Chapter 512: Chapter 281: Crushing Zhao Mingyuan’s Psychological Defenses, The Script’s Deadly Blow_2
Lost in thought, he suddenly heard so noise from the room. Turning his head, he saw that Xu Qingyan, the carefree guy, had finally woken up and was yawning beneath the air conditioner.
Gan Wenchang said, “You’re awake? The surgery was very successful, and you’re now a girl.”
Xu Qingyan paused, then truly looked down at his manual gear shift.
“You didn’t sleep at noon? Got water in your brain?”
“I didn’t sleep at noon; I was looking at your manuscript.” Gan Wenchang raised the manuscript in his hand, “Tell the truth, what were your feelings when you read Zhao Mingyuan’s script at noon?”
Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan paused and pondered.
...
“Nothing special, just average.”
Gan Wenchang sighed, “If you had shown your hand this early, I might have laughed out loud at noon.”
In the afternoon.
Zhao Mingyuan arrived late, just a bit earlier than the leaders present, and before entering, he specifically glanced at Xu Qingyan.
But he received no response; Xu Qingyan rely glanced at him.
Feeling ignored, Zhao Mingyuan approached with a hint of a smile, “What did you say this morning, Brother Xu, that discussing seniority is aningless? Do you still think so now?”
Xu Qingyan thought for a mont, then turned his head to respond seriously.
“Idiot.”
Zhao Mingyuan: “…”
The leaders took their seats, and as usual, said a lot of pleasantries, which made people want to sleep.
“Let’s see whether one is a donkey or a horse by taking it out for a stroll, Brother Xu, you may begin.” Director Fang lifted his hand, still smiling, “Every bride has to et her in-laws eventually.”
Xu Qingyan didn’t show much reaction and distributed the scripts one by one.
Zhao Mingyuan was the first to open the script and couldn’t help but sniff disdainfully when he saw the title. What era was it, still churning out such abstruse stuff.
After reading for less than five minutes, his expression instantly turned serious. As he read further, his heart started beating faster, fearing that there was sothing not quite right about the script.
It wasn’t just Zhao Mingyuan; the expressions of the others changed as well. So were pleasantly surprised, so had corner of their mouths slightly upturned, so looked stiff.
He Guojin’s expression was also worth seeing; halfway through, he deliberately looked up at Xu Qingyan, assessing for a while before a lot flashed through his eyes.
The script was similar to what he had been studying, and he could see many similarities. As for building anticipation, the script nailed it by being perfectly paced.
After introducing a defeat, there were quite a lot of light-hearted jokes. However, at a cursory glance, the overall tone was sad, and his gut told him that all these characters were going to die.
Director Fang, who had been all smiles all day, also put away his Buddha-like smile after a few glances at the script, taking glasses out of his bag and putting them on.
Suddenly, the eting room fell silent, save for the rustling sound of pages turning.
A good work captivates, and good dialogue resonates. Facts proved that “My Battalion Chief, My Regint” taken from the film archives really hit the mark.
About an hour later, Gan Wenchang planned to get up to go to the bathroom. Looking around, he saw that no one else had moved, and he felt like ants were crawling on his skin.
He had already read the script at noon, with just a small part left. Over the past hour, he had finished reading the remainder fluently, only to discover…
It ended, that darn Xu Qingyan hadn’t finished writing it at all.
He was done reading, bored with nothing to do, wanting to go out for a bathroom break and a smoke. But with the current vibe, Gan Wenchang felt uncomfortable, no, why wasn’t anyone moving?
Dang, could all your prostates be that enduring?
Seizing the mont, Gan Wenchang stealthily glanced at Xu Qingyan. That darn guy was propping his head up, seeming to think deeply about a particular line in the script.
In reality, Gan Wenchang knew that darn guy was falling asleep!
Unbelievable!!
Just as Gan Wenchang was about to mock, he glanced at Zhao Mingyuan and noticed his face looked even worse than a burnt rock. He was twisting uncomfortably in his seat, restless.
Heh.
Finally, an old leader couldn’t hold it any longer and decided to go to the toilet to relieve himself.
One led to two, and Gan Wenchang took the opportunity to stand up and walk over to Xu Qingyan. He gently pushed him, and when the latter looked up in confusion.
He didn’t speak, just mid smoking, greatness needs no words.
The two got up and left, turning to look at the eting room, where more than half of the people remained seated. They continued reading the script without looking up, slowly turning the pages.
Once outside, Gan Wenchang couldn’t help but say.
“Impressive.”
Xu Qingyan waved it off, “It has nothing to do with ; I just wrote what needed to be written.”
Gan Wenchang found this strange but didn’t think much of it. He took it as Xu Qingyan being modest, saying that he had simply brought back traces of the Expeditionary Army that they hadn’t managed to leave behind.
“It’s still impressive, you didn’t see Zhao Mingyuan’s face, it was like…” Gan Wenchang was very animated, venting the frustration he had felt for days.
He had never seen Zhao Mingyuan act so pretentious, always talking about seniority.
Before he could finish, Zhao Mingyuan ca out of the eting room. Gan Wenchang instinctively stopped talking, looking at Zhao Mingyuan with a face full of surprise and doubt.
The latter saw them too and adjusted his stiff expression to co over and greet them.
“Brother Xu…”
Xu Qingyan looked at Zhao Mingyuan, puzzled.
“Who’s Brother Xu?”
He even turned to Gan Wenchang, “Do you know who Brother Xu is?”
At that, Zhao Mingyuan’s half-extended hand froze in midair. His face once again turned stiff as a mooncake, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Gan Wenchang enjoyed the scene, playing along.
“No idea, Brother Xu.”
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