Rant Show: I Angrily Criticized a Million Parents

Chapter 491 Dare to call Zhou Yang a little brat?

"The extras are also crucial this time!" Zhou Yang said very solemnly.

Sitting in the chair, Zhang Yi nodded and said, "We need quite a few actors!"

Just as everyone was having a heated discussion, Chen Tianhe walked over from the other side.

“This part of the script isn’t quite right. Changing the two plot lines like this would make it even better!” Chen Tianhe confidently suggested to everyone.

Zhou Yang took the script and examined it carefully. He frowned and said, "The plotlines about the Inner Mongolian brothers and the successful landing of the spacecraft don't fit together at all! It's a forced combination; it absolutely won't work!"

Chen Tianhe dismissed it, saying disdainfully, "I'll be in charge of directing this film! I'll put my heart and soul into it! I don't need industry newbies interfering!"

"Director Chen, please remember that the collective interest is paramount! Overestimating yourself will lead to disaster!"

Zhou Yang's gaze turned cold and resolute, radiating an unusually indifferent aura.

"What do you know, you little brat? I made changes to better showcase the work!"

"This is disrespect for originality!" Zhou Yang said coldly.

This was the first time someone had dared to call him a little kid.

If the other person is a young person, he will directly beat them up.

Chen Tianhe scoffed, didn't continue the argument, and turned to leave.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yang's eyes, but his expression returned to calm the next second.

The directors, none of whom dared to offend these two, silently went to their chosen filming locations to begin their work.

Mr. Ge was also present, and Zhou Yang personally went to greet him.

"Mr. Ge, I've heard so much about you!"

Ge You smiled kindly and said, "Zhou Yang? I've also read many of your works. I should be the one paying tribute to you!"

"It's such an honor! I look forward to a pleasant collaboration!"

Then Geyou changed his clothes, and everyone took their positions.

Zhou Yang sat in front of the camera and shouted, "Hello, Beijing! Scene 1, Shot 1, Action!!"

A group of children were playing football, surrounded by a bustling crowd, and a middle-aged man named Zhang Didu, with his bald head gleaming, moved among them.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

"Don't let him take the ball! Stop him!"

"come on!"

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

Zhang Di skillfully weaved through the children, snatched a ball from one of them, and expertly kicked it far away.

"Go and finish your homework!" he commanded.

"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to tell me what to do?" a child retorted indignantly.

"Do you know who my father is?" he demanded.

"I don't care who your dad is! Go play somewhere else!" Zhang Didu kicked the ball away with one foot.

With a shiny bald head and sunglasses that make him cooler than anyone else!

Then, he turned around and saw a teenager tidying up his belongings.

"Dad!" the child cried out.

"Here! This hat is nice, let me borrow it!" He put the child's hat on his own head.

"I don't need yours! Here!" Zhang Di picked up the black bag in his hand, humming a little tune, "duang~"

The bag was opened, and inside was a brand new pair of shoes!

"To help you, as an Olympic volunteer, to excel even further!" he said.

“Give it a try!” he urged.

The child didn't look, but just waved his hand and said, "Don't try it on, the size is wrong. I wore size 41 last year."

"Then I'll get you a new pair!" he offered.

"No need! My mom has already bought me several pairs!" the child refused.

My mom said

"What did your mother say?" Zhang Di pressed.

“My mom said, as long as you can take care of yourself, that’s all that matters!” the child continued without turning around. “It wasn’t me who said that, it was my mom!”

Zhang Didu was burning with anger. He put his hands on his hips and roared, "What does this mean! Are you looking down on me?"

He gently pushed the items on the table aside a little, his voice slightly impulsive: "My mother and I have separated, but you are still my child!"

Suddenly, items scattered all over the floor, drawing strange looks from the surrounding staff. "Oh dear!"

The son looked at it, then reluctantly tidied up the things. "Dad, don't make things worse! Go and do your own thing."

Zhang Didu, wearing a hat and sunglasses, bent down to help tidy up.

"These were gifts for your birthday, right? How did they get like this?"

He picked up something. "This is what you said."

He suddenly became alert, "Hey! Don't take pictures! Don't take pictures!"

"Wait! Stop!" he said hurriedly.

"You're taking pictures of the car, not the person!" the traffic police officer pointed out sternly.

Afterwards, Zhang Didu told his son that he was leaving to attend a company meeting.

"The leadership fully affirmed the achievements of our second branch in the previous stage and hopes that all drivers will continue their efforts and carry forward the excellent corporate culture."

Zhang Didu arrived slightly late that day, cautiously peeking in and then quickly slipping inside when the opportunity presented itself.

"During the Olympics, we will provide attentive service and uphold the principle of honest operation! We will not let down the trust our superiors have placed in our branch!" As the leader was giving his speech, he noticed Zhang Didu quietly slipping in.

"Zhang Didu!" the leader called out.

"Yes!" Zhang Didu replied immediately.

"You're late again!" the leader said sternly.

Zhang Didu smiled and took out a piece of paper, saying, "Isn't this my donation for the Olympics?"

"How much did you donate?" the leader asked.

"I donated two hundred!" Zhang Didu said with a pained expression.

"Take the things out of your pockets," the leader ordered.

"Ah, this...isn't this...is this it?!" Zhang Didu pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.

"Distribute these playing cards to everyone, one card per person!" the leader instructed.

"What's the use of these playing cards?" Zhang Di asked, puzzled.

"Send them out!" the leader said with a smile.

Zhang Didu was immediately confused. What did this mean?

While Zhang Di was reshuffling the deck, the leader continued speaking: "To encourage everyone to be more actively engaged in their work, the management team has specially allocated us a ticket to the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games! This leadership team has always upheld the principles of fairness and impartiality!"

Wow~ This is a lottery!

"You draw a card too!" Zhang Didu picked up a card.

"Which lucky person drew the 2 of Hearts?"

"impossible!"

"How about Old Wang?"

"Neither!"

"Who is it? Has anyone drawn the 2 of Hearts?"

"Who?"

Zhang Di looked around but couldn't find the person who claimed to have drawn the two of hearts.

Who on earth is it?
The crowd protested, "Zhang Didu, how could this card be in your hand!"

"No way! Wow!"

"Ok!"