"I don't want to do it anymore. Can you tell me her address?"
"That screenwriter? Sorry, although we have your name registered with the bank, according to relevant regulations, we cannot disclose your specific information. Since she is a public figure, I just provided you with the information."
"I see. You have good intentions, but you just don't have the ability. I don't blame you."
"Ms. Ji Nianqin, please wait a moment. Something happened a while ago and it was reported in the social news. You should be aware of it."
"I don't understand. What do you mean? Can you explain it more clearly?"
"Sorry, that's all I can reveal. Now is the internet age, and screenwriters' home addresses are often exposed by unscrupulous media outlets. There's a mix of true and false information, but there's also some correct information."
Ji Nianqin suddenly realized and began to search the Internet for important information about the screenwriter Miss Chai Dai.
"Her husband had just died in a car accident, but while searching through his belongings, she found a breakup letter. From there, the screenwriter began traveling around the world, hoping to stop drowning in grief. Perhaps it wasn't worth it for a man who didn't love her."
"It seems that past lives and present lives are still very different from movies and TV shows. Three lives and three worlds shouldn't be all about tragic love. How is it possible that the prince and I only met in ancient times, and in modern times we each started our own families and lived like strangers, without even any circle of friends to connect with? Maybe this is what they call dreams are like watermelons, and reality is like spicy noodles."
"Hello! I'm Ji Nianqin. I want to ask, are you home now? Are you a screenwriter?"
"Bang!"
The phone was hung up, but Ji Nianqin was not discouraged and continued to call one by one. There were probably hundreds of screenwriter addresses exposed on the Internet. It would take a long time to find them one by one. Therefore, Ji Nianqin made a temporary decision to hire ancient soldiers. Since they each had a mobile phone, they could of course help her make the call directly, which might be faster. As for the phone bill, she would owe it for now.
"You guys are working at the construction site, and your salary is pretty high. Can you help the Ancient Performance Company find this screenwriter? Maybe she needs a lot of ancient actors, and I'll introduce you to them then."
"No, we are doing very well at the construction site."
"Exactly. We live a super happy life every day. We eat, sleep, and then get back to work. It's very simple. We don't have to worry about whether someone will kill the emperor or come into the palace to harm the people there, like in ancient times. So we have to be on edge every day."
"Please help me make a phone call. It's not a big deal. As long as we unite, we can achieve great things."
"Didn't you see the sign above that says safety is the most important thing? If you ask us to make phone calls, how can we work? We can't do anything else. It's very dangerous."
"I asked you to call during your break, but you misunderstood."
"During my break? If I listen to you and call someone, what if I get scolded or something? Wouldn't that be too frustrating?"
"Why are you so angry? Anyway, you just don't want to work for me anymore, right? It's just a small favor. Besides, you need to have some independent opinions and not just follow the crowd."
"Ji Nianqin, let's help you now. Stop wasting time."
Then, under Ji Nianqin's chatter, the ancient soldiers began to take out their phones...
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