Jun Lii looked at her smile, inexplicably feeling a bit of indulgence as he curled his lips.
"Little fox, probably thinking of so new ways to deal with Song Hui and his wife!"
Sure enough, Yan Yueqing slowly started speaking, "Director Tang, after everyone finishes recording, we’re supposed to shoot a video morial, right?"
"Yes."
"Then, during the shooting of the morial video, can we shoot another short drama? I’ll give you a simple plot setup, you choose the actors, no need for too complicated filming techniques, as long as it resonates with the audience..."
Director Tang caught on to sothing, "Yueqing, how urgently do you need this?"
"Very urgently, it would be best if it can be done in the next two days."
"Alright, send the outline, and I’ll see how I can present it as quickly as possible based on the story?"
Yan Yueqing said, "Let first tell you about it over the phone..."
She narrated Song Xiaoyu’s story in a simple and straightforward manner, deliberately omitting the part about appearing on a reality show.
As Director Tang listened, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, "How can there be such heartless biological fathers? The adoptive parents who took in the little girl aren’t any good either! Yueqing, this plot isn’t difficult to shoot, I also have plenty of material from previous shoots in impoverished mountain areas that can be used. After I find the actors and post-production is done, I could give it to you the day after tomorrow."
"That’s good."
After she hung up the phone, Jun Lii finally spoke up, "You want to make Xiaoyu’s story into a film, so that netizens are ntally prepared before releasing this video?"
"Correct," Yan Yueqing felt he was quick on the uptake, "Song Hui and his wife like to set the rhythm on the internet, don’t they? I’ll show them what real rhythm is!"
In the face of absolute facts, even the most powerful influencers can’t set the rhythm!
They have no justification, and after oppressing Xiaoyu for so many years, how could they leave easily?
Yan Yueqing leaned on the sofa, her long eyelashes hanging down thick and dense, casting a shadow over her eyelids.
Although there was a smile on her lips, one could clearly sense that her mood was far from good.
"I am not a saint; I cannot return evil with kindness. Before... Sister Mansheng wanted to use money to shut Song Hui and his wife up, and I sowhat disagreed! They are insatiable people. Xiaoyu grew up to the age of seven without receiving a single day of normal treatnt from them!
To them, Xiaoyu was nothing more than an attachnt to that five hundred thousand... There were three kids at ho; even though treating Song Xiaohua’s illness consud quite a lot of money, it’s not like it would have depleted all of the five hundred thousand, yet they were unwilling to spend even a tiny fraction on Xiaoyu! Doing so can only show how little they cared about Xiaoyu.
Looking at Xiaoxiao, I roughly understand what it’s like for a child to grow up spoiled in love. Xiaoyu should have been like her! What happened instead? Aside from her eyes, where in her whole body is there a trace of a little girl’s appearance?"
Thinking of Xiaoyu when they first t, the slim little girl had traces of farm work all over her.
Especially her hands, the old calloused skin had purplish-red sores on them.
During their chat, the simple girl still said cheerfully, "Sister needs to improve her health, the fish in the lake are fattest in early spring. Mom and dad sent to catch fish to stew soup for sister, she really likes drinking it."
Song Xiaohua likes drinking fish soup, so she is sent by her parents to catch fish in the water, and she doesn’t complain even a bit?
As if it were to be expected?!
Yan Yueqing took a deep breath, "For seven years, if only they had been a bit nicer to Xiaoyu, I wouldn’t have had such a big issue with them! After doing so much evil, they still want to exploit Xiaoyu? Dream on!"
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