Wife, please behave yourself.

Chapter 24 I took it

After leaving the flower shop, Liu Changcun hailed a taxi.

After getting on the bus, he told the driver his destination and then sat down in his seat without saying a word.

Liu Changcun has already made the worst-case scenario plan.

It's not hard to tell from the phone call from An Zhaoran that there must have been a problem during the script submission process.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be that we couldn't explain things clearly over the phone and could only communicate smoothly in person.

The bookstore's reforms today have yielded substantial profits.

At first, Liu Changcun underestimated the purchasing power of primary school students.

In just one morning, the bookstore lent out more books than it had in the previous months combined.

After all, most of the blind boxes he prepared beforehand were just consolation prizes.

After winning the consolation prize, the group of children almost all used the library coupons he had prepared in advance, thinking, "Why not?"

Pay the deposit and borrow the books.

In just one morning, his wallet was much fuller.

Returning the books later is fine. If you bring extracurricular books to school and they are confiscated by the teachers, then you don't need to get your deposit back.

The cost of newly acquired books is not high, after all, in this day and age, the price of genuine books is still relatively high.

The success of the new bookstore model has given Liu Changcun a little more confidence.

Even if the script's internal submission is unsuccessful, he can still gradually live a good life by accumulating funds.

Adults often feel obligated to honor the promises they make.

Since he had already made a promise to his children, Liu Changcun was determined to keep it no matter what.

The taxi is driving on the road.

The scenery rushing past the window overwhelmed Liu Changcun; it was the first time he had ever really looked at the world properly.

The year 2006, as he remembered it, was already a very vague memory from his previous life.

Looking at the streets outside the car window now, a sense of absurdity arises spontaneously.

The buildings are familiar yet strange; even though I'm in this world, I feel a sense of unreality.

It's like watching a period drama; as a participant, he is familiar with the future, yet he also harbors strange expectations.

We arrived at our destination shortly after, and after getting out of the car, I received the change from the driver.

The security guards at the entrance were strictly on duty.

Liu Changcun took out his phone and dialed An Zhaoran's number.

After the other party answered the call, they asked a question and, upon receiving confirmation that Liu Changcun had arrived, asked him to wait a moment.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Changcun stood in front of the building.

About two or three minutes later, a figure with a ponytail came into his view in the distance.

Upon arriving at the gate, An Zhaoran's assistant, a girl named Ma Qianqian, kept looking around.

Looking around, she spotted the man waiting immediately.

They were not far apart, so she could clearly see the other person's face.

She had been out in the blazing sun, and her breathless breathing from running all the way here suddenly stopped.

As someone who works at a television station, Ma Qianqian has seen many handsome men.

Whether it was a news anchor or a male celebrity who occasionally came to record a program, those men who were considered good-looking by ordinary people were instantly forgotten when she saw Liu Changcun waiting quietly in front of her.

He's very tall, so for Ma Qianqian, who's only a little over 1.6 meters tall, she has to look up at him.

Broad shoulders, a tight, narrow waist, and a dark shirt with the cuffs of the forearms rolled up.

The loose-fitting suit trousers looked exceptionally stylish against his straight legs.

Needless to say, his face was also a problem.

He was clean-cut and had a very standard, well-proportioned appearance.

After holding her breath for a while, Ma Qianqian finally came to her senses and hurriedly took a couple of breaths.

Then, swinging her arms, she jogged over to the waiting man.

I tilted my head back and took a closer look.

"Please, please follow me."

Hearing the woman in front of him stammer, Liu Changcun had already noticed Ma Qianqian's approaching figure.

The other party didn't even ask for my name, so how did they know I was the person they were looking for?

There was a large crowd waiting in front of the television station building.

Seeing that the other party was about to lead him into the TV station, Liu Changcun, worried that he might be mistakenly connected to the wrong person, asked.

"Did An Zhaoran send you to pick her up?"

"Yes, Ran asked me to come and pick you up."

"How do you know it was me?"

Following the departing figure, Liu Changcun looked back at the other waiting strangers.

When the man behind her asked her a question, Ma Qianqian stumbled.

Fortunately, he managed to maintain his balance in time, thus avoiding making a fool of himself in front of others.

I turned around and took a quick, discreet look.

Seeing Liu Changcun's calm expression, she didn't know why, but suddenly lost the courage to continue looking him in the eye.

With a slight blush, she lowered her head, the image of An Zhaoran asking her to help pick someone up after receiving a phone call not long ago flashing through her mind.

Holding the phone he had just hung up, he calmly replied.

He's tall and handsome; you can easily recognize him.

"..."

There is no name, and no specific description of appearance.

With such ambiguous words, Ma Qianqian hurriedly left the studio to pick up the person.

Ignoring the man's questioning gaze, Ma Qianqian stole another glance at him.

Liu Changcun was observing his surroundings.

The blush on her face deepened.

Ran-jie was right after all.

It's really easy to recognize.

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"Wait a moment, Ran-jie and the others will be here shortly."

Ma Qianqian led Liu Changcun into a room, and as soon as they sat down, she heard him speaking.

Before he could respond, the other person fled the room as if escaping.

Only Liu Changcun remained seated.

they?

This short sentence caught Liu Changcun's attention, implying that An Zhaoran was not the only one among the people coming later.

Upon receiving the call, I rushed to the TV station, initially thinking there was a problem with the script submitted internally.

But now it seems that things are not as simple as he had imagined.

The script is of acceptable quality.

Although the later version of "The Temptation to Go Home" aired on Hunan TV was a remake, its adaptations to local conditions made the series very popular back then.

After arriving in this parallel world, Liu Changcun searched for all sorts of TV series information online.

Although various types of dramas are flourishing, many popular TV series have never appeared in this world.

"The Temptation to Go Home" is such a classic, not because the plot is particularly novel or outstanding, but simply because this drama can easily evoke the emotions of the viewers.

Revenge dramas have remained popular for a long time, and even the short dramas that will become popular in the future will basically maintain this underlying logic.

If the beginning is frustrating enough, the revenge plot will be incredibly satisfying for the viewer.

What exactly was the problem that made An Zhaoran call him specifically to come over?
Unable to find a way out of his predicament, Liu Changcun was still analyzing the situation when the sound of knocking on the door and then pushing it open caught his attention.

Looking up, the first thing you see is An Zhaoran in a business suit.

The other person was followed by an ordinary-looking man.

He has a 55cm build, short hair that's too big to grab, and wears black-rimmed right-angled glasses; he's the kind of ordinary person who would be hard to notice in a crowd.

The two entered the room one after the other.

Holding a coffee, An Zhaoran approached Liu Changcun, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

He raised his right leg and placed it on top of his left leg.

With her free hand, she gently smoothed the hem of her skirt, which covered her knees, to ensure that not a single glimpse of her skin was revealed.

He placed the coffee cup he was holding on the table, just about to introduce Liu Changcun to the person next to him.

However, her keen eyes noticed that the table in front of the man was completely empty.

He frowned.

Didn't they bring you coffee?

"No." "That Ma Qianqian... she's such a reckless person."

An Zhaoran muttered something under her breath, and the coffee cup she had just placed on the table started moving again.

It moved toward Liu Changcun and stopped in front of him.

"..."

Liu Changcun is indifferent to coffee; to be precise, he has no interest in any drink that can suppress drowsiness.

He doesn't care whether he drinks it or not, but if there's any, he'll force himself to take a couple of sips.

However, he didn't have the perverse pleasure of drinking things that other people had already drunk.

In his previous life, his girlfriend caused quite a scene because Liu Changcun refused to drink the leftover milk tea.

Liu Changcun dislikes saliva.

He never even used his tongue when kissing her.

The thought of sticky, gooey saliva made him feel nauseous.

"No, thanks."

The coffee cup on the table was returned to An Zhaoran.

This action seemed to have caught the woman off guard. She fell silent for a moment and looked at the calm and composed man beside her.

"I haven't drunk this before."

"That's fine."

He reached out and took the coffee cup back, then picked it up and took a sip.

The coffee has a very authentic flavor upon entry; the coffee at the station is indeed quite good.

An Zhaoran glanced at the man beside her.

She increasingly felt that the Liu Changcun in front of her was not the same as the boy in her memory; more than ten years had made him seem like a completely different person.

The harmonious atmosphere between the two made the ordinary man a little awkward.

He shouldn't be here; he should be under the table.

"let me introduce."

A hand that clearly had never done housework was raised and used to lift Liu Changcun, who was close to her.

An Zhaoran began to introduce.

"This is Liu Changcun, the writer of the script 'The Temptation to Go Home'."

"Teacher Liu, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The man breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stood up to greet Liu Changcun politely.

Seeing this, Liu Changcun also hurriedly got up to respond.

After the two of them sat back down, An Zhaoran turned her gaze back to him.

He began to introduce himself.

"His name is Rupert Hoogewerf, the director of this project at the station."

"Director Hu, I've heard so much about you. I often watch your works."

As usual, let me boast a bit; Liu Changcun is quite skilled at this kind of business.

As soon as he said that, the other two people in the room fell silent.

Sensing something was amiss, Liu Changcun glanced discreetly at An Zhaoran beside him.

"He used to be in charge of animation, and this is the first time he has taken over the production of a TV series."

"..."

There are also clear class divisions within the directing world.

Movies are at the top, TV series are in the middle, and animated films are at the bottom.

It's quite obvious that Rupert Hoogewerf is one of the lowest tiers of directors.

Seeing the two people staring at him, Liu Changcun, who had been silent, gave an awkward smile.

"It's not funny to say, but I actually watch a lot of cartoons with my kids."

"I see. I thought Teacher Liu was just flattering me. By the way, do your kids enjoy the animations I direct?"

"..."

Liu Changcun roughly understood why the other party was only an animation director.

How did someone with such keen eyesight get into the entertainment industry?

"I'm so happy, the kids love watching it."

"hey-hey……"

Hu Run, who looks honest and simple, was a little embarrassed after being praised by Liu Changcun.

Seeing that Liu Changcun had almost charmed Hu Run into becoming an embryo with just a few words, An Zhaoran, who was always paying attention to the man beside her, became increasingly curious.

Liu Changcun has changed so much these days.

Perhaps marriage really can change a person's personality. At this moment, An Zhaoran is even more grateful for her choice not to get married.

After all, Liu Changcun is the best example right in front of us.

Look at how badly that woman Lin Wanran has tormented him.

"Simply put, the station thinks your script is okay, and besides, our station has no experience in filming this type of television program."

Most of the TV dramas produced by this station are period dramas.

While some family dramas from the last century became hits, most were lukewarm at best.

With the widespread use of television sets, almost every household can enjoy watching TV during their leisure time.

The popularity of variety shows has led various TV stations to follow suit.

Nowadays, the station has added a lot of variety shows, so it hasn't paid much attention to the development of TV dramas.

Although Liu Changcun's script was excellent, the station's senior management only thought the drama was somewhat interesting, but not enough to warrant investing too many resources in its production.

The fact that a director who had never filmed a TV series before was put in charge shows the level of importance attached to it.

An Zhaoran naturally noticed this as well.

That's why he called Liu Changcun, claiming that he needed to meet to discuss the matter in detail.

"So as the scriptwriter, you need to go to the filming location to oversee things. After the filming crew pays you, you'll get a share of the profits after the TV series airs."

An Zhaoran's face showed apology, as if this was not the outcome she wanted.

In her opinion, the script was certainly good, but Liu Changcun, an outsider to the entertainment industry, had no experience in filming television dramas.

Not to mention that the director appointed by the station this time is a third-rate director who has only directed animated films.

The station practically made it clear that they weren't optimistic about it.

As an old classmate, An Zhaoran really wanted to help, but some things are not up to her to decide alone.

The three people inside the room each had a different emotion.

As Rupert Hoogewerf, who was accepted into the TV series, was essentially getting a promotion, so he should naturally be happy.

As the creator of the script, Liu Changcun began to think after hearing these words.

Seeing this, An Zhaoran disregarded the presence of outsiders and began to dissuade Liu Changcun directly in front of the other party.

"You don't necessarily have to submit your script to our station. Hunan TV would be a perfect fit for your script; they specialize in making these kinds of romance dramas."

After a pause, completely oblivious to Hu Run's increasingly crumbling expression, An Zhaoran continued speaking to the man beside her.

"As long as the script is approved, it will definitely fetch a good price."

"..."

"Liu Changcun, what are you still hesitating for?"

The woman's words reached Liu Changcun's ears without missing a single one.

The other party's concern was clearly no longer just advice from an old classmate, but rather a consideration of the pros and cons from Liu Changcun's perspective.

After finishing his thoughts, he looked at the other person and noticed the worry on An Zhaoran's face.

I picked up the coffee in front of me and took another sip.

What is the profit-sharing ratio?

"Ok?"

"I understand now, what percentage I will receive if the film is successfully released."

"It's still unclear, but after deducting all costs, it shouldn't be lower than 73%."

"Is it at least 30%?"

Liu Changcun put down his coffee cup, repeating it softly.

Looking at Hu Run's dazed expression not far away, he circled around and finally fixed his gaze on An Zhaoran.

Seeing the worried look on the woman beside him, Liu Changcun's calm expression finally changed.

A smile appeared on his face as he answered clearly.

"I took it."