Zhang Hongmei felt guilty. "Okay, but what kind of script do you need?"
"You decide this yourself. I'll film whatever you write. I'll give you a week."
"OK."
"What I need in a week is not the framework of the script, but the complete script."
"I know, I know. I just forgot for a moment, and you're going to mess with me like this?"
Are you attending the auction on Saturday night?
"Go ahead, I've got my eye on two plots of land, and I'm going to bid for them for the company."
"Okay, see you Saturday night!" Zhang Hongmei hung up the phone.
I've brought this on myself. Looking at the game that's only half-finished, I've decided to finish writing the game first before I start writing the script.
Zeng Zhongkang came to call her for dinner, and she had just finished writing the game.
"Here, you three can play this game during the holiday."
Zeng Zhongkang took the A disk and the paper, and looked at Zhang Hongmei, who seemed a little out of sorts, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"fine."
When Annie got home, she saw Zhang Hongmei come in and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Your Uncle Wyatt criticized me. How could I have forgotten that the movie premiered last night? And Zhao Haozheng didn't even tell me?"
"Mom, I know, but I was watching it the whole time, so I didn't think about going to the cinema and forgot to tell you."
"It has nothing to do with you, but Mom will be very busy this week. Your Uncle Wyatt actually asked me to write five scripts, so you'll have to play by yourself."
"It's okay, Mom. I'll read by myself and play with Ningning. You don't need to worry about me."
After lunch, Annie went to sleep. Zhang Hongmei went to her online space and thought, "I'd better write this down quickly. I really don't like procrastinating. Writing it down early will relieve the pressure."
This time, Zhang Hongmei first wrote a romance film, the story of an ordinary girl marrying into a wealthy family. Although the plot is ordinary, it should be a big hit.
It took me five hours to finish writing the first one.
I got the hang of it now, so I immediately started writing the second part. This is a story about magic, and the more I wrote, the more inspired I became, so I just wrote four parts.
After spending three days in the space, I finally finished writing all five scripts. Anyway, Wyatt didn't have any requirements on the subject matter, so this was enough in terms of quantity.
Upon entering the bedroom, I saw the bed was neatly made. Annie probably knew I was busy and didn't disturb me; what a thoughtful child.
It was already 5 PM. Zhang Hongmei went downstairs, but the living room was empty. She wondered where everyone had gone.
Upon arriving at the courtyard, they found Wang Xinyi, Shen Yunfang, and two children. They watched as Zhao Tiancheng and Zeng Zhongkang were building a swing set up in the yard.
"Mom, are you finished writing?"
"I'm going to sit down and rest for a bit. This swing is great; you can even tie a basket or something to it so Ningning can play on it too."
"Mom, Grandpa Zhao said he'd give one to Ningning and one to each of us."
"That's great!" Zhang Hongmei also got excited and sat down to watch.
Ningning reached out to Zhang Hongmei for a hug. Zhang Hongmei took the little one and said, "Ningning, if you get any fatter, I won't be able to carry you anymore."
Shen Yunfang watched Zhang Hongmei looking after Ningning and went back to the kitchen to help. There were too many people eating tonight.
Half an hour later, the swing was finally assembled. Annie couldn't wait to sit on it, and Zeng Zhongkang gently pushed her from behind.
"Uncle Zeng, put in a little more effort. Yes. Hehehe! Mom. This is so much fun."
Ningning, who was sitting in Zhang Hongmei's lap, got upset and pointed in the direction of the swing.
Zhao Tiancheng came over and reached out his hand to his son. This time, the little guy didn't mind his father anymore and enthusiastically threw himself into his father's arms.
Sitting in the basket felt quite novel. Zhao Tiancheng gently pushed her from behind. At first, Ningning was a little nervous, but as she swayed back and forth, she immediately fell in love with the feeling.
Perhaps feeling that it wasn't as high as Annie's push, it turned around and yelled "Ahhh!" at Zhao Tiancheng a few times.
The two kids have found something fun this time. The only problem is that Wang Xinyi can't even lift Ningning down.
"Let them play, Aunt Wang? Your idea is really good."
"Yeah, there was a swing in the yard when I was little. I suddenly remembered it and thought Annie would like it, but I didn't expect Ningning to like it too."
How's it going? Have you finished writing it?
"I've written it down, and it's not bad, is it? I really forgot the movie's showing time. I have no complaints about Wyatt exploiting me like this."
The two men sat in the courtyard, chatting idly. Yan Yongxi and Han Guangtai returned first, followed by Feng Zhiping and Cao Binggang.
The group sat in the courtyard. "What do you four think?"
"It's alright. I have a general understanding of their production units now. If given time, I think I can build it based on the blueprints."
"Hehe, that's good. It's good that all the hard work wasn't for nothing."
"Hongmei, can we go to your farm tomorrow and set up an experimental plot?"
"Sure!"
"We're going to stay there until school starts!"
“Okay, Cheng Guangxi will drive you there tomorrow.”
"Mom, do you want to give it a try?"
"No need, you can play by yourself."
They haven't returned yet. Now that you have time, why don't you go and write a letter home first?
The four of them didn't stand on ceremony and went into the living room.
After everyone returned and had dinner, everyone found a place to write letters to their families.
Zhang Hongmei took out a stack of envelopes. "Write down your home address so it will be easier to mail them later."
Jiang Mingyan was torn about whether to write to her mother about the grievances she was suffering here. But she was also afraid that someone would read the letter. If that happened, Zhang Hongmei would be even less tolerant of her.
But keeping it all bottled up inside is really unbearable. There's no one I can talk to. Right now, I have nothing to say to Wang Minxia and Dong Yuping.
Dong Yuping had stopped talking to her because of the steamed bun incident. Was it because Jiang Mingyan had seen through Wang Minxia's true colors that she felt so lonely?
She didn't know that she hadn't lied this time, which had saved her from danger. All their letters would be reviewed, and even more rigorously, the replies from their family would be repeatedly checked by many staff members.
Even Zhang Hongmei's letters to the two bigwigs were treated the same way.
Everyone had written their letters and handed them to Zhang Hongmei. Only Zhao Yuetong hadn't written one. Zhang Hongmei knew why and didn't try to persuade her. Family relationships also depend on fate.
Zhang Hongmei had no desire to pick up a pen today. She was too tired, so she simply spoke to Zhang Shouyi via voice chat.
"Brother Zhang, the McCann family is preparing to increase its development efforts in China. The person who went this time is a member of their family, and quite an influential one at that."
I didn't ask about the Roy family. But that's probably the gist of it.
The remaining two families also sent people over, presumably to replace the other two!
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