"Uncle, it seems you have remembered it!"

Yaoyao saw the changing expressions of her destined man and a smile appeared on her lips, with her two sweet dimples particularly eye-catching.

"I...I'll try!"

Li Wenbin's voice was a little hoarse, and he instinctively felt that this matter was absolutely unreliable.

But if you think about it carefully, was it really just because of my good inspiration that I was able to fix the originally obscure plot so smoothly?

"Never mind. Whether it's true or not, we'll know after asking." Li Wenbin made up his mind.

He then ran to the desk and took out a thick stack of scripts under the surprised gazes of netizens.

Then he said, "The character design of the male lead is not very complete, and needs to be changed. The same goes for the female lead. How can she remain spotless among a bunch of hooligans?"

"How about changing her into a villain, and then redeeming herself with the hero? I heard everyone likes this approach."

"Although we want to send it to win an award, we have to leave a way out. If it is not selected, we can still break even if it is broadcast domestically, and we will not lose money."

Li Wenbin's voice is not loud, but his pronunciation and speaking speed make every word clear and powerful.

For a moment, it seemed like I was giving a speech to someone.

As he was about to start writing, he found that the pen he was holding was not putting down.

"Master, is it coming?"

Li Wenbin's face turned pale, and he could inexplicably feel that the hand holding the pen was particularly cold.

There really is a problem. How could I not notice such an obvious thing at the beginning? What a pig brain!

He didn't even dare to turn his head, for fear of seeing an indescribable face when he turned around.

[What kind of riddle is this? ]

[Aren't you going to invite that thing out to talk? You don't even burn incense and candles, do you really think that person has no temper? ]

Netizens originally thought they would see the tables set, paper money, melon seeds and tea all prepared, as if they were ready to watch a good show.

Who knew that this guy would suddenly take out the script, talk to himself, and then you would sit here and play statues?

Ahhhh! Li Wenbin, how dare you play tricks on me?

Fire! Fire now!

"Yes, it's coming!" Yaoyao nodded.

She ignored the anger of netizens, looked seriously at the person she was destined to meet, and held his pen-holding hand tightly.

He was a man in his thirties, with a pale face, neatly combed back hair, and dressed in an elegant long gown, looking like a cultured person.

However, at this moment, his face was twisted with anger, and his bright eyes stared angrily at the person he was destined to meet with, and he started cursing.

"Li Wenbin, you bastard, if you dare to change the manuscript I wrote for you, I will kill you!"

"Uncle, no matter how harshly you curse, it's useless. Uncle Li can't hear it."

Yaoyao spoke softly at this moment.

"If you really don't want him to change the script, then tell me why you want to mess up the crew!"

"Can you see me?" The elegant man heard the voice, stood still, and turned his bald head.

He stared at the "cell phone" and saw a chubby little baby inside.

He didn't know why, but the latter's dark pupils made him feel so terrified that his hair stood on end.

It seemed that the thing in front of him was not a doll, but a natural enemy that he could not defeat.

This is normal. Yaoyao is a master of mysticism, and a high-level one at that. After being cleansed by heavenly thunder, her spirit body is naturally repressive to ghosts and monsters, plus she is carrying a soul-catching lock.

At the moment, it is thanks to the screen that they are separated. If they really meet offline, it would be difficult for the latter to stand and talk.

After all, Yaoyao recognized it at a glance and found that this male ghost was far from becoming a fierce ghost.

"Of course." Yaoyao nodded his little head.

Upon hearing this, the elegant male ghost could no longer hold back his chatterbox, as if he had been holding it in for decades, and he started talking as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Little kid, you don't know how bad this idiot's vision is. If I don't take action, this drama will be a failure after it's filmed."

"I put so much effort into this script, and even had a dream to help him sort out the plot. If he can't make it, I will die with my eyes wide open."

The elegant man was so angry that he cursed the man severely, and then he told the real reason.

It turns out that the male ghost was a screenwriter when he was alive. Because he loved literary and artistic films, he devoted himself to this and wanted to write an award-winning script.

Unfortunately, this industry is very realistic. The market demand for art films is not large, and only big directors can shoot these.

Big directors often have mature co-operating screenwriters and would never choose an unknown screenwriter. Not only would it be unfavorable to attract investment, it would also be difficult to ensure the story is exciting.

Therefore, the resumes sent out by male ghosts either fall into the sea or receive inappropriate responses.

He was too disdainful to write those popular dramas, and feeling frustrated, he chose to go out and relax, which was the theater.

Unexpectedly, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell into a dry well in the backyard. No one could help him by crying out to the heavens or the earth.

He was cut by a sharp stone and the wound became infected and hungry and cold, so he died at such a young age.

Perhaps it was because of his obsession that he became a mind-remembering ghost. As long as the obsession remained, he would not be able to reincarnate. Mind-remembering ghosts were similar to earthbound spirits and could not leave the place of death too far. The elegant male ghost floated around in a daze.

Until he met Li Wenbin, who came to collect materials and write scripts. The latter's script instantly attracted him, and many parts of it could be said that they coincided with each other.

"Does he think he's just bursting with inspiration? What the hell is he thinking!"

"I worked so hard, but what about him? He chose a male protagonist who took drugs and visited prostitutes, and a female protagonist who evaded taxes and became a mistress. Tell me, can this movie be broadcast?"

The elegant male ghost could no longer tolerate the latter's blindness.

He had long wanted to stop being a wandering ghost, as he had put so much effort into this movie.

To put it bluntly, this is his last chance. After all, it will take him a long time to get such a good opportunity again.

So, after learning that the male and female protagonists had big problems, he also sent a dream to Li Wenbin, but this guy was simply a blockhead and didn't grasp the point at all.

Seeing that the play had been filmed for half a day and would soon be over if it was delayed any further, he finally couldn't help but take action himself.

Because he still wanted to be reborn, he left some room for her and did not kill her.

Yaoyao's expression became more and more excited as she listened. Her eyes moved back and forth between Ruoyagui and Li Wenbin. Her sparkling gaze made the latter's back shiver.

"Master, have you asked clearly?"

Li Wenbin endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore and spoke.

He couldn't hear what the master said to that thing, which made him eager to know the answer.

This is related to the progress of my subsequent shooting.

"Yes, I asked clearly."

"He said, uncle, you are an idiot!"

Yaoyao looked at the destined person and nodded anxiously, then spoke slowly under the latter's expectant gaze.

However, when he heard this, Li Wenbin was dumbfounded!

No, there was only one thought left in his mind, that is, are ghosts nowadays so foul-mouthed?