My sisters drove me away, and now they are crying and begging for my forgiveness?

Huangtian Entertainment, 22nd floor.

The secretary took Lin An to the vice president's office, knocked on the door and left.

"Please come in."

Lin An pushed the door open and walked in.

Huang Wan'er's office is very big. I had to walk around a screen and inside to see Huang Wan'er sitting behind the desk.

"Mr. Lin, you are here."

Huang Wan'er had finished the meeting and was waiting for Lin An in the office. When she saw Lin An coming, she walked over to greet him naturally.

"Mr. Huang, excuse me, I want to discuss a cooperation with you."

Lin An's "no" to coax the girl was just like "beating around the bush" to express his intention directly.

Huang Wan'er really likes Lin An's style of doing things. He is straightforward and straightforward. This is also her way of doing things. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it ends. She doesn't want to waste the other person's time. She chuckled and said, "Mr. Lin, please take a seat. Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Tea."

Huang Wan'er dialed the internal line: "Two cups of tea."

Soon, the office door was pushed open again.

The secretary came in with two cups of tea, one for the guest Lin An and one for the boss.

After the secretary left, Huang Wan'er said, "I know you'll come to see me, but are you here to discuss another collaboration?"

Lin An took out a sheet of music and handed it over: "This is the new song that Miss Hu Die from your company requested."

What Hu Die wanted was the theme song of a TV series, so she sent the TV series script to his email last night.

This is a fantasy drama. The script is a high-quality work, and the theme song adds icing on the cake, making it an even bigger hit.

Lin An thought of the songs in "The Legend of Sword and Fairy".

I was so inspired that I wrote it down quickly.

Huang Wan'er looked at the music score, with an expression of admiration worthy of Feiyu on her face: "It was written so quickly?" It seemed like it only took overnight.

After a while, she put down the music score and said, "Mr. Lin is very talented."

Lin An smiled: "Mr. Huang, you are too kind."

At this point, the first step of the negotiation was successful.

"Mr. Lin, I admire your talent, but if the collaboration Mr. Lin wants to discuss is this song, I would prefer to buy it from Mr. Lin."

Huang Wan'er didn't say it so clearly, but expressed her thoughts first.

Lin An knew that if he just talked about these things, Huang Wan'er would not care at all.

"Not only that, what if I want to work with Mr. Huang on a movie?"

Huang Wan'er was stunned: "Mr. Lin wants to enter the entertainment industry?"

"Mr. Huang, I only work behind the scenes."

Lin An had no interest in being on stage and was only focused on enjoying being behind the scenes.

"Mr. Huang, this is the script."

Lin An took out a few printed papers and handed them over.

Huang Wan'er took it but didn't rush to read it: "Mr. Lin, aren't you afraid that I will disagree after reading it? You know, many scripts nowadays are similar."

Lin An still smiled: "Since I took it out, I trust Mr. Huang. Besides, this is just a single copy. Mr. Huang is sure that I can't write more?"

This sentence is quite arrogant.

Considering Lin An's talent, Huang Wan'er could hardly say anything against it.

She flipped through the paper in her hand, which was the script of the first ten episodes of a Qing Dynasty palace drama.

When preparing to discuss cooperation with Huang Tian, ​​Lin An was thinking about what kind of work could convince Huang Wan'er. He could see that Huang Wan'er was very influential in front of the big boss Zhou, and even had more social connections than Zhou.

It was the fantasy script sent by Hu Die that gave him inspiration.

He has looked up the Qing Dynasty palace dramas in this world.

I found out there are only two and the ratings are extremely low.

Because of the failure of these two films, directors no longer dare to try Qing Dynasty palace dramas easily.

In Lin An's view, this is a market with great potential.

It is also the stepping stone for his cooperation with Huangtian.

But due to time constraints, he only wrote the first ten episodes.

While I was distracted, Huang Wan'er had already finished reading.

His eyes were filled with the shock that Lin An wanted to see.

"Is Mr. Huang satisfied?"

Huang Wan'er's expression was complicated: "I don't deny that your script looks good, Mr. Lin, but a TV series is not just about having a script."

"There are very few Qing Dynasty dramas on the market at present, and the audience is limited." Lin An interrupted her, "The audience is limited because the scripts are not good and the filming is not good. Mr. Huang should be very clear that Qing Dynasty dramas have great feasibility in the current market."

Huang Wan'er hesitated for a moment.

Everything has risks, but risks also represent benefits.

Thinking of this, she solemnly extended her hand to Lin An: "Mr. Lin, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Coming out of Huangtian, Lin An was followed by Huang Wan'er.

"Mr. Lin, you can contact me directly after the script is completed."

"it is good."

In the car, Lin An put the contract signed with Huang Tian on the passenger seat, took out his cell phone and called Cheng Yilin.

"Teacher Feiyu."

At this time, inside a high-end restaurant.

Cheng Yilin came here to attend a class reunion. When she received a call from Lin An, she jumped up in surprise.

In an instant, he calmed down amidst the strange looks of the crowd.

"Are you busy? Then I'll call you later."

Lin An heard the noise on the other end of the phone and was about to hang up.

"No...ah, what are you doing?"

"Yilin, Yunfeng is talking to you. It would be rude of you to answer the phone without replying."

"Besides, we finally got together and you're here answering the phone. You really don't take us seriously. Do you really look down on us old classmates now that you've entered the entertainment industry?"

A woman's sarcastic voice came from the phone, mixed with Cheng Yilin's voice.

"Li Qian, give me back my phone."

"I won't return it, what can you do to me?"

"Li Qian, this is a call from my teacher. It's really important. Please return the phone to me."

"What teacher? Everyone knows that you didn't even go to college. Don't tell me you're a high school teacher."

After saying that, a laugh came from the phone.

"You...I won't attend this party. Give me your phone."

Cheng Yilin was anxious and angry, her eyes were red.

Seeing that she was really angry, a male voice slowly sounded.

"Li Qian, stop joking with Yilin and give her the phone."

The man stood up from the main seat, took the phone from Li Qian and handed it to Cheng Yilin.

Cheng Yilin's eyes were red, she didn't even look at him, she hurriedly took the phone, and found that the interface showed that she was still on the call.

She breathed a sigh of relief and immediately walked out with her cell phone.

"Irene."

A hand held her.

"It's not easy for everyone to get together. We haven't seen each other for a long time. If you leave like this, everyone will be unhappy."

Cheng Yilin was a little hesitant. It would be a lie to say she didn't miss her classmates when she saw them again.

But Li Qian really annoyed her.

However, looking at the interface that was still on the call, Cheng Yilin shook off Qi Yunfeng's hand.

"I'm going to go out and take a call first, and come back in later."

Hearing this, Qi Yunfeng's unhappy expression because of being thrown away gradually eased, and he said in a gentle tone: "Okay, I, we will wait for you."

Li Qian watched this scene, and the hatred in her eyes went straight to Cheng Yilin.

"Teacher Feiyu, I'm sorry."

Outside the box.

Cheng Yilin apologized nervously into the phone.

Lin An didn't ask her what happened.

"It's okay. I just want to tell you that I'm going to set up a studio. Do you want to come?"

Cheng Yilin was excited and overjoyed: "Yes! Of course! Teacher Feiyu, where is the studio? I can go there anytime."