Fang Yang was speechless at Zhou Xin's words. Was it really that serious? It was only a level 5 or 6 gale. Compared to the level 8 or 9 gales that often occur at the coast, this was nothing.
However, considering that Zhou Xin has lived in Beijing for a long time, he naturally hasn't seen many typhoons there. You know, after a typhoon makes landfall, it won't go in that direction. It will most likely go in the northeast or Inner Mongolia direction. At most, it will just brush past Beijing and bring a heavy rain.
"Okay, this is a good habit. Have breakfast first, and then take a nap when you get back."
"Okay, anyway, it's raining and we have nowhere to go. Remember to call me for lunch, or I might oversleep."
"Okay, go to sleep."
After eating something simple, Fang Yang and Zhou Xin returned to their respective rooms. With the rain so heavy, they couldn't do anything. Fang Yang thought he should go back to writing. Under normal circumstances, he estimated that he would be able to finish writing "The Return of the Condor Heroes" in about ten days to half a month. If the rain continued like this, he estimated that he could finish writing it in three to five days.
The storm came and went quickly, and the rain stopped and the sky cleared up three days later. However, the traces left by the storm could not be cleaned up all at once. The entire Hengdian World Studios was a mess, with stains from the flood everywhere.
Hengdian World Studios issued a notice that the studio would be closed for sanitation and cleaning, which was expected to take three to five days. Well, it seemed that there was no other choice at the moment, so Fang Yang simply gave the whole crew a week off, allowing them to go home and rest for a while.
The entire crew was overjoyed. Early in the morning, they packed their bags and went their separate ways. Zhou Xin took the opportunity to go back to Beijing. She originally wanted to take Fang Yang with her, but Fang Yang wanted to finish "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and start a new novel, so he stayed at the hotel and didn't want to go through the hassle.
After seeing Zhou Xin off, Fang Yang returned to the hotel and saw the Mo brothers coming out, chatting and laughing as if they were about to leave, but they had no luggage in their hands. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Where are you two going? You're not even taking any luggage home?"
Mo Sang laughed and said, "Isn't the film studio on holiday? We don't want to travel back and forth. Lao Luo just called and invited us to go fishing. He said that now that the floods have just passed, it's the perfect time for fishing!"
"Old Luo doesn't even care about his shop anymore, and he still has time to go fishing?"
"You don't know this, do you? Almost all the film crews in the film studio are on holiday now, and Lao Luo's place isn't doing much business either. Besides, the staff at the shop can take care of individual customers. Do you want to go too? Lao Luo has all the fishing gear on hand, so you can just go empty-handed."
Fang Yang waved his hand, "You guys go ahead, I have a lot to do these next few days, just have fun."
Seeing that Fang Yang really didn't have time to go, the Mo brothers didn't insist. "Alright, we'll head over first. Let's have dinner together tonight and have a feast of all the fish we caught."
Fang Yang waved his hand, "Then you guys hurry up and go, don't keep Lao Luo waiting. Call me when you get back tonight."
Back in his room, Fang Yang hurriedly finished writing the last few chapters, finally completing all the writing work for "The Return of the Condor Heroes". Fang Yang didn't plan to film this TV series this year, so he would stay here for the time being and wait until next spring to see when Wang Jialiang was available. He would leave the entire Condor Trilogy to Wang Jialiang to film, so as not to bother two people at once. It just so happened that Wang Jialiang had also gained some insights from filming "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!
Just as he was thinking, his phone screen lit up. He picked it up and saw that it was Zhou Xin calling. Fang Yang had told Zhou Xin to call and let him know she was safe after she got off the plane, and he guessed she had already gotten off the plane.
After the call connected, it was indeed Zhou Xin calling to let him know she was safe. "Fang Yang, I just got off the plane. Are you alright at the hotel?"
"It's alright. I just finished writing 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' and plan to start a new book in the next few days when I have some free time."
Hearing that Fang Yang had been writing a book all morning, Zhou Xin felt sorry for him, saying, "Don't just think about writing books. You should go out for a walk too. Sitting and writing for long periods of time is bad for your health."
"Okay, I'll go for a walk after dinner too. Did you just get off the plane? Are you tired from the journey?"
Knowing that Zhou Xin was heartbroken, Fang Yang deliberately changed the subject.
"It's alright, it'll only be a little over two hours. Remember to eat lunch, don't forget to eat when you're writing."
"I understand. You should also remember to give my regards to your parents and the elders when you get home."
"Okay, is anyone from the crew still here? Are you the only one left at the hotel?"
"No, the Mo brothers didn't leave either. They just went fishing with Lao Luo. They said they'd have a whole fish feast together when they get back tonight. Since you're not here, you'll miss out!"
"Oh dear, that's such a pity. Why didn't you go with them?"
Zhou Xin asked Ni Suqiong, who had been waiting for a while, to put the luggage in the trunk. After sitting in the passenger seat, she heard Fang Yang across from her say, "I'm in a hurry to finish 'The Return of the Condor Heroes,' and I'm planning to start a new book this afternoon. Time is tight, where would I find so much time to go fishing?"
"Going fishing is good too, it'll help you relax. Staying cooped up in your room all day isn't good either; as people say, that's being a shut-in, and that's not good."
Zhou Xin stretched out her long legs, kicked off her high heels, and comfortably straightened them, feeling much more comfortable as her feet were no longer restricted by the high heels.
"I need to finish the novel now, and it will be perfect to start a movie project when it's finished next year. Although I have a professional screenwriting department now and don't need to adapt the script myself, I still have to write the novel myself. No one else can do that."
Fang Yang explained in a soft voice, "The headquarters building will start construction next year, which will require a large amount of funds. These funds will need to be raised from the profits of TV series and movies. Once we get through these few years and the children's theme park is completed, we will have much more money in the meantime. At that time, we won't need to work so hard. I will only make one movie a year and hand over the rest to others. I can then focus on managing the group company and grasping the overall direction."
"I never imagined being a CEO would be so tough. You need to balance work and rest, don't work so hard. You still have decades ahead of you, don't overwork yourself and get sick."
Zhou Xin's eyes were filled with tears; she was heartbroken.
"Haha, I'm only twenty-three years old, and I'm also careful not to stay up late. This little thing won't tire me out. I'll do more while I'm still young, and in a few years I can relax, take care of the kids, and travel around to see the beautiful landscapes of our country."
"Tch, you're so unserious. I'm not talking to you anymore. Remember to eat lunch and take a nap later."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Xin felt her ears turn red and her face burn as she thought about what Fang Yang had said about taking care of the child.
The car was so quiet and moving so slowly that Ni Suqiong could hear their conversation clearly. She couldn't help but tease them, "Oh my, you're already thinking about taking care of the kids? Looks like you're making good progress. It seems like it won't be long before I become a great-aunt!"
Zhou Xin's toes kicked wildly underneath her feet. "Auntie, you're teasing me too. It's not even close to happening yet. If you want to marry me, it won't be that easy."
Ni Suqiong chuckled, "I think someone has been itching to get started for a long time. It's a pity about my meager salary; I'll have to cut off a huge portion to prepare a red envelope."
Zhou Xin chuckled, "Auntie, go ahead and complain about being poor. I heard you have some shares in my dad's company, but you haven't used a single penny of the annual dividends. And your uncle gives you a good amount of pocket money every month, right?"
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