Chapter 13 Why didn’t you tell me earlier? (Please follow up)

Good guy, when you come up here, no one knows you, so you just ask me for a script?

Are all people in this world so casual?

The middle-aged man may have felt that he was a little abrupt, so he explained with a smile: "If you don't want to, forget it. I just asked casually. Mainly because I was a little bored on the plane and wanted to find something to do for myself to pass the time."

"Teacher, are you a screenwriter?" Song Yi asked curiously.

"no."

The middle-aged man shook his head and denied it, but then said: "However, I happen to know a little bit about film and television scripts, and maybe I can help you make some useful suggestions."

Song Yi hesitated.

It is impossible to say that he has no precautions against his own scripts.

But thinking about it carefully, he didn't think the other party could memorize all of this thick script in just over an hour.

Therefore, plagiarism should be impossible.

Moreover, judging from the other person's temperament and appearance, he didn't look like someone who would do such a thing.

This is Song Yi's intuition.

It is said that women’s intuition is accurate, but in fact, men are not bad at it in some aspects.

Song Yi believes in his own vision!

In this case, why not try to show it to the other party?

Maybe it's like what he said, if you look at it from another person and from another angle, you can see some problems that you can't see yourself.

This is just like checking homework. We check our own homework. Some mistakes will be ignored by ourselves habitually, but others can see them at a glance.

"Teacher, can you please take a look?" Song Yi handed over the script in his hand.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and asked tentatively: "You have figured it out, are you not afraid that I have bad intentions? We are strangers. If I were you, I would not take this risk."

"."Song Yi.

Damn it, you were the one who asked me to read the script, and now I’m trying to persuade myself not to show it to you?

You are teasing me.

Song Yi smiled calmly and said: "It's okay, teacher, you are not such a person at first glance."

"Then I'll just watch it?"

"kindness."

The middle-aged man took the script from Song Yi and began to read it.

Song Yi didn't watch it, he was bored, so he simply closed his eyes, lay down, and fell asleep.

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Song Yi, laughing secretly in his heart.

This young man has a really big heart.

More than an hour later, the plane landed.

Song Yi, whose fake sleep turned into real sleep, opened his eyes during the stewardess's sweet announcement.

He reached out and wiped his face out of habit.

"Why did you fall asleep?"

Song Yi lowered his head and murmured, suddenly remembering his script, and quickly turned his head to look over, just in time to see the other party closing the script, looking towards him, and handed the script back to him.

"I'll give it back to you after I get off the plane."

He read the script very carefully. In just over an hour, he didn't finish reading it all, and there were still some unfinished ideas.

"Young man, your script is quite well written. It is a relatively mature work, and it uses a mixed writing mode, so it is not low in difficulty."

The middle-aged man asked curiously: "Which TV station or studio are you a screenwriter for?"

"Well I'm not a screenwriter."

Song Yi replied: "I am just a new assistant in an online platform company. I am just bored and writing for fun."

"Not a screenwriter?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

How can a non-professional write such a professional book?

He obviously didn't believe it and felt that the other party was deliberately hiding it and didn't want to tell him.

If you don't tell me, don't tell me. It's just a whim and a curiosity.

"Young man, I'm quite interested in this book of yours. If you want to take pictures of it in the future, you can try to contact me."

The middle-aged man handed Song Yi his business card, then stood up and left.

Song Yi looked at the business card. There was nothing on it. It was very simple, just a name and a phone number.

"Zhang Jianzhong?"

Song Yi recited the name silently, then without thinking much, put it in his pocket and walked to the airport exit.

The next morning, Song Yi got up on time and drove his stunning Ferrari to Penguin Company.

Then he came to his office under the envious eyes of everyone. After a slight correction, he was called to the office by Director Li.

Needless to say, Song Yi also knew that Director Li wanted to ask him about the live filming of the show.

Before going, he took his script of "The Desire of the Golden Branch" from his bag. After reporting on his work, he happened to give this to him.

After knocking on the door, Song Yi came to Director Li's office. Director Li took the initiative to get up, poured him a cup of coffee, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "Assistant Song, come and have a cup of coffee, sit down and talk."

Song Yi was not polite and sat down directly.

"You've been on a business trip for a few days. Are you still used to life there?"

"Habit."

"What about work?"

Song Yi replied: "After I went there, I didn't help much. I could only watch everyone busy on the side. I was relatively free, but Director Wan was very good.

He has a lot of independent opinions on the filming of the program, and he is very strict and meticulous in quality control."

Director Wan has been very kind to himself these days and does not treat him differently just because he is a newcomer.

Therefore, it is appropriate to reciprocate the courtesy and say a few nice words to him in the company. Anyway, you don't need to pay anything yourself.

"It's normal that you can't help."

After hearing this, Director Li smiled and said: "Originally, I asked you to come over to learn and see how a variety show is shot. After all, Director Wan is also one of the more qualified directors in our company."

He paused for a moment and then said: "Okay, Assistant Song, that's it. I have nothing else to do with you. You go out and do your work."

"Director Li, I have one more thing to trouble you with."

Director Li asked doubtfully: "Oh, what's the matter? Tell me, if I can help, I will definitely help you."

"It's like this. I've written a script for a film and television drama, and I want to show it to you. If you think it's good, I hope you can help me report it to the company to see if it can be produced."

With that said, Song Yi took out the manuscript script he had prepared and placed it on the other party's desk.

""The Desire of the Golden Branch"?"

Director Li glanced at the cover and asked, "Is this the script you said you were writing recently?"

"kindness."

"Okay, you can leave it here for now. I'll give you an answer after I read it."

"Okay, Director Li."

Director Li looked at Song Yi who opened the door and went out, glanced at the script on his desk, and sneered.

Still want to take pictures?

Simply whimsical!

He didn't have time to read a film and television script written by someone who wasn't even a screenwriter.

You don’t need to read this to know that the content is definitely not good!

But in his heart, Song Yi is not an ordinary employee, but a person with a background, so in order to give the other party an answer, he must still pretend.

Sitting in the office, he thought about it and decided to leave this hot potato to the people above the company to deal with it.

In this way, no matter what the final result is, you don't care about your own business.

After Song Yi came out of Director Li's office, he was a little bored playing the web game "Blue Moon" on his computer - if you are a brother, come and kill me!

At this time, my WeChat message suddenly rang.

When he called, he saw that it was a voice message from Tang Wanqing.

[Qingtian: Didn’t you say you were filming a program in Huangshi Zhenshan? Where are you, why didn’t I see you? 】
To be continued...