"President Su! You can’t do this, so many people are looking forward to finding out the identity of the screenwriter. Haven’t you seen online? Loads of netizens are asking about it, not to ntion journalists and industry peers. I get dozens of inquiries a day, please, do a solid and just tell , or at least give a pseudonym or a pen na or sothing. We can’t seriously announce to the public that the screenwriter is Mr. Anonymous, right? Plus, I heard from Jiran that he seems to have a few more scripts, all without a credited screenwriter. It’s probably the sa person or team, isn’t it? President Su, we can’t go on with Mr. Anonymous forever, can we?"
Guo Zekai was really at his wit’s end. These days, everyone wants to be famous and once they are, a crowd forms around them. But with this screenwriter, they didn’t have a single clue, so the crowd could only turn to him, which gave him quite the headache. Especially a few of his peers who were also directors kept asking about the screenwriter, obviously hoping to find a good script to film. When he said he didn’t know, they all thought he was hoarding the good stuff and refusing to share, which made him want to shout his innocence but no one would believe him!
In truth, he himself could hardly believe it. What kind of situation was it where a show’s director didn’t know the screenwriter? But that was the reality, and there was nothing he could do about it!
Su Yanyi watched Guo Zekai’s impassioned plea and actually gave it so serious thought. The scripts and songs provided by the system, and even now the TV scripts and many other things, should have a unified na. Otherwise, she would face this kind of trouble in the future.
"The screenwriter’s na will be ’Perfect.’ If there are any questions related to the screenwriter, just co to ," Su Yanyi said after thinking it over. Since it was the Perfect Wife System that produced the scripts, the na ’Perfect’ seed fitting enough, certainly better than ’Virtuous Wife.’
"Perfect? The screenwriter’s pen na? President Su... you didn’t just co up with this on the fly, did you?" Guo Zekai couldn’t help but feel exasperated when he heard the na. It obviously wasn’t a real na, and it even sounded like the na of a costic product. Was President Su being haphazard to this extent!
"If you’re not satisfied, co up with one yourself!" Su Yanyi’s face hardened as she gave Guo Zekai a cold glance. He imdiately shut his mouth. Her Majesty the Queen’s look was terrifying—too much for the likes of him!
Qin Jiran watched on the side, amused but also curious. The screenwriter’s existence seed quite extraordinary. Could it be soone from the Su family? However, based on the Su family’s customs, even if it were soone from their family, they wouldn’t hide it so mysteriously—unless this person was not just from the Su family but a very special mber!
Qin Jiran guessed but suddenly found his thoughts sowhat amusing. In the end, what did it matter who it was? After all, everything was decided by Yanyi, and whatever it was, he was supportive.
Thus, the na of the screenwriter was settled. After the success banquet, Guo Zekai also released this information to the public. Then many people began the activity to search for this "Perfect" gentleman or lady, but after all the searching, it felt like this person was conjured from thin air, with absolutely no clues to be found. The only thing that was known for certain was that this "Perfect" screenwriter was very closely linked to President Su. It was likely that only President Su knew who "Perfect" was!
Since it was a celebration banquet, alcohol was bound to be present. This ti, Su Yanyi did not have any Hangover dicine, so she put on a cold, profound face. Besides Guo Zekai, no one dared to co to toast her. And even Guo Zekai, out of fear for Su Yanyi’s alcohol tolerance, rely helped pour the drinks. After toasting a couple of tis with her, he started drinking with Qin Jiran and a few other mbers of the crew.
Qin Jiran, though he also kept a cool deanor, clearly did not command the sa presence as Su Yanyi. Moreover, as a man and the male lead, he couldn’t escape so easily. Led by Guo Zekai, many people ca to offer him toasts, and Qin Jiran drank with a cold face, yet couldn’t help feeling sowhat helpless inside. Particularly when he looked at Su Yanyi’s eyes, there was a sense of grievance, as if asking why Yanyi would stand by and watch him drink without caring at all!
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