"Su Yumian! Are you listening to me?"

With a "bang", Tang Lin threw a stack of documents on the table.

Su Yumian was startled, stopped her twisted fingers, raised her head in fear, and said stutteringly: "I've listened to it, what about the costume drama of power scheming..."

"Two projects, you only heard this?!" Tang Lin stared at her indifferently, "One is an IP with an explosive popularity, and the other is a documentary designated by the state. Two major projects run at the same time. I believe this will become an opportunity for our group to come forward!"

Su Yumian nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice: "Boss, you're right."

"Go." A woman wearing glasses next to her sneered disdainfully, "What a bad leg."

Su glanced at her and said lightly: "That's not, Teacher Tang is my mentor after all."

Jiang Wenyu rolled her eyes behind the thick lenses: "Then are you still wandering?"

Su Yumian was choked and could not refute.

She was indeed leaving the ball just now. She was not supposed to be leaving the ball at the project discussion meeting, but she didn't control it just now. Just before the meeting, she browsed a circle of popular Weibo and accidentally saw a calligraphy video forwarded by the big Vs.

The person holding the pen in the video has fair and slender fingers, and a string of wooden beads on his wrist, without any other decorations, giving people a clean and refreshing feeling. This person just wrote a few words on rice paper, and it was already over ten thousand times for reposting on Weibo.

Su Yumian felt a little suffocated at the time.

The blogger's name is "Yidao", and she is certified by a young calligrapher on Weibo.

She used her toes to know that this "Yi Lao" is that "Yi Lao", the Yi Lao she knew.

Before watching the video, Su Yumian clicked into the comment section: "It turns out that it's the Bodhisattva Man again."

"Teacher Yi likes Bodhisattva Man very much?"

"I also like Bodhisattva Man! Wei Zhuang is my favorite poet!"

"The thin gold body is really beautiful, ahhhhh... happy!"

Su Yumian glanced a few times, then quit Weibo, pursing her lips in a little annoyed, not knowing where she was wandering.

Later, she was caught by Tang Lin and was beaten up.

Tang Lin is the leader of the screenwriters of their group A, and is also the master who brought Su Yumian into the film and television literary circle. As the lyricist in the group, Su Yumian has been making money by writing lyrics for songs and living on the food and clothing line in City B. After she met Tang Lin, the work she received became richer, such as film and television scripts, comic scripts, etc., and she took everything.

This discussion was mainly aimed at arranging two brand new projects.

One is a costumed TV series with 40 episodes, with the main writer Tang Lin and Su Yumian taking on the lyrics of the theme song and interlude. The other is the documentary Tang Lin just mentioned.

It is said that the company's leaders have been fighting for a long time to get the opportunity to cooperate with Guoshi. Guoshi is responsible for shooting the documentary, and the company is responsible for producing the cultural and creative team to complete the construction of all literary scripts.

Although Su Yumian does not need to write an IP drama script this time, she is mainly responsible for the literary scripts in documentaries.

Tang Lin repeatedly emphasized that the General Administration and the China Television and the Company attach great importance to this documentary. We must not make any mistakes. We must do our homework in advance and we must not write these commentary incorrectly.

Su Yumian took the documentary project documents and glanced at them, and put them in the folder.

After the meeting, Su Yumian slowly packed up his things.

Jiang Wenyu pushed her glasses, and she still had the disgusting expression just now: "Su Yumian, the company is carrying out many projects at the same time now. If you can't write, just say it earlier. Don't drag our team down."

Su Yumian grinned: "I just can't write it, I just want to hold back. What can you do to me?"

Jiang Wenyu's face turned blue, she slammed the door and left in anger. She suddenly turned her head and said sarcastically: "If you have any problems, tell me earlier and don't delay until the end, it can't be solved before crying."

Su Yumian paused for a moment, looked at Jiang Wenyu's back as he left straight, and smiled embarrassedly.

Jiang Wenyu is a very serious literary young woman. She is strict with herself and will complete all tasks meticulously. She can't stand Su Yumian's writing attitude of casually waiting for inspiration, so the two of them have always been inconsistent and are often quarrels about each other.

But this colleague with a bad attitude was the most careful one. Only she could see that Su Yumian was distracted at the meeting, so she would take a step later and say such things to Su Yumian.

The words are not very nice, but they are a typical "Jiang Wenyu-style motivation method".

Su Yumian has experienced real malice, so she is very clear that such a person has no malice.

Su Yumian was the last to leave the conference room. Just as she was about to lock the door, Tang Lin called him.

"Xiao Su, have you left?"

"Not yet, I'm about to leave."

"Do you look at the documentary's proposal report in the conference room?"

Su Yumian returned to the conference room and found a stack of documents on the chair where Tang Lin had just sat: "Yes there."

"Please give it to Mr. Zhou. I'm on the way to kindergarten. It's too late to pick up Tiantian. Please give it to you."

"Mr. Zhou? Is the one I thought of?"

"Nonsense! There is only one President Zhou in the whole company!"

Su Yumian was stunned for a moment, and saw that there was no one around, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Tang, who is the boss of the entire company, would he be a little bit of a big deal?"

"Did you forget what I told you just now?" Tang Lin tsk, "This documentary is very important. President Zhou has to personally check every link."

——But the audience doesn’t like to watch it.

Su Yumian didn't dare to say it, so she hung up the phone and ran to the president's office.

Chuangyi Entertainment is a large company, with film, television and songs involved in many aspects, and has many first-line celebrities in these three fields. A small employee like Su Yumian has a very low presence, and the screenwriter and lyricist are not used for the company to work, so she has never seen Boss Zhou.

Arriving at the retro dark lacquered wood door, Su Yumian took a deep breath and reached out to knock on the door.

No one answered.

Su Yumian knocked a few more times before the word "六" came from the door.

She pushed open the door and saw a handsome and tall man standing by the table, with black hair just reaching her eyebrows, revealing her obsidian-like eyes.

Su Yumian was stunned, and adrenaline soared wildly.

The man looked straight at her, and there seemed to be an abyss hidden in his eyes, making people confused.

——She could recognize this face that turned into ashes.

The comments on the Internet are "Who looks more handsome than him is not as good as him, and who writes better than him is not as good as him." This is the person, Yidao.

Su Yumian subconsciously pulled the door handle and closed the door with a "bang".

The man's face was blocked behind the wooden door.

Su Yumian stood there in a daze, motionless, but his appearance still appeared in front of him.

He was wearing a thin, medium-length black jacket with crane patterns on it. The wind from the window lifted the hem, and a crane was flying in the wind.

Su Yumian saw that jacket on the Weibo of the fashion blogger. It was very valuable. When the bloggers wore it, they seemed to become an unrestrained middle-aged young man in the second dimension, but she didn't expect that this jacket could actually make people look... the fairy-like style.

When these four words popped out of my mind, Su Yumian was shocked.

After not seeing each other for seven years, has this person's temperament been cultivated like this after long-term calligraphy practice?

Su Yumian pinched the documents in her hand and hesitated whether to knock on the door again.

She closed the door just now, and now she knocks on the door again. Isn’t it a slap in the face?

And it seems that he is the only one in the room... Wait, why is he in the president's office? What about General Zhou?

Before Su Yumian could figure it out, the wooden door in front of him was pulled open, and the clear aura of the other party came over.

She raised her foot and was about to run away.

Yi Liao grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear: "Su Yumian, how do you treat your old classmates?"

His voice was low and warm, and the breath he exhaled was spreading on his ears, and Su Yumian's body became stiff.

"What a coincidence, Yidao..."

Su Yumian greeted him with a low level.

Yi Liao let go of her wrist and made a "please" gesture: "Mr. Zhou will be back later, you can come in and wait." But his eyes seemed to be saying: You have offended me, and if you don't come in, I will stare at you to death.

Su Yumian sat on the sofa at the president's office a little nervously.

Yi Liao poured her a glass of water, sat next to her, glanced at the documents in her hand, and asked, "Are you an employee of Chuangyi?"

"Yes." Su Yumian felt a sense of oppression inexplicably. She sipped her mouth and was shocked. "I wrote lyrics when I was a writer and was learning to become a screenwriter."

"Cultural and Creative Department?"

"yes."

Yi Liao lowered his head thoughtfully, looked at Su Yumian twisting his fingers uneasyly, and suddenly laughed, but he smiled without any warmth: "Are you afraid of me?"

Su Yumian was slightly shocked, stopped his fingers and pretended to be calm and said, "No, I just felt quite surprised. I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Zhou, my uncle." Yi Liao looked into her eyes, as if he had said the second half on purpose, "I may come to the company often in the future."

Su Yumian widened her eyes, digested this relative relationship, and then nodded obediently: "Then welcome you."

Yi Liao smiled again when he heard this. This time the glacier in his eyes melted a little. He was about to speak when boss Zhou came back.

As soon as Zhou Bo entered the door, he saw Yi Zhan laughing. He was stunned and thought he was dazzled. What was his eldest nephew doing? He was sitting so close to the other girl. Could it be... flirting with girls?!

Zhou Bo has the urge to take out his cell phone to call his sister. Your son, the ten thousand-year-old iron tree, seems to be about to bloom!

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was coming, Su Yumian quickly stood up, left Yijie, handed over the document, and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I am Su Yumian from Cultural and Creative Group A. This is the proposal report that Teacher Tang Lin asked me to hand over to you."

Zhou Bo nodded and threw the report on the table: "Thank you for your hard work."

"President Zhou is polite, then I'll leave first."

After Su Yumian left like a runaway, Zhou Bo touched his chin and thought: "Have I seen this little girl somewhere?"

Yi Liao returned to his usual expression, leaned on the sofa, and said lightly: "My high school classmate."

"Oh..." Zhou Bo's eyes showed a light of gossip, trying his best to maintain the reserved tone of his elders, "Su Yumian, is the little girl in "The Bodhisattva Man"."

Yidao doesn't want to talk.

Zhou Bo continued: "How do you pronounce that word? 'Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, tourists only meet the old Jiangnan. The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted..."

"Uncle." Yi Liao finally couldn't help but interrupt Zhou Bo, "Don't you handle the work first? The report is on the table."
To be continued...