Under the watchful eyes of Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan, Huang Da’s message popped up.
[Boss, does the quality of today’s script need to be reviewed again? 】
When Zuo Ziliang saw this news, he sat upright instantly. Ye Lan, on the other hand, closed his mouth and stopped talking.
“Isn’t this coming? Ask him if there is any feedback from the speech therapist?”
Zuo Ziliang was emotional, Ye Lan frowned and glanced at him, but still entered as he said.
Huang Da replied:
several people all reported to our operation that something was not right with today's script. ]
Zuo Ziliang asked: “How many are there?”
[Several, I didn’t ask specifically. ]
Zuo Ziliang waved his fist in the air and shouted: "Nice!"
Then, he turned his eyes to Ye Lan: "How do you say it?"
Ye Lan remained silent and typed on his mobile phone: [Ask the operation to send me a screenshot of the chat record fed back by the speech therapist. Want every one. ]
Huang Da replied: [Oh, okay. 】
Zuo Ziliang raised his eyes and looked at her with a sneer: "What? You won't give up until you reach the Yellow River?"
Ye Lan closed the phone screen and said, "I just don't want to cause any misunderstanding."
Soon, a screenshot of the chat history came from Huang Da.
There are 7 screenshots in total, 7 speech therapists, all using their own voices to question the script this time.
There were even two people who hit the nail on the head and asked if the script writer had been replaced.
After seeing those screenshots, Zuo Ziliang assumed a winner's posture and straightened his body.
"Did I win? The facts have eloquently proved that I was right. The Little Prince's script is just different! Our speech therapists are great! They are keen on literature! Their level of appreciation is commendable!"
Ye Lan sweated on his forehead and cut out words on his mobile phone: [Why don't those speech therapists give feedback in the group? 】
Huang Da said: [Aren’t the large group of little princes also there? Maybe they were a little embarrassed to ask directly in the group...]
After a while, Huang Da asked: [Do you want to tell Teacher Little Prince? If it's hard for you to tell me, I'll do it. 】
Ye Lan paused for a moment and typed on his mobile phone:
【No need. This script was not written by the little prince. ]
There were only two punctuation marks sent over there: "?!"
... Putting down the phone, Ye Lan fell silent.
Within 30 minutes after the script was sent out, the file was downloaded only about a hundred times, and 7 people raised questions.
There must be more people than this number who really have doubts in their hearts, but they just didn’t speak out out of various considerations.
And the seven speech therapists questioned it from different angles, some pointed out that the styles were different, and some bluntly stated that the level of the script this time was not good.
No matter from any angle, this shows that there is indeed a gap between Cheng Xing's manuscript and The Little Prince, a gap that is visible to the naked eye.
Zuo Ziliang asked: "What else do you have to say?"
Ye Lan didn't speak for a long time, biting his lips and tapping his chin lightly with his fingers. It took a long time before he said, "Is the difference really that big? Why can't I see it?"
Zuo Ziliang sneered: "You can't see that it's your problem. Did we just agree? I'm willing to admit defeat."
Ye Lan sighed: "I'm willing to admit defeat. But I still can't figure it out. Cheng Xing is a writer who has published a book! Where did you find the scriptwriter? Isn't he really a Mao Dun Literature Award writer?"
"There are so many things that you can't figure out, just think about it yourself."
Zuo Ziliang used the winner's privileges and strode out of the door. Before going out, he looked back at Ye Lan and said:
“Oh, I almost forgot, at least there is no problem with your direction. Again, as long as you can find a script writer with the level of the little prince to come back, I will welcome you back at any time.”
After Zuo Ziliang left, Ye Lan also checked out. She left with Cheng Xing who was just waking up from a dream. On the way, she said slightly apologetically:
“I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
Cheng Xing had been in a transparent state just now, but now he seemed to have just risen from the sea after diving, and said:
"It's okay, sister, I am indeed not good enough and my ability is limited."
Ye Lan said: "Don't talk about yourself like that. I still believe in your strength. The main reason is that the person he hired, Mr. Zuo, is too magical. I don't know. Why do you say the level is high..."
Cheng Xing's face changed and he said, "That person is very high."
Ye Lan was stunned: "Huh?"
Cheng Xing said, "Sister, do you have that person's contact information?"
Ye Lan smiled bitterly: "That person is a relative of Mr. Zuo, and he is the only one who has that person's contact information. Why, do you really think that person is of high standard?"
Cheng Xing said solemnly: "If any of Mr. Zuo's relatives have such writing skills, then I don't need to engage in literature, I will just do it Just find a piece of tofu and hit it to death."
He stretched out his hand and made a swimming gesture and said, "When I read it just now, I felt like I was completely immersed in it. This is a wonderful reading experience. Sister Lan, have you experienced that?
"Generally, it is difficult to enter this state. You often need to make a pot of tea when you are very comfortable, sit comfortably on the sofa, and quietly turn the pages of a book to feel the deep dive. As a result, I was randomly thrust into a batch of scripts and entered this state while sitting in the private room of Shang K. You said Isn’t it wonderful?
“He is really...a very special writing style and writing style that I can’t describe. I feel so happy just looking at these scripts. I can’t imagine...what do your users usually eat?
Ye Lan was stunned for a moment and said, "According to you, is he really a Mao Dun Literature Award writer?" But I heard Zuo Ziliang say that this person has never even published his works! ”
"Never published?" Cheng Xing was very surprised for a moment, but soon he nodded and said, "It makes sense. If he has published works, then I should know about it. But among the writers I know so far, none has his writing style."
He lowered his head and thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Sister Lan, can you get all the scripts he has written? I want to read them carefully. Let’s study.”
Ye Lan said with some surprise: “Of course you can! I’ll find it and send it to you when I get back. If you can imitate this style and write this feeling, I will definitely support you in becoming our script writer.”
When Cheng Xing got home, Ye Lan packaged the script and sent it over early. It was more than 200 KB in total. After downloading, he opened the folder and found documents named with dates neatly stacked up in a dazzling array.
Cheng Xing sat in front of the computer, wiped off the dust on his Ningzhi Static Capacitor 890 keyboard, and moved his fingers vigorously.
As Zuo Ziliang judged, although Ye Lan is a very attractive woman, her level of literary appreciation can only be said to be terrible.
Therefore, she could not realize how heavy this small compressed package of more than 200 KB was. She also couldn't realize that this thing shouldn't be leaked to anyone easily.
When Cheng Xing heard that the little prince had never published any works, the only thought that filled his body was that sentence -
- Let the whole world know who the little prince was when he uprooted the baobab tree. The whole world must witness that such words were born.
He has no intention of plagiarizing other people’s works. He just wanted to convey this feeling. He wanted to restore the shock he felt when he first saw the script of The Little Prince and pass this shock on to everyone.
He wanted the name of the little prince to uproot the baobab tree to be resounding in the literary world.
This is the most primitive human emotion, simple and strong. Like Prometheus, he just shared the stolen fire while it was hot, without having time to think about the vulture pecking him.