This city simulation game can affect reality.

"Mr. Chen, there's a man outside who wants to see you. He claims to be from the Yunzhou Drama Troupe."

That morning, as dawn broke, Chen Jun sat in his office, just about to begin his day, when he saw Lao Zhou push open the door and walk in.

"A drama troupe?" he yawned, somewhat curiously.

Aside from tourists, the resort rarely receives visitors directly.

Even if there is business to discuss, they will call ahead to make an appointment.

"This is the business card he handed me. He probably wants to discuss cooperation with you." Old Zhou placed a white card on his desk.

"Okay, I'm free right now, let's meet up."

Chen Jun picked it up and saw that the man's name was Zhuang Qingsong, and he was a playwright for the drama troupe.

As he got up and walked outside the office, a thin man wearing glasses immediately stepped forward to greet him: "You must be... Boss Chen?"

"it's me."

"Nice to meet you."

After a rather polite opening, Chen Jun led the other party to a nearby meeting room.

"I'm here today because I'd like to collaborate with your company on a project."

After taking his seat, Zhuang Qingsong went straight to the point: "I watched all of your beautiful teacher's live streams on Douyin. It's truly amazing that your company's woodworking class can train so many skilled craftsmen in such a short time."

"If Mr. Chen had seen my business card, he would know that I am a screenwriter."

"These past few days, while watching the woodworking class live streams, I've had a lot of inspirations pop into my head. I can't find peace of mind if I can't turn them into actual works."

"Both drama and woodworking are artistic pursuits, and I think that if the two were combined, it would definitely create a lot of tension."

Zhuang Qingsong's eyes gleamed, as if he couldn't wait to bring his artistic ideas to fruition.

Chen Jun understood what he meant; in short, it was just one sentence:

Zhuang Qingsong wanted to provide a script for the resort, and then have Li Qingxin and her students perform it as a puppet show.

"Uncle Zhou, what do you think about this?" Chen Jun didn't rush to make a decision, but turned his gaze to Old Zhou standing to the side.

"This is a good thing. It gives us another channel for publicity, and Mr. Zhuang can also use it to showcase his talents."

Old Zhou immediately expressed his optimism.

"This uncle really understands me." Zhuang Qingsong gave Lao Zhou an approving smile. "As long as we learn from each other's strengths and make up for our weaknesses, and produce a few high-quality works, we might be able to go to a bigger stage in the future."

"We have a leading figure in our drama troupe. If we achieve something, we'll have all the resources we need."

These words sounded like empty promises, so Chen Jun just took them as idle gossip.

However, the idea of ​​collaborating on a project does seem to have some potential.

"How about this, Mr. Zhuang? Our woodworking class has a live performance for an online platform tomorrow. If you're free, why don't you stay at the resort to watch the performance and give us some pointers on the storyline design?" Chen Jun invited.

Although there is a ready-made script for the subject of "Havoc in Heaven", there is still room for minor innovation in some details.

The purpose of extending the invitation was to explore a trial collaboration with the other party.

If both parties cooperate well, it will be a good start for future collaborations.

"Boss Chen and I are on the same page. I came here with this intention in mind. If you are willing to give me the opportunity, then I will certainly live up to your expectations."

Zhuang Qingsong said happily.

At Chen Jun's invitation, the three of them had breakfast in the staff canteen and then headed north.

......

North of the resort, in an empty woodcutter's hut.

Since waking up this morning, Li Qingxin has had a strange feeling of excitement deep inside her.

She realized that the feeling of "aha" moment was coming again.

Putting down the model of the Monkey King she was carving, she picked up the remaining wood and quickly carved out a very simple donut.

Then came the second one, the third one...

More than an hour later, Li Qingxin suddenly became excited.

It was as if a very difficult math problem that had been a mystery for a long time had been solved.

Many previously obscure truths are now like bandages that have been cut, slowly loosening.

Looking at the nearly 90% complete wooden sculpture of the Monkey King on the wooden platform, Li Qingxin suddenly felt dissatisfied with everything about it.

"It looked so exquisite just now, how come there are so many flaws?"

She picked up the carving knife on the table and immediately began to repair and mend.

More than half an hour later, in the other rooms around, students from both hobby classes and certification classes arrived at the classroom early today.

Some of them had deep dark circles under their eyes.

It was obvious that after receiving the task assigned by Teacher Li, they even worked overtime during their spare time.

"Good morning, Teacher Li."

Li Qingxin pushed open the door and walked in at the entrance of the small room where the certification class was located.

"Thank you all for your hard work... To maintain some mystery, we won't be doing a live stream today. After this performance, I'll treat everyone to a meal out of my own pocket."

Perhaps because everyone has common topics, the atmosphere at Woodcutter's Hut has been good since the course started, both among the students and between teachers and students.

As the most skilled person in the entire competition, even though her personality wasn't particularly strong, Li Qingxin was respected by all the trainees.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

"Teacher Li is awesome!"

Upon hearing the teacher's promise, everyone below immediately became highly motivated and focused intently on the carving.

Although they are adults, most of them are energetic young men and women. The few older students gradually integrate into this cheerful atmosphere after spending some time together.

A few minutes later, Chen Jun led Zhuang Qingsong to the vicinity of the woodcutter's hut and called Li Qingxin out of the main classroom.

After a brief introduction, they began to discuss some issues related to the script.

"Does Teacher Li have any special insights into the story of 'Havoc in Heaven'?"

Sitting in an empty woodcutter's hut, Zhuang Qingsong asked a question.

"No...no, this puppet show is mainly to check the students' learning progress, so the focus will definitely be on the model carving."

Since it was Chen Jun who initially proposed the idea, Li Qingxin was merely following orders, and the script was simply downloaded from the internet.

After all, these are all familiar stories. According to her idea, once the carving work is completed, a morning of rehearsal should be enough.

"I see."

Zhuang Qingsong stroked his sparse mustache and began to ponder.

"Your line of thinking is correct, but I personally feel that in artistic creation, even when interpreting classics, one must leave some of one's own mark."

"Sometimes a small change can be the finishing touch, leaving a deep impression on the audience."

Zhuang Qingsong clearly already had some ideas about the story of Havoc in Heaven.