Lin Chaoyang said modestly: "You're welcome. I don't know much about movies. What I just said was just a joke."

"My words are not polite." Li Hanxiang laughed heartily and said, "Mr. Lin, I would like to invite you to be the screenwriter of my new movie. What do you think?"

Li Hanxiang's invitation did not go beyond Lin Chaoyang's expectations. He just talked about the topic of drama adaptation into movies, which was more like a test to test Lin Chaoyang's knowledge of film creation. Obviously he was very satisfied with Lin Chaoyang's answer.

Lin Chaoyang glanced at Shi Kuan. Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Hanxiang asked, "What worries does Mr. Lin have?"

Shi Kuan also spoke up and said: "If Comrade Chaoyang has anything to say, you can just say it. We are all our own people."

Lin Chaoyang nodded and said: "I have two questions. One is the content of the script. Director Li is the director, and you must be the one to check the script of the movie, but I have a habit of writing scripts and don't like to have the script changed.

Small revisions are OK, but major revisions are not.”

Lin Chaoyang's words made Li Hanxiang fall into silence. In his nearly 40 years of filmmaking, this was the first time he heard that a screenwriter would not let the director change the script.

He didn't know what Lin Chaoyang meant by "minor repairs and minor changes", but he knew that as long as such a condition was put forward, it would definitely not be a fuel-saving lamp.

What good screenwriter wouldn't let the director change the script?

He couldn't help but glance at Lin Chaoyang, and saw only the words "young and energetic" on Lin Chaoyang's face.
Chapter completed!