If the new script that Wang Yueheng brings to the audience fails to achieve a satisfactory performance.
Then I must put my script online as well.
Let everyone judge whose script is better, mine or Wang Yueheng's!
Then I told everyone not to blindly believe in celebrities, because even a genius artist like Wang Yueheng can have his downfall!
"Teacher Yue Heng, could you give me two minutes?"
"I would like to ask for everyone's opinion."
Tong Yue glanced at the excited senior from the literature department and spoke calmly and confidently into the phone.
"No problem, you can discuss it first before making a decision!"
Wang Yueheng naturally heard Zhang Donglei's shout and said dismissively.
"Everyone has heard Professor Wang Yueheng's opinion."
"Let's vote by raising our hands!"
"Please raise your hand if you agree to have Professor Wang Yueheng help revise the script..."
After hanging up the phone, Tong Yue stood up, looked around at her classmates, and asked with a serious expression.
After saying that, she was the first to raise her right hand.
The other students standing around Tong Yue looked at each other, hesitant for a moment.
Some people's eyes were also drawn to Zhang Donglei, who had just been in high spirits and boasted that he had won a screenwriting award.
"Why are you looking at me? Just raise your hand!"
Count me in!
As he spoke, Zhang Donglei raised his right hand without hesitation.
I'm determined to see it for myself today.
Could Wang Yueheng possibly turn the dry and boring stories of the archaeological industry into some kind of commercial blockbuster?
Ultimately, ten out of the sixteen students raised their hands to agree to risk rewriting the script.
Yin Ying, an archaeology major who had just praised Zhang Donglei, and Jia Meichen, a girl who had a crush on him, were among those present.
They then chose to abandon revising the script.
"Don't worry, I won't let you down this time!"
Looking at the few archaeology students who supported his work but didn't raise their hands, Zhang Donglei felt indignant.
"Ten to six, the minority obeys the majority."
"So this time we chose to invite Wang Yueheng to help write a new script and put on a show."
"Everyone, please stop having any objections and work together to do a good job in the rehearsal. Don't let our archaeology department down!"
After confirming the script changes, Tong Yue immediately called Professor Zheng Shuangmei to inform her of the news.
I heard that Wang Yueheng took the initiative to help his students revise the stage play script and even wrote songs to sing on stage.
Zheng Shuangmei was also very surprised.
At the same time, she also guessed that Wang Yueheng was doing this because of her husband.
Professor Zheng Shuangmei also expressed her strong support for the students' voting results.
However, she also had some hesitation in her heart.
A stage play is not as simple as singing a song.
Can Wang Yueheng really handle the script, songs, and actor rehearsals all in such a short time?
...
Wang Yueheng received a positive reply from Tong Yue.
He then took his bodyguard Wu Zhu and rode in a car sent by the consulate to California Institute of Technology.
To facilitate rehearsals.
The group went directly to a school theater auditorium and sat in the audience to discuss the topic.
"Teacher Yue Heng, it's a pleasure that you could come to the school to guide our performance."
"My name is Zhang Donglei. I am a senior majoring in literature at California College and the screenwriter of 'Tears of the Tomb Owner'."
“You just said on the phone that our original script was a complete failure from a commercial point of view.”
"Could you tell us the specific reason?"
As soon as they sat down, Zhang Donglei, the original screenwriter, couldn't help but take the initiative and ask the first question.
His eyes still blazed with resentful anger.
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