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Chapter 22 Father and son go into battle

Looking at Zhou Shulan's serious expression, Wu Yuchen finally understood why, and felt both amused and exasperated.

In my past life, I always urged him to find a partner and get married every time we met, but now he's incredibly wary of me. It's really...

"Mom, you've really misunderstood. I'm really not dating anyone!"

"Then why did you suddenly start learning to cook?"

"I..." Wu Yuchen felt really wronged. He just wanted to do his best to be filial to his parents, but how could he be suspected even for cooking a dish?

He now truly admires those time-traveling predecessors who could fool others when they transmigrated into other people's bodies, unlike him who was reborn into his own body and was so stupid that his mother kept interrogating him about such trivial matters.

Seeing Wu Jianping standing silently beside him, Wu Yuchen had a sudden inspiration: "Mom, you guessed right, I did go to learn how to cook, but not to find a girlfriend."

"What's that for?"

"It's for my dad!"

"Your father?" Zhou Shulan couldn't help but look at her husband.

Wu Jianping, who had been silent, was also stunned for a moment, and stopped chewing the food in his mouth.

He then swallowed his food in one gulp, widened his eyes, and asked, "For me?"

Wu Yuchen nodded, then smiled and said:

"Dad, do you remember what I asked you for before?"

"A favor to ask of me?" Wu Jianping thought carefully.

"You mean the novel writing and publishing thing?"

Wu Jianping remembered that his son had mentioned it to him a month ago, but he thought his son was joking with him.

"That's right! Dad, you ate the dishes I cooked, you can't just eat them for nothing, can you?"

Wu Jianping smacked his lips, then put down his chopsticks, thought for a moment, and said:

"Chenchen, it's not that Daddy doesn't agree to it."

This isn't a novel you can just write on a whim; long novels are too energy-consuming, and I don't have the ability to structure a story.

"Dad, you don't have the ability to construct a story, but I do!"

I'll tell you the story, you write it down, we'll collaborate, and then we'll even have a pen name: 'Father and Son on the Battlefield'!

Wu Yuchen clapped his hands and said.

That's right, Wu Yuchen didn't intend to write it himself, but wanted his father, Wu Jianping, to write it.

Despite his past as a soldier and seemingly rough around the edges, Wu Jianping is actually quite talented in writing. When he was discharged from the army and transferred to a publishing house, he chose from several companies himself.

Wu Yuchen at least admitted that his writing skills were nowhere near as good as his father's. He was at best an above-average writer; he could manage a screenplay, but he knew he couldn't write a captivating novel.

Sometimes this really depends on talent. The same story outline can be written by different people, and some people can write it in a lively and interesting way, while others can write it in a dull and boring way.

His father, Wu Jianping, was a skilled writer; his writing was realistic and delicate, and his character portrayals were incredibly vivid, possessing a simple yet comfortable style.

More importantly, his father was a soldier, went to the battlefield, even saw blood on his hands, and experienced a special era.

He wanted his father to write novels that were about to become popular in the market, such as "Bright Sword," "The Sky of History," and "Bloody Romance."

Having him tell the stories and having Wu Jianping write them down eliminates any concerns about inconsistent writing styles that might be considered plagiarism. Furthermore, Wu Jianping's life experiences allow him to write these stories with far more depth and flavor than Wu Yuchen could.

Compared to the effort and trouble of becoming a plagiarist himself, Wu Yuchen felt it would be easier and more fulfilling to train his father to become a famous writer!
And if this project succeeds, the money problem will be solved. To be honest, these days in China, making a movie, or even a TV series, might not be as profitable as writing a hit novel.

"You make up a story and I'll write it? Like father, like son fighting side by side?"

Wu Jianping was genuinely taken aback by his son's statement, then he smiled:
"Chenchen, I don't mean to discourage you, but the story of a long novel isn't so easy to construct..."

Wu Jianping knew his son's level perfectly well; his son had never shown any strong creative talent in his writing from childhood to adulthood.

"Dad, don't underestimate me. I just didn't take it seriously before. I happen to have a script I've written here. Take a look at my story and see what you think. If you think it's okay, then we can discuss writing a novel together!"

After Wu Yuchen finished speaking, he got up to get the script.

However, Zhou Shulan grabbed him again:

"Hey, hey, hey, can't we talk about this after we finish eating?"

Then Zhou Shulan glanced at her smiling husband and said to Wu Yuchen with a hint of resentment:
"Your mom has been cooking for you for nothing all these years..."

"Hey, what's the difference between what my son makes for me and what he makes for you? You get a piece of it anyway, and you're still jealous of me!"

Wu Jianping picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and tried to put it in his wife's bowl, but Zhou Shulan dodged the bowl away and pouted, saying:

"I have my own hands. Humph, you're just being hypocritical after getting the benefit."

Seeing this, Wu Yuchen knew exactly what his mother was thinking, and quickly piled several dishes into Zhou Shulan's bowl with his chopsticks.

Zhou Shulan's complexion improved, and she began to eat with relish.

Wu Jianping and Wu Yuchen exchanged a glance. Women!
After dinner, in the room, Wu Jianping finished reading the script for "Car 44" and stared at his son with a surprised look, asking, "Did you really write this?"

Although the story is short, it is well written. It is full of drama, tension, and thought-provoking elements, leaving a deep impression on the reader.

"Of course it's true! I've already filmed the movie, and I've been busy with this all this time. Next, there's post-production to be done."

"Dad, are you alright? We agreed on this before!" Wu Yuchen emphasized.

Hearing Wu Yuchen say this and looking at the script in his hand, Wu Jianping finally believed him when he talked about making a movie.

Wu Jianping looked at Wu Yuchen. His son had only been in college for two months. How could he suddenly be so capable?

Are universities really that good at teaching and nurturing students?
That's not right. My own workplace also hires college graduates every year. It's nothing special!
Wu Jianping thought about it for a while but still couldn't figure it out. He could only conclude that his son's talent might not have been discovered by them in the past.

Then Wu Jianping shook his head: "Chenchen, I can't help you with this. If you have this talent, you should write it yourself. Writing skills can be improved gradually. Just practice more and you'll come out on your feet."

Parents plan far ahead for their children, and Wu Yuchen naturally understood his father's meaning: if someone has talent and interest, they should develop and nurture it properly.

But Wu Yuchen knew he wasn't a genius at all, and pursuing a career as a writer would be a waste of time and effort.

"Dad, while both are forms of artistic creation, my ambition is to become a director rather than a writer!"
I want to focus more on studying directing rather than writing.

But now my inspiration has struck again, and I feel it would be a shame if this story wasn't created soon!

I'd like to quickly write it into an outline and a detailed outline, and then you can write it down.

Dad, I'm not joking, I'm serious.

Wu Yuchen looked at his father earnestly.

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