Director Zhang touched a few sparse beards on his chin, "I agree with your idea. This is definitely a brand new script, but I have reservations as to whether we students made it up by ourselves."

   "Would you like to let the students come over? I am very familiar with Zhou Minghua. His level will never reach this level, but it may happen in case of a flash of inspiration." Teacher Wu pondered over and over again.

   "Let's inquire first and then talk about it. Baobuqi is really a work of his inspiration." Director Zhang's educational thinking is still based on cultivating and protecting students.

  He directly disagrees with the risky approach of directly contacting students.

   "Okay then, I'll call him over for a side question." Teacher Wu called Zhou Minghua after finishing speaking.

   "Student Zhou, come to the department office."

   Zhou Minghua immediately put down what he was doing after receiving the call, and arrived at the office in less than 10 minutes.

  "Hello, Teacher Wu, and Director Zhang." Zhou Minghua pushed the door open and came in.

   "Squad leader Xiao Zhou, what do you think of the graduation project handed in this time?" Teacher Wu pulled a stool for him to sit down.

"This time there are 32 students in our class, and all of them submitted their own works, including 24 romance scripts, 6 costume scripts, and 2 special ones, one is mine, the other is Liu Min's, at my level Look, they are all pretty good." Zhou Minghua said honestly.

   It is quite difficult for him to judge and choose one, two, three from this pile.

   "Then what do you think of your own work?" Director Zhang interrupted.

   "Mine? Director, to be honest, my works are relatively traditional. The themes of love and family-country war are themes that ordinary directors definitely don't like, but my starting point is very good."

   Zhou Minghua's script is based on the theme of modern warfare. Of course, because of Boss Yang's negligence, no one else has read it except him.

   "Are you so confident?" Teacher Wu winked. Zhou Minghua has been his homeroom teacher for the past four years. If something goes wrong, he will bear the blame.

   "I'm a soldier brought out by you and Director Zhang, so I still have some confidence." Zhou Minghua scratched his head and said with a smile.

   "Just a casual question, isn't this annotating your script, just to ask your monitor's opinion." Teacher Wu told Zhou Minghua to go back.

  After Zhou Minghua left, Teacher Wu continued, "Director Zhang, maybe he really wrote this script. War, love, family and country, isn't this the grand theme expressed in "Heroes"?"

   "Let me think about it again, tomorrow, let's discuss it tomorrow." Director Zhang finished speaking and left the office with the script.

  ...

  In the evening, in the printing shop, Boss Yang was still reading the script of "Heroes" repeatedly.

   "If this script is made into a movie, it will be great, but you have to meet a good director to express the essence of the script." Boss Yang held the script of "Hero" and said to himself.

  If nothing happened to him back then, he might be a member of the director circle now.

   "Isn't that Xiao Zhou's classmate? Xiao Zhou's side!" Boss Yang shouted towards the street outside.

   "Old Yang, I just asked you to print something." Since being called to the office by Teacher Wu in the afternoon, Xiao Zhou has been feeling uneasy.

  Although Mr. Wu didn't ask directly, he could feel that Mr. Wu and Director Zhang were asking questions about his own script.

  Hesitating again and again, he was going to read his script again from beginning to end.

   "Didn't you delete my script? Give me another copy." Zhou Minghua asked.

"It's been deleted a long time ago. I'm afraid that your works will flow out of my printing shop. If that's the case, I will be guilty of a big crime. Every time I print it, I will directly clear it. The computer also has a restore wizard. You are I couldn’t find it even if I wanted to.” Boss Yang explained.

   Doing this is not only protecting the students' works, but also protecting themselves.

   "Here, here's another copy, print it out for me, I'll get it later." Zhou Minghua explained a few words and left.

   "Xiao Zhou is really promising!" Boss Yang turned on the computer, found the script file and chose to print it again.

Eh?

  This is different from the last script!

   War of the Roses? Xiao Zhou wrote a new script in a few days?

   Isn’t this efficiency too high?

  Boss Yang chose to print two copies while speechless.

  Keep a copy for yourself and give the other to Xiao Zhou.

  Boss Yang picked up the thick script and looked at it happily.

  Two hours later, Boss Yang finished reading.

  This feeling... a little uncomfortable!

   "War of the Roses" is also an excellent script, but compared with "Heroes", the gap is too big.

   "War of the Roses" is more like a work written by beginners to test the waters, while "Heroes" is completely a masterpiece written by an old craftsman himself.

  Boss Yang sighed after thinking for a long time, maybe Xiao Zhou is suitable for writing ancient costume scripts.

  The next day, early morning.

  Director Zhang came to Feng Zheng's residence with the script of "Hero" that he had studied all night.

  As Feng Zheng's old friend for many years, others don't know where Feng Zheng lives, but he knows it all.

   "Mr. Feng...is you at home?" Director Zhang knocked on the door.

   "Come in... You old boy also came to see my jokes?" Feng Zheng smiled and opened the door. After two days of sinking, he finally figured it out.

  I am quite old, but I am still serious about this kind of thing, and I have lived to the dog.

   "I don't have that much time to spare. Take a look at this." Old Zhang sat on the sofa in the living room without changing his shoes.

   "Is this a script? Do you think I'm in the mood to read this now?" Feng Zheng wondered why, and retracted his outstretched hand.

   It is impossible to say that the defeat of "Tianji·Dwelling in Fuchun Mountains" did not affect him.

   "Just do me a favor, I owe you a favor, okay?" Lao Zhang said solemnly.

   "Help me to see, with your years of experience in the industry, help me to see who wrote this script."

  Feng Zheng looked at the big words "Graduation Project" written on the cover of the script, and couldn't help feeling warm.

  Lao Zhang’s methods of comforting people are always ingenious, forget it, just take a look.

In fact, he blamed Director Zhang wrongly. The big characters of the graduation design were printed by Boss Yang of the text printing shop. At that time, Boss Yang complained about Xiao Zhou’s sloppy classmate. a cover.

   "Sit on the sofa and wait for a while, I'll go to the study to read it soon." Mr. Feng is serious about his work, since he promised to help read the script, he naturally won't rush into it.

  Then...Director Zhang sat for a whole morning, drinking ten cups of tea alone.

  Director Zhang got up several times and wanted to go to the study, but he held back out of respect for Mr. Feng.

   Nearly 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Zheng returned to the living room with bloodshot eyes, clutching "Heroic Script" tightly.