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Chapter 508: 280: It's Me, What About It? (Gentle and Easy-Going Version)_2
Chapter 508: 280: It's Me, What About It? (Gentle and Easy-Going Version)_2
Chapter 508: Chapter 280: It’s Me, What About It? (Gentle and Easy-Going Version)_2
This world really is outrageous, these sons of bitches and what they raise.
But after confirming that the other party was a bunch of oddballs, Xu Qingyan fully relaxed. With no psychological pressure, the attack could begin, with everyone maintaining their refined and amiable demeanor.
It seems the other side thought the same, with the leaders not having arrived yet. Only two groups were squaring off, might as well keep to the principle of being refined and amiable, since there was nothing else to do.
Zhao Mingyuan spoke up again, addressing Xu Qingyan opposite him.
“As far as I know, Little Brother Xu, you seem to have never engaged in screenwriting work before? I’m very doubtful, can an outsider like you really handle it?”
“So what if I have experience?”
“What experience?”
“Not telling you, so what?”
Zhao Mingyuan was on the verge of spitting blood, and his lackey next to him couldn’t hold back, saying with a displeased face.
“We’re all colleagues here, can’t you talk a bit more seriously, young man?”
“Not serious, so what?”
At this, not only Zhao Mingyuan and his entourage were stunned, but even Gan Wenchang, who was next to Xu Qingyan, felt awkward, tapping his toes on the ground and looking up to the sky.
Crap, what a kindergarten quarrel.
Gan Wenchang was initially worried that Xu Qingyan’s explosive temper would lead to some unpleasant remarks about the opponent’s mother. In reality, such pre-competition banter was meaningless and could easily give the other side a handle to exploit.
Who would have thought it would turn out to be such a cringeworthy affair, rendering the opponents speechless.
“Is that all you’re going to say?”
“So what?”
“With your attitude, what kind of script can you write? It couldn’t possibly be ghostwritten, could it?”
“Wrote it myself, so what?”
After a few exchanges, the other side was completely defeated. No matter what they said, Xu Qingyan clung to his “so what?” retort, ending each sentence with it.
They failed to provoke the other side’s temper; instead, they were nearly driven to break down themselves and had no choice but to give up.
Xu Qingyan crossed his arms, adopting an indifferent stance. He wasn’t at all surprised by Zhao Mingyuan and his group’s behavior, believing that those who paraded their virtue often did evil.
Before long, there were signs of movement at the door. Everyone turned their heads to look; several leader-like figures walked in, including He Guojin.
Ji Shi’an followed at the rear, grinning from ear to ear. He’s no easy task, a director who is both capable and a bit cunning.
Zhao Mingyuan immediately stood up upon seeing this and walked towards the first plump leader. The facade of indifference to fame and fortune vanished as he displayed an enthusiastic smile.
“Director Fang, hello, hello, I’m Zhao Mingyuan.”
“Oh, Little Zhao, right? How’s your teacher’s health these days?” The plump leader was affable, shaking hands with Zhao Mingyuan without any pretense.
Dressed in a dark jacket suitable for early spring, beneath which was a thermal shirt bulging at the belly, Director Fang looked comfortably casual.
“My teacher is quite well, but he always worries about your health,” Zhao Mingyuan said with a smile, “and he keeps saying he’d like to have you over to his house when you have the time.”
“Haha, work keeps me busy,” Director Fang parried the invitation with a laugh. A meal invite would never happen at an event like this; it was a matter for private discussion.
Zhao Mingyuan laughed, even glancing at Xu Qingyan. Qingyan appeared nonchalant, merely standing up without any chance to converse with anyone.
Actually, Xu Qingyan had no intention of conversing with anyone.
He Guojin was not one for ostentation; before sitting down, he glanced at Xu Qingyan. Their eyes met, nodding at each other as a form of greeting.
Ji Shi’an didn’t react much either, just smiling at Xu Qingyan.
The group took their seats, and it was only then that Director Fang seemed to remember Xu Qingyan. He naturally knew that today there were only two scripts to choose from, and the purpose of the seminar was simply to opt for one.
“This comrade here must be Xu Qingyan, right?” Director Fang said cheerfully, looking to Zhao Mingyuan, “You arrived early; have you exchanged views with each other?”
Xu Qingyan responded and glanced at Zhao Mingyuan.
“We’ve spoken, quite friendly.”
“Oh, it seems you’ve hit it off well.” Director Fang looked around and laughed heartily, “That’s good, friendship first and competition second.”
After finishing his words, Director Fang looked to Zhao Mingyuan to ask as usual.
“What do you think of Comrade Xu?”
Typically, Zhao Mingyuan could have just made some polite remarks. After all, this would score some positive impressions, but it wouldn’t be decisive.
A couple of pleasantries would have been harmless.
However, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly made a comment, “Comrade Xu is too young, probably just starting in this business. In the field of screenwriting, without a mentor and years of honing, it’s hard to produce any decent work.”
Xu Qingyan was taken aback and looked incredulously at Zhao Mingyuan, wondering whether he had murdered his father or his mother to warrant such a comment.
Alright, alright, you son of a bitch.
“Oh? Is that so?” Director Fang turned to Xu Qingyan, still smiling, “Little Xu does look quite young. Do you have any previous works?”
“That’s right, Director Fang,” Xu Qingyan started, “creativity doesn’t depend on age or time but on the work itself. Some people might start early and rely entirely on copying.”
“Now that we are at this juncture, I feel that talking about one’s qualifications is meaningless.”
At this, Zhao Mingyuan felt the prick from the word “copying”, suddenly standing up and staring at Xu Qingyan for a moment, forcefully suppressing the swear words that came to his lips.
“My story is original! It’s normal for screenwriters to take inspiration from each other. Comrade Xu, if you don’t understand the industry, you shouldn’t speak recklessly.”
“Ah? Brother Zhao, you copied?” Xu Qingyan acted puzzled, then immediately laughed and said, “No worries, let’s just pretend others copied from you.”
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