"Xiao Gu," Ji Juntao said with exasperation, "what happened to your face? It looks like a pizza smeared on it!"
Shang Yechu: "..."
Don't laugh. Don't laugh.
Gu Wenhua took off his glasses and wiped them, then said with a look of utter despair, "President Ji..."
"And this outfit, I remember I paid you your salary, right? You should at least tidy yourself up a bit," Ji Juntao said unhappily. "What if you win an award for a film in the future, and you go to accept the award with this face that looks like Mars colliding with Earth, wearing this rural-urban fringe style outfit? Aren't you afraid of tripping on your shoelaces and falling to your death on stage!"
Although Ji Juntao had a sharp tongue, he was also quite adept at judging people and wouldn't easily make enemies. The reason he so vehemently criticized Gu Wenhua was simply because the latter was taking the premiere of "The Mute Woman" so lightly. —The elderly folks from Jinhe Village had even dressed in their best clothes to come!
Gu Wenhua was thoroughly scolded and bewildered, leaving her completely bewildered: "President Ji, I even won an award? I haven't had a film shoot for months..."
"With your attitude of not taking your acting seriously, it's no wonder you'll never get any roles..."
Shang Yechu tactfully left, not wanting to see the future director being scolded like a grandson by Ji Juntao. Just as she was looking around, she saw a familiar figure appear at the door.
Shang Yechu quickly went to greet him: "Teacher Zheng!"
Zheng Bohan was quite considerate, taking time out of his busy schedule to attend the premiere of Shang Yechu's screen debut.
Upon closer inspection, Shang Yechu was taken aback.
I hadn't seen Zheng Bohan for several months, and he had lost a lot of weight, almost unrecognizable. His skin was taut on his face, making him look like a skeleton. His beard was fairly clean-shaven, but the bloodshot eyes made it look like he had been punched twice.
Zheng Bohan seemed to be in good spirits. He patted Shang Yechu on the shoulder as a greeting, and then pulled Shang Yechu to a corner.
"Teacher, you—" Shang Yechu didn't know how to start the conversation, "You wrote a script?"
"Hmm." Zheng Bohan's breath reeked of smoke, causing Shang Yechu to frown slightly.
"People say it takes ten years to forge a sword, don't waste your time on that." Shang Yechu knew Zheng Bohan desperately needed an outlet to show off his hard work, so she quickly offered it to him. "How did you manage to write it like this?"
Having gotten the question he wanted, Zheng Bohan immediately seized the opportunity, "Do you know how much I've read these past few months?"
"How many?"
"10 million words."
"..."
Zheng Bohan added, "Do you know how much I've written these past few months?"
"How many?"
Zheng Bohan sighed: "There are 500,000 words of rejected drafts alone."
!!
Shang Yechu widened her eyes slightly and said sincerely, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have invited you here. It would have been good to rest for another day."
"No need," Zheng Bohan said vaguely. "There are some things that are inconvenient to say over the phone. Coming here is just right."
Something's up?
Zheng Bohan looked around before saying to Shang Yechu, "It's finished."
It's only been half a year, considering the time frame. No wonder Zheng Bohan looks like a skeleton come to life; it would be almost as if he's burning his life force to write.
If it's just that it's finished, there's nothing to hide. Zheng Bohan's hesitant manner probably has other reasons.
Shang Yechu understood: "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the script review?"
"No, not at all." Zheng Bohan waved his hand. "There was a problem with the actors."
actor?
Shang Yechu suddenly had a premonition: "The investors have decided on the person?"
“If the investors had chosen the actors, it would have been fine,” Zheng Bohan sighed. “I would still have some say. But this time, it was Ruguan TV that personally selected the actors—I’m afraid I can’t do anything about it.”
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