Fang Zhengfei squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Bufan. When he saw that he was very young but his tone was so wild, he immediately felt uncomfortable.

In fact, there is nothing crazy about what Lin Bufan said, but you must know that Fang Zhengfei is a gold medal screenwriter, and it is too crazy for a person to want to impress himself with a script.

"Aren't you in business, and you can also write scripts?" Fang Zhengfei looked at Lin Bufan with disdain and said, "I still have a lot of things on my hands, and I really don't have the time to read the script you wrote."

Lin Bufan was neither angry nor annoyed, and smiled slightly and said: "Director Fang, if I remember correctly, you are not from a major. When you were young, you wrote a lot of books and submitted to many film and television companies but were rejected.

Have you forgotten that feeling? Were you complacent at that time, hating that no one had the insight to know the pearl, and that there was no talent? After experiencing that kind of past, how could you still be so contemptuous of a script handed over by a young man? Is it possible?

Did it take ten years for a daughter-in-law to become a mother-in-law and turn into that fierce mother-in-law?"

These words were like a mallet hitting Fang Zhengfei's heart, and his face turned red with embarrassment...

"Wang Muyan and I came all the way and didn't even have time to drink a sip of water or eat a sip of rice. Now let's go to the restaurant downstairs to eat. After you finish reading the script, call me." After saying that, Lin Bufan put the business card on Fang Zhengfei's side.

In front of me, "If you don't fight, I will assume that you don't like the script."

After saying that, he took Wang Muyan downstairs.

After the two left, Fang Zhengfei stared blankly at his laptop.

When they arrived at the restaurant downstairs, they ordered food and prepared to start cooking. From morning to noon, neither of them had eaten.

"Bufan, what if Fang Zhengfei doesn't call you?" Wang Muyan asked worriedly, "Wouldn't our trip have been in vain?"

"Don't worry, after reading that kind of script, he will be shocked."

"Are you that sure?" Wang Muyan curled her lips and said with a smile.

"Of course."

"I never thought you had so many talents."

"There are many things you can't think of." Lin Bufan chuckled.

In the room, Fang Zhengfei was still immersed in writing tomorrow's announcement plan, but there was always an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He still took the laptop, "I don't believe he can write any good scripts..."

With angry thoughts, Fang Zhengfei started watching "Hong Kong Island Journey".

Time passes slowly...

In the blink of an eye, it was 40 minutes later.

Fang Zhengfei was seen standing on a stool with both legs, holding a notebook in both hands, with a look of shock and excitement on his face, "This script is so good, so good, such a novel zombie theme, and the characters are so fleshed out. If this is made into a movie, I will definitely

It was a huge hit at the box office.”

Thinking about my own "Yin Yang Road" series again, when placed next to "Hong Kong Island Journey", it is dwarfed by the big one, and the pattern is completely different.

Fang Zhengfei was so shocked that he didn't even bother to put on his coat and rushed out of the room...

In the restaurant on the first floor.

Wang Muyan and Lin Bufan have already started eating dessert.

"It's been almost an hour, why haven't I called you yet?" Wang Muyan became anxious.

"Why are you so anxious? He might run downstairs now." Lin Bufan said calmly while eating the cake.

"You are so confident."

"There is a reason for confidence. Look back and see if that running person is Fang Zhengfei."

I saw Fang Zhengfei running towards the restaurant.

Soon he ran up to the two of them.

"This script is so exciting, with novel themes, rich characters, and very upright views. It will definitely be a big hit and even win awards." Fang Zhengfei said with excitement on his face, "Mr. Lin, you are really amazing."

Then the three of them returned to the room, and Lin Bufan explained in detail the content and techniques of filming "Hong Kong Island", including the background and makeup, as well as the actions of the zombies.

Fang Zhengfei was holding a pen and a small notebook at the moment, with a pious look on his face, like a student, recording down all the key points that Lin Bufan said.

Also talking about interest, Lin Bufan talked about another apocalyptic movie - "Snowpiercer".

When the global temperature drops to minus 100 degrees, there is only one train in the world equipped with a perpetual motion machine that is driving back and forth. There are three classes on the car: the poor, the rich, and the train manager.

The poor people lived in the last few carriages of the train and ate skin cakes made from pressed cockroaches. Finally, they rose up and headed towards the carriages in front.

Fang Zhengfei's hand quickly recorded that it was the first time he had heard such a creative idea, and the conflict was fierce, and the background was the end of the world.

Unknowingly, it was past 8 o'clock in the evening. Lin Bufan got tired and said, "Let's stop talking today."

Fang Zhengfei stood up and bowed, and said sincerely: "The students have been taught today. There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the people. Mr. Lin, you can open a school to teach screenwriting classes."

Lin Bufan was originally an educator, training class teacher, and principal, so storytelling is more logical and interesting than ordinary people.

Fang Zhengfei's level was indeed childish in front of Lin Bufan.

"You've thanked me, Director Fang, can we finalize our affairs?" Lin Bufan asked.

"Yes, absolutely yes. I will bring the team to Shanghai tomorrow. We will open it wherever you want." After saying that, Fang Zhengfei thought of something and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Wang, I

I don’t understand why you want me to go to Shanghai to hold a press conference so much?”

Lin Bufan smiled and said, "You finally asked this question. Well, I'll tell you..."

Anyway, the mystery will be solved soon, and Lin Bufan did not hide anything from Fang Zhengfei.

He told the whole story exactly as it was.

"Because your movie, Director Fang, has the same concept as our current Haunted Mansion Cultural Village. Your holding a press conference in the Haunted Mansion Cultural Village is good for you and us. It's like wine and beautiful women complementing each other."

Fang Zhengfei patted his thigh and said, "Mr. Lin, you are such a talent. You can think of all this. I am also very interested in what the escape room you are talking about is."

"When it opens, you can go and have fun. It should bring you happiness." Lin Bufan said with a smile.

"Okay, Mr. Lin, from now on all my films will be released in your cultural village. How about we form an alliance?"

"That's the best. Thank you so much!"

"No, no, no, I should be the one to say thank you. To be honest, my creativity has been exhausted in the past two years. After listening to Mr. Lin's words, I feel like I can do it again."

Shanghai Jinyao Hotel.

Heipi lowered his head and told what happened to Di Lin Bufan and Wang Muyan.

"That guy is really difficult to deal with." Heipi said aggrievedly.

"The purpose of the person who bumped into you was to stop you from continuing to follow you. Don't you understand this?"

"Boss, you mean that he is Lin Bufan's man?"

"Yes!" Wang Chenfeng stood up, squinted his eyes, and murmured to himself, "It will be half a month soon. What do they want to do when they leave the city at this time?"
Chapter completed!