You call Final Destination a safety education film?

"Are you kidding me? You're saying that kid wrote the script for that TV series?"

Jiang Qingyue smiled gently: "Guess how long it took him to write this?"

"A year?"

"No more than half a month."

Jiang Feng remained calm on the surface, gently shaking his head. He appeared unmoved, but his heart was in turmoil.

He knew all too well how difficult it was to write the script for "Hannibal".

The cold and restrained atmosphere, the relentless psychological battle, the exquisite yet chilling dialogue tension, and the inherent complexity and morbidity of the characters—every aspect must be handled with extreme precision. Even seasoned screenwriters with years of experience would need to spend more than half a year polishing a single season.

But now Jiang Qingyue actually told him that a senior directing student who hadn't even graduated from school had finished writing it in just half a month?

"He may have conceived the framework of this story before, but the specific details were definitely only recently completed."

Why do you say that?

"His graduation project is on 'food'," Jiang Qingyue said, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. "He made these dumplings just for this little bit of vinegar."

Jiang Feng's lips twitched.

When he read the script for "Hannibal", what impressed him most was the elegant killer Hannibal.

The more elegantly and meticulously Hannibal prepared his meal, the more slowly and methodically he plated, seasoned, and enjoyed it, the more it highlighted his inherent coldness and madness.

It is this obsession with "food" that makes Hannibal Lecter not just a psychopathic killer, but also elegant, dangerous, and extremely charming, instantly bringing the character to life.

Jiang Feng was amazed by this idea; he never would have guessed that it originated from a student's graduation project.

Jiang Qingyue looked at Jiang Feng, who was deep in thought, and revealed a sly smile:

"Second Uncle, would you be interested in meeting the screenwriter?"

……

"...The company's senior management is very impressed with your script and is planning to arrange a dinner with you to discuss it in detail. Are you free now?"

Yes, yes.

"Tianhe Hotel, Room 701. You can come directly here now."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Lin Ye hung up the phone.

Not long after he graduated, he received a call from Zhang Cheng, the copyright director of Xinghan Culture, who said that the company's leaders were very optimistic about the script of "Hannibal".

To be honest, Lin Ye wasn't very interested in the conversation, but he figured he might as well go and get a free meal.

As he took a taxi there, his right eyelid kept twitching, and Lin Ye felt a vague sense of unease.

Tianhe Grand Hotel.

Lin Ye followed the waitress's directions and headed towards private room 701.

The hotel's exquisite decor made Lin Ye even more excited for the grand meal to come.

dong dong dong.

Lin Ye knocked on the door and entered.

Then close the door and take a step back.

He thought he was seeing things, because he actually saw his counselor, Jiang Qingyue, inside.

Looking up, I saw that it was indeed room 701.

No wonder my right eyelid keeps twitching.

"You've come at the right time. Let me introduce you to the company's CEO."

Zhang Cheng suddenly appeared behind Lin Ye and pulled him inside without saying a word. Lin Ye was led inside before he could refuse.

There were two people sitting inside.

Lin Ye knows them all.

One is Jiang Feng, a former well-known movie star, and the other is his tutor, Jiang Qingyue.

They all share the surname Jiang...

Lin Ye suddenly realized.

It turns out that Sister Jiang had such a powerful background.

It turns out that what I said in the office back then, "If you don't want to, I can help you," was true.

Lin Ye sighed inwardly, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

What about the torment I suffered for desperately preventing her from accessing the script?

Oh no, the clown is myself.

Lin Ye gave Jiang Qingyue a resentful look.

Jiang Qingyue was a little puzzled by his gaze, but after a moment she seemed to realize it too, covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes crinkling.

"Let me introduce you. This is Lin Ye, the author of 'Hannibal,' a senior student at Lungmen University of Communication."

"This is Mr. Jiang, the chairman of Xinghan Culture..."

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, Lin Ye walked up to Jiang Feng and shook hands to show goodwill.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Lin Ye was a little confused. Did Jiang Feng not like being called that?

Lin Ye turned around in confusion and found Zhang Cheng looking nervous, his eyes constantly gesturing to the side.

Lin Ye looked in that direction.

Jiang Qingyue smiled calmly.

hiss!

Lin Ye gasped.

Jiang Jie is the chairperson of Xinghan Culture?!

"What kind of look is that?"

Jiang Qingyue said irritably.

Zhang Cheng, standing behind Lin Ye, realized that something was terribly wrong. He had made such a bad impression on his superior right after meeting him. It seemed that Lin Ye was about to face a ban from the industry.

When you get back, keep your distance from Lao Lin, or he might get into trouble too.

Zhang Cheng quietly took a step back, increasing the distance between himself and Lin Ye.

In this eerie atmosphere, Lin Ye blurted out:

"Sister Jiang, you really are the Urban Dragon King!"

Boom!

Familiar lines.

The familiar tap on the head.

Lin Ye curled up on the ground, clutching his head, while Jiang Qingyue glared at him angrily.

Jiang Feng, standing to the side, watched the two bickering with a knowing smile.

He analyzed from Jiang Qingyue's words that Lin Ye was the kind of person who was very suitable to be a friend because he would always pay attention to his friends' feelings and make people feel very comfortable.

This means that as you spend more time with him, people who were originally reserved will gradually let down their guard, dare to speak their minds, dare to expose their small flaws, and no longer need to be careful or pretend. They will become more relaxed and at ease.

Jiang Feng hadn't seen Jiang Qingyue so relaxed in a long time.

……

"Sister Jiang, you're actually the chairperson of Xinghan Culture."

"He's just an agent; the real chairman is my dad."

"Your dad..." Lin Ye hesitated, then stopped.

"My dad is fine. He and my mom went on their honeymoon and asked me to look after them for a while."

"That's not what I meant," Lin Ye said cheekily. "What I meant was, does your dad need a godson?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh; he hadn't seen such an interesting young man in a long time.

Zhang Cheng, standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat.

I never expected that the Lin family's son would be so familiar with the acting chairman, and their relationship seems quite close...

The two were clearly very familiar with each other, yet they still had to contact each other through him. Zhang Cheng secretly thought to himself, "Young people these days really know how to have fun."

I've already fulfilled my role, so staying here now is completely superfluous. If I stay any longer, it might displease the new leader.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng quickly went out to answer a phone call, then left apologetically to deal with an urgent company matter, settling his bill at the front desk as he went.

Lin Ye picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth: "Sister Jiang..."

"Don't worry, no one will make things difficult for you openly." Jiang Qingyue knew what he wanted to ask, paused, and then said seriously, "As for those underhanded tricks..."

"Don't be afraid."

"I've got your back."