Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 108 Come on, let's hurt each other!

When questioned, Li Weijia remained silent for a long time before carefully saying, "I haven't had much contact with them, so I can't see clearly yet, but it's obvious that they have a very good relationship in private."

For people of the same age in the film and television industry, this is actually not an easy thing.

We're only working together temporarily; once the crew disbands, we'll become competitors.

Of course, this could be explained by the fact that these individuals are still young and lack a sense of crisis, but it is still a very rare thing.

"It seems that Lin Cong is well-managed."

Song Dian leaned back slightly and sighed softly, "That's normal. Without real strength, she wouldn't have dared to leave the Ying family and start her own business."

Li Weijia blinked, her expression turning somewhat strange.

Song Dian noticed his change and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Li Weijia recalled the journey, pondered for a few seconds, and whispered, "I feel like the person in charge of the 'iPartment' production team isn't Director Lin."

Song Dian frowned slightly, puzzled, and asked, "Not her? Then who is it? That planner from Asia Pacific, surnamed Ji?"

Well, it's not impossible.

In recent years, Asia Pacific has been very successful. In addition to the "Ji Xiaolan" series, it also holds a large number of Ying's projects. I heard that it has now begun to acquire the copyright of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

With this thought in mind, Song Dian said, "You go with Li Xiang and He Jiong to meet the crew first. After it's over, talk to the planner. I'd like to meet him alone."

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Networking is a two-way street; production companies need to have connections at TV stations, and TV stations are equally eager for excellent and reliable production companies.

One could even say that television stations are far more subservient in this regard.

Because excellent TV dramas never have to worry about selling, like "Ji Xiaolan" and "iPartment"...

Li Weijia was silent for a few seconds, then coughed and said, "Um, Brother Song, I think the person in charge of the production team should be screenwriter Lin An."

Song Dian was stunned for a moment, then said speechlessly, "What kind of time is this? Stop making jokes like this."

"I wish this were a joke..." Li Weijia muttered to herself, pursing her lips and remaining silent.

Seeing this, Song Dian couldn't sit still any longer. He straightened up, pointed to the chair next to him, and said, "Sit down and tell me the whole story of how you picked me up from the airport. Don't miss a single word, the more detailed the better."

Li Weijia did not refuse. He recounted everything in detail, from the first time he met Lin An at the airport to who sat in which seat in the van, to who received the script first and who read it later, and then to who talked more and who talked less along the way, and who fell silent when the others opened their mouths.

After a long silence, Song Dian put down his pen, stood up, and said, "Call He Jiong and Li Xiang, let's go see them together."

Li Weijia was taken aback. "Together?"

Song nodded seriously: "Together."

In the conference room, Lin An had finished his presentation.

The others listened in stunned silence, speechless with awe at the various ingenious ideas.

Ji Tao couldn't help but say, "You're not just changing the program, you're changing the policy directly."

Lin An said calmly, "In recent years, local TV stations have all positioned themselves as 'comprehensive current affairs stations,' which is not only highly homogenized, but also lacks the wide distribution channels of CCTV. How can they possibly succeed like this?"

Reporters are ranked.

In many places, CCTV reporters can enter, but local TV stations cannot; in many reports, CCTV reporters can say, but local TV stations cannot.

In this situation, why would people watch local TV stations? Isn't CCTV a better choice?

That makes a lot of sense, but the implications are far too great... Ji Tao leaned forward and reminded them, "What we just said is best kept to ourselves, don't spread it around."

Lin An leaned back in his chair, speechless. "I'm not crazy, what's the point of telling everyone this?"

Ji Tao was skeptical and was about to issue a warning when the door was pushed open and a group of people walked in sparsely.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a jacket, with traditional short hair parted to the side, and a refined demeanor.

It is Song Dian, the producer of "Happy Camp".

He was followed by a man and a woman.

The man was short with delicate features; the woman was bright and elegant with high-arched eyebrows.

It was none other than He Jiong and Li Xiang.

Compared to these three, Li Weijia was somewhat inconspicuous.

Song Dian walked at the front, his gaze sweeping around the conference room before finally settling on Lin An.

He didn't rush to greet him, but instead walked up to Lin Cong, extended his hand, and smiled, saying, "Director Lin, nice to meet you."

Lin Cong stood up and shook hands with him, her tone as calm as ever: "Producer Song, you're too kind."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Song Dian introduced the people at the conference table one by one.

After the introductions were finished, Song Dian stepped aside to make way for the people behind him.

"This is He Jiong, and this is Li Xiang. They are both the main hosts of our 'Happy Camp,' and you should all be familiar with them."

He Jiong bowed slightly to the crowd with a gentle smile, while Li Xiang was more straightforward, waving his hand with a smile.

When introducing Li Weijia, Song Dian added a few more words: "Weijia has officially joined 'Happy Camp'. Tomorrow, he will be recording the show with you."

Lin Cong didn't seem to care much about this, and simply nodded in a friendly manner.

Lin An, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing feelings, thoughts, and reflections).

With Li Weijia's arrival, the Happy Family began to take shape... This can be considered witnessing history, right?

I wonder if it will be convenient to take a photo together later.

"Please have a seat."

Song Dian raised his hand in a gesture, then pulled up a chair nearby and sat down.

He Jiong and Li Xiang sat down on either side of him, while Li Weijia left the meeting room and pulled out a teapot and a stack of paper cups from somewhere, pouring a cup for each person.

"I invited everyone here today to discuss tomorrow's script in person."

Song Dian got straight to the point: "Wei Jia has already shown the script to everyone. The main purpose of today's meeting is to hear your thoughts. Please feel free to mention anything that is inconvenient or that you would like to adjust."

He was looking at Lin Cong when he said this.

Lin Cong picked up his teacup, took a sip, and turned his gaze to Lin An.

Lin An didn't notice the look in his eyes. He was looking down, waving the pen in his hand across the blank space of the script.

A sketch of a pile of poop gradually took shape.

Lin Cong's forehead vein throbbed, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to hit someone, saying to Song Dian, "I have no objection. However, my screenwriter seems to have some ideas."

Lin An looked up blankly: "What?"

Song Dian followed Lin Cong's gaze and looked over, his eyes landing on Lin An.

Lin An was still clueless, blinking in confusion as to why Lin Cong was trying to trick him.

"You must be screenwriter Lin?"

Song Dian smiled and said, "My wife has been watching 'iPartment' the whole time. She says it's the best urban drama in recent years."

This sounds like a lie... Lin An thought to himself.

Song smiled and asked, "Does screenwriter Lin have any thoughts on our script?"

Lin An shook his head without hesitation: "I have no idea."

"But Director Lin just..." Song Dian said with an unchanged smile.

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Lin An interrupted, "She's getting old, her memory isn't good, she might be going through menopause."

Come on, hurt each other.

The meeting room fell silent.

Menopause... Song Dian secretly glanced at Lin Cong and found that the daughter of the vice president of the Beijing People's Art Theatre had turned completely dark, her chest heaving violently, looking like she was about to explode at any moment.

This was the first time He Jiong had encountered such a situation, and even with his extensive experience, he didn't know how to ease the tension.

The others simply lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.

Lin Cong took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger, and then said calmly, "Lin An seems to think that your station has big problems and needs a thorough reform, otherwise it will go bankrupt sooner or later."

Come on, who's afraid of who? Are you trying to be dramatic?

Lin An's eye twitched, and his face began to turn pale.

He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Lin Cong. Then, the two of them turned their heads away at the same time and snorted coldly.

Ji Tao shook his head and sighed deeply.

What a tragedy...

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