Name: My father Yuan Mu

The two brothers of the Wang family looked at each other after seeing his expression. They also saw each other's determination and knew that it was useless to persuade him. As the saying goes, they still had more of a cooperative relationship than a subordinate relationship.

If they really push the other party into a corner and they change jobs, it will be a huge loss for them.

"Well, since you've made up your mind, then go for it. If you need anything, just let me know. We've been friends for so many years, and I'll definitely help if I can."

"Okay, thank you."

While Feng Kuazi was trying to find connections to solve the problem, Yuan Zhihao was also busy. He planned to write a script as his first work. You have to let people see your strength before you can talk about the next things.

This script was an anti-Japanese drama that he loved very much in his previous life, "Bright Sword".

In his previous life, he didn't know how many times he had watched this TV series, and he had even read the original novel many times. Since his grandfather Zhou Zhennan was a soldier, the dramas he usually watched at that time were those about the war of resistance against Japanese aggression, which also made him like these dramas.

But for some reason, there was no novel called "Drawing Sword" in this life. He searched for it many times and asked others to find out, but there was no such novel. This gave him an opportunity.

Teacher Du Liang, I’m sorry.

The script written by Yuan Zhihao is not the novel version, because even if he wrote it, he would not be able to shoot the complete version, because the later stage involves the period when the wind started, which has a very bad impact. Even if his background is strong enough, it will not work. This is a matter of principle.

So the script he wrote was for the early stage, until the end of the awarding ceremony. He was very familiar with the TV series, so it took him less than three days to write the complete script.

After finishing the script, he first gave it to Zhou Zhennan to read. His grandfather is now old and likes to reminisce about the past. Although his script does not mention the real place names of that year, many of the battles were experienced by him personally.

"Grandpa, water the flowers." When Zhou Zhennan returned to his grandfather's place, he was holding a kettle to water the flowers in the house. Although he was over 80 years old, his ears and eyes were not deaf or blurry, he was in good health, and he enjoyed everything he ate.

"Hey, Xiaohao, how come you have time to come back today?" Zhou Zhennan put down the kettle and looked at Yuan Zhihao with a smile.

"Grandpa, I have nothing to do recently, so I wrote a script. Could you please give it a look?" Yuan Zhihao handed the script to Zhou Zhennan with a smile.

"Oh? You've only been at the Central Academy of Drama for a short time and you've already written the script? Okay, then I'll show it to you." Zhou Zhennan was quite happy. He took the script and sat on a chair beside him to read it.

"Drawing Sword, this is a good name, very grand!" Zhou Zhennan glanced at the title and praised it, then continued reading.

Yuan Zhihao was not in a hurry and just sat aside waiting quietly. He waited for several hours. During this time, Tang Zhenghua came to call him, but Zhou Zhennan did not respond.

Zhou Zhennan's expression was complex and changeable, sometimes smiling, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes worried, and finally his eyes were red.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Seeing that the other party had been watching for several hours, Yuan Zhihao was worried about his health, so he quickly spoke up to stop him.

"Ah?" Zhou Zhennan raised his head belatedly after hearing Yuan Zhihao's voice.

"Grandpa, you've been watching for hours. You can't watch any more. Your body can't take it anymore."

"What? Have I been watching it for several hours?" Zhou Zhennan looked incredulous.

"Yes, you see, I came back in the afternoon, and it's getting dark now." Yuan Zhihao pointed outside.

Zhou Zhennan looked outside and saw that it was already dark.

"I really wasn't paying attention. I was so engrossed in it. Xiaohao, did you write this?"

"correct."

"It's really well written. Although you changed the names of many battles, I can still guess which battle it is. I even remember the scenes from that year!" Zhou Zhennan sighed.

"Grandpa, I have been listening to your stories from the past since I was a child. Many of the battles in this novel are things you have experienced. I have always had this idea, and today I finally put it into action." Yuan Zhihao said with a smile.

"Okay! Okay! Then Xiaohao, why are you writing this script?" Zhou Zhennan had a vague guess in his mind.

"Grandpa, I'm thinking of pursuing a career in radio and television. Coincidentally, I've also minored in directing and screenwriting, so I'm thinking of making a TV series. I don't have any other experience, and the most I have are the stories you told me when I was a kid. I want to make them into a TV series. What do you think?"

"Okay! No problem!" Zhou Zhennan slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Grandpa, does this mean you agree?" Yuan Zhihao also became excited.

"I agree, of course I agree. Your script is so well written, it would be a waste if we can't film it and show it to the world!"

"There's no problem filming it, but Grandpa, in order to pursue authenticity, I want to use soldiers from the army as extras, and some props need to be provided by the army. What do you think about this?"

"No problem! There is no problem with the army, I will help you solve it. It's the director problem. Xiaohao, can you do it?" Zhou Zhennan frowned.

"Grandpa, to be honest, I really can't be the director. At most, I can be an assistant director. The director still needs an experienced director who has made war films to direct."

"Well, let's do this. I'll ask the art troupe and ask them to find an experienced director. Leave this script with me first, and I'll have someone send it over there tomorrow. You just prepare it, and we can start filming as soon as it's ready." Zhou Zhennan seemed even more anxious than Yuan Zhihao.

"Grandpa, why do I feel like you're more anxious than I am?"

"How can I not be anxious? My grandson wrote such a good script. What a pity it would be if it couldn't be filmed. Besides, I have to let my old comrades see how capable my grandson is. This is all the result of my education." As he spoke, the corners of Zhou Zhennan's mouth began to rise.

Yuan Zhihao looked helpless. After all this time, Zhou Zhennan still wanted to show off to his old comrades. However, his biggest goal was probably to let the world see the cruelty of the battle back then.

"Grandpa, even if you gather everyone, you still can't shoot it."

"Ah, why?"

"I don't have any money. I haven't raised any investment yet."

"Then I can't take care of this. You have to figure out the investment issue yourself. After all, you know that the army won't spend too much money to invest in filming TV series." Zhou Zhennan shook his head.

"Don't worry about the investment. I have my own way. But since you trust me so much and let me make this movie, aren't you afraid that I'll mess it up?"