. "Send the script to Xiaobai. I will return to Jiang Province tomorrow to continue the final filming."
"Didn't you say you'd leave after Mid-Autumn Festival?"
“I want to finish it as soon as possible.”
"Okay! I happen to have nothing to do this afternoon, so I'll go find Xiaobai now."
"Let's go to the workplace! Although we are not as successful as Hu Meizhen, we are still useful. Let's have a good talk with the guy named Hao." When Jiang Dafeng said this, a fierce look appeared in his brows.
Ever since he learned the truth, he has become increasingly silent and his eyes have become increasingly sharp. Sometimes even Lao Li feels pressured.
"Okay! What about you? Do you want to go see Wanwan?" Old Li asked tentatively.
"No." She wouldn't want to see him.
"Oh! All right!"
Old Li sighed, parted ways with Jiang Dafeng, and returned to his office to get a new script before taking a bus to the Arts and Culture Courtyard. Upon arrival, his introduction caused quite a stir. As a renowned screenwriter and author, many young actors wanted to meet Old Li.
Director Hao came out personally to welcome the person into his office. Just as he sat down, another important person came.
"Comrade Li Yuqi, please have some tea first." Director Hao asked Old Li to sit down, then came out and asked angrily, "What's wrong? Who's here? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"It's the deputy editor-in-chief of the literary and art journal." The secretary whispered, "You tried to contact him several times before, but he didn't have time. How come he has time to come in person this time?"
"Editor-in-Chief Hu?" Director Hao was surprised. "Why did you all get here today?" Did something happen?
"What should we do? Should we host them together? I heard that the two of them don't get along well."
It is generally acknowledged in the literary and art circles that Li Yuqi and Hu Meizhen have a bad relationship.
The two sides even formed two camps, one of which was headed by the TV station and film and television production camp led by Jiang Dafeng, Li Yuqi and a dozen others.
Hu Meizhen, on the other hand, has the support of the towering He family, a strong background, superb skills, and a group of new women of the era to help her.
They are jokingly called the news media camp.
These two groups have despised and looked down on each other for more than ten years. Some people want to mediate and reconcile them. After all, many of the two sides were classmates and have known each other for decades. There is no need to fight to the death.
The result was rejected by both parties.
In addition to these, in the past two years, with the development and popularity of the news and newspaper industry, many people in the literary and art circles have also opened a number of newspapers and magazines that are jokingly called third-rate tabloids out of interest.
In order to attract readers, they would try to find bigwigs like Li Yuqi and Jiang Dafeng for interviews and write articles. I don't know if it was intentional or someone was deliberately instigating it, but after years of depression, the two gangs came together in the newspaper to fight.
When intellectuals fight with each other, there is no bloodshed, but their pens are like knives, and they can kill with flashes of swords and sabers in newspaper columns.
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