"Hello, Miss Song, I am Zhang Junhua, the person in charge and director of Yuetian Film and Television."

Zhang Junhua smiled politely and shook hands with Song Zhiyi, pointing his palm upward: "Miss Song, please sit down."

Song Zhiyi smiled, sat in his seat and looked at Zhang Junhua, who had some gray hair, waiting for him to negotiate with her.

Yesterday, Fatal Li watched her publish the 6,000-word manuscript on the website at her home, and then she left with satisfaction. After leaving, Song Zhiyi received a recommendation from the person in charge of Yuetian Film and Television recommended to her by Fatal Li.

WeChat and made an appointment to meet in a coffee shop this afternoon.

Song Zhiyi was quite helpless, but she was really afraid of losing her life. Li came to her home just like yesterday, so she had to bite the bullet and come. In order to ensure that she would not be late, Song Zhiyi arrived at the agreed place five minutes early, but

What she didn't expect was that the person in charge came much earlier than she did.

"Long wait, Director Zhang." Song Zhiyi put down the bag in his hand and sat on the chair.

Zhang Junhua shook his head and raised his hand to signal the waiter to order.

Zhang Junhua took the order from the waiter and handed it to Song Zhiyi in a gentlemanly manner: "Miss Song will order first."

Song Zhiyi ordered a cup of cappuccino. Zhang Junhua didn't even look at the order and just said to the waiter: "Same old thing."

"Is Director Zhang a regular visitor here?" Song Zhiyi asked with a smile.

Zhang Junhua waved his hand: "They are not regular customers. When their store first opened, there were no waiters, only the boss. And the boss suddenly suffered a stroke in the store. I was the only one in the store at that time, so I called 120

.”

"Later, in order to thank me, the boss specially developed a kind of coffee just for me to drink." Zhang Junhua smiled, "Hey, the business is getting better and better now. In my heart, I am also happy for him."

Song Zhiyi's lips were still hanging, but she didn't expect that Director Zhang in front of her was also a kind-hearted person.

The waiter brought two cups of coffee, and Zhang Junhua nodded lightly to express his gratitude.

"Miss Song, it's like this," Zhang Junhua took a sip of coffee like a gentleman, looked at Song Zhiyi who had been stirring the coffee with a coffee spoon, and said slowly, "I have learned all aspects of the book "Taking the National Idol"

I like it all very much, and I feel ashamed to say that I think it’s better to say that I am a director than a director with no works.”

Seeing Zhang Junhua smile bitterly, Song Zhiyi had some doubts: "Director Zhang, how do you say this?"

"My dream is actually to be a director. Directing a good show is my lifelong ideal. But I was born in a rural area and my family conditions are not good," Zhang Junhua said. "I was lucky enough to be recruited by Yue Tian. Now,

Ah, I have reached the age where I am about to retire, and it is time for me to work harder for my life-long dream."

Song Zhiyi looked at Zhang Junhua, who was sitting opposite and talking about his "dream to be a director." When he talked about his dream, his whole person seemed to be completely renewed and full of energy.

"Hey, my daughter was reading the novel "Taking the National Idol" at home. I was bored by chance, so I picked up this book from the bookshelf and read it. I was really attracted by this book of yours, Ms. Song.

Attracted."

This was Song Zhiyi's first contact with this kind of film and television work. From the beginning when she started writing books, she never thought that her novel would one day be valued by a director, nor did she think that the director would be willing to use such high-end techniques.

price to purchase her rights.

Zhang Junhua took out a wrinkle-free contract from his bag: "Ms. Song, this is the contract that I have revised repeatedly these days. You can take a look at it."

Song Zhiyi turned over the contract and was a little surprised: "Director Zhang, you..."

The price on the contract surprised Song Zhiyi, and what surprised her even more was that it also wrote about the profit sharing after the broadcast.

"Miss Song, this is my first time as a director. I also want to make Miss Song feel at ease." Zhang Junhua noticed Song Zhiyi's doubts. "Actually, thinking about it, at first I was quite afraid that Miss Song would know that I had never directed a play before.

Go away."

Song Zhiyi closed the contract and smiled: "Director Zhang, I believe you can do it. But I think Director Zhang can change one section of the contract."

"Miss Song, please tell me."

"Change the share so that I can get less," Song Zhiyi smiled, "Actually, I am very touched by Director Zhang that you have never given up on your dream. When I saw this contract, I did not expect that Director Zhang

He would be so generous."

"You absolutely can't do it, Miss Song." Zhang Junhua immediately stretched out his hand to interrupt Song Zhiyi's proposal, "Miss Song, you deserve this. I still have something to trouble Miss Song."

Zhang Junhua looked at Song Zhiyi's puzzled look and continued: "I would also like to trouble Miss Song to be our co-screenwriter. I wonder what Miss Song would like?"

Song Zhiyi took a sip of coffee and looked at the staggering number on the contract. She felt that if she didn't do more, she would not feel safe with the money.

But come to think of it, there is still a certain difference between being a screenwriter and writing novels...

Song Zhiyi was a little hesitant. Zhang Junhua had met countless people of all kinds in this workplace, so he could naturally understand everyone's thoughts, and he could easily see the reason for Song Zhiyi's hesitation at this time.

Zhang Junhua said: "Miss Song, you don't have to worry. In fact, you are just coaching the actors with the team. After all, the author of the original work knows the original work better than we do."

Song Zhiyi nodded.

This business negotiation went extremely smoothly. After Zhang Junhua made an agreement, he went back to the company to deal with the unfinished matters.

Song Zhiyi was walking aimlessly on the street, and unknowingly came to the School of Physics of University Z.

With a sudden thought, Song Zhiyi walked into the School of Physics of Z University and came to the door of Tang Yuchen's office in a familiar way.

"Little girl, where are you looking for Professor Tang?" Professor Li happened to see Song Zhiyi standing at the door as he passed by with a lesson plan in his hand, "I remember you, the one who was left by Professor Tang to write a review."

Song Zhiyi touched her nose awkwardly and said hello to Professor Li: "Hello, Professor."

"Professor Tang is taking this class in 101. You can go find him there." After that, Professor Li hurriedly left with the lesson plan.

Halfway there, he paused and felt more and more that the girl just now looked like the one Lu Xiwen liked. When he turned his head and looked back, there was no one in the original position.

Song Zhiyi arrived at the crowded Classroom 101 smoothly and found a seat in the back corner to sit down.

When the school bell rang, the originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and Tang Yuchen also walked in with his books.

Song Zhiyi, who was sitting in the corner of the last row, looked directly at Tang Yuchen's mouth-watering face.

Tang Yuchen put the book in his hand on the podium, and the pressure in his body dropped to the extreme: "If you don't want to make your experimental report bigger, you don't have to do it. There is no need to fool me."

The students below knew that the experimental reports submitted by each group this time were not satisfactory, and they did not dare to take a breath. They could only purse their lips tightly and listen to Tang Yuchen continue to speak.

"Continue with the lab report this week. This is the last chance I give you." Tang Yuchen's gaze coldly swept across the students below. The students who felt Tang Yuchen's sharp eyes like a knife couldn't help but shuddered.

Han Zhan shrank his neck, "If you still fool me this time, then everyone won't have to come again for the final exam."

Suddenly, his eyes swept across the corner of the last row, he was slightly stunned, and finally there was a smile in his eyes that was difficult to detect.

While Song Zhiyi was lamenting in her heart that she was still the same unkind Professor Tang, she caught Tang Yuchen's gaze unexpectedly.

Song Zhiyi licked the corners of her lips and could only hear her heart beating rapidly.

He should...see her...

Song Zhiyi held her head up. She couldn't understand anything on the blackboard, so she just admired the scenery outside. Tang Yuchen's magical voice was like a lullaby, and it didn't take long for Song Zhiyi to feel a little sleepy.

She touched her phone and wanted to open Timi, which she had not touched for a while. But thinking of the embarrassing incident she had caused in class, she sighed helplessly, opened Weibo and scrolled through the recommendations.

handsome guy.

At first, Song Zhiyi brushed vigorously, but then the more she brushed, the more she felt something was wrong, and she only felt a little chill on the back of her neck.

Song Zhiyi raised her head and saw that Tang Yuchen was no longer on the podium, but all the students present turned to look at her.

Intuition told Song Zhiyi that something bad was going to happen. Before Song Zhiyi could turn her head, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her:

"Have you seen enough?"

Song Zhiyi trembled all over and turned around to see Tang Yuchen staring at the screen of his mobile phone. Song Zhiyi quickly pressed down the phone with a guilty conscience and squeezed out a smile towards Tang Yuchen: "Hi..."

Remembering that she was in class, Song Zhiyi immediately shut her mouth, "Hi, hi, hi, who is trying to harm you!"

"If you haven't seen enough, keep watching." Tang Yuchen left with his hands behind his back and walked towards the podium in front, "Let's continue the class."

"..."

A hundred villains in Song Zhiyi's heart screamed, what kind of bad luck is she? She made a fool of herself in front of the public again and again, and was caught by Tang Yuchen every time...

She is simply a "bad boy born bad". She thinks that she should change her name to "Song Shuai Shuai". People might also pronounce her name as "Song Shuai Shuai", which is not bad after thinking about it.

"Sister, what's your relationship with Professor Tang?" The boy on the side leaned toward Song Zhiyi and asked gossiping, "Why doesn't he kick you out?"

Song Zhiyi glanced at Tang Yuchen who was writing on the blackboard with some guilt, and replied in a low voice: "No, it doesn't matter." Would you believe it...

The boy looked unbelieving. How could it be nothing? How could he not kick her out if it didn't matter?

The boy wanted to continue to inquire, but was interrupted by Tang Yuchen's voice.

"The boy in white clothes in the last row on the left, answer this question."

The boy suddenly stood up from his seat, looked at the densely packed books on the blackboard, and scratched his hair in confusion.

Tang Yuchen frowned and looked at the person who couldn't answer, and said coldly: "Sit down and review with five thousand words."

The boy sat down with a dejected look on his face, not wanting to continue gossiping. He frowned and wondered how to write the five thousand-word review.

Song Zhiyi couldn't help but feel sad for this boy, but when she thought of the 10,000-word review she wrote last time, she immediately lost sympathy for this boy.

Beibei, why should he just write a 5,000-word self-reflection and give it to him in the next class, but she has to write a full 10,000-word review in front of him!

Song Zhiyi stared angrily at Tang Yuchen on the podium, but accidentally met his smiling eyes.

Song Zhiyi didn't understand what he was laughing at...
Chapter completed!