I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

But Wang Jinhua was at a loss when she looked at the current market.

The Korean wave is here.

The viewership ratings for "Dae Jang Geum" in China are nothing short of a miracle.

The talk of the town is all about the food and the romance.

As a result, a large number of copycat idol drama scripts have emerged on the market.

Handsome men and beautiful women, heart-wrenching love stories, short production cycles, and quick profits have attracted many film and television companies to jump on the bandwagon.

This is a fast track, but Wang Jinhua always felt uneasy.

Following trends will only leave you forever trailing behind others and eating their dust.

But if we insist on creating original screenplays, the risks are too great.

Nowadays, domestic original drama production teams are generally short of money, resulting in rough productions and inconsistent script quality. They can easily lose everything if they are not careful.

Is it a gamble on the future, or a quick buck to make some money first?

This problem was like a mountain, weighing her down and making it hard for her to breathe.

Just as she was scratching her head in frustration, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

She said it in an annoyed tone.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a slender figure walked in.

It's Xiao Chen.

He was wearing a simple white sweatshirt and jeans, with a baseball cap pulled low over his shoulders.

Even so, its clean and crisp aura still made the smoke-filled office feel a bit fresher.

"Aunt Hua."

Xiao Chen's voice was soft, like a clear spring, immediately calming the anger in Wang Jinhua's heart.

Wang Jinhua became nervous.

"Why are you here, Xiao Chen?"

"There are so many reporters outside, what if we get photographed..."

Xiao Chen walked to her desk and glanced at the actor files on it.

"I came in through the back door."

"I stopped by to check out a sample of 'Infernal Affairs'."

Wang Jinhua then remembered that "Infernal Affairs" had entered the final stages of post-production.

Looking at the boy in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of bitterness welling up inside her.

"You've come at the right time. Quickly, help Aunt Hua take a look; she's at her wit's end."

She pushed those files in front of Xiao Chen.

"The market is full of romantic idol dramas now."

"The image of these new employees in our company doesn't quite fit the requirements."

"Good original works are really hard to find."

"Especially Sha Yi, with his image, he wouldn't even be considered a leading man in an idol drama."

"It seems a bit of a waste for him to play a supporting role..."

Xiao Chen listened quietly without saying a word.

He picked up the files and carefully examined them one by one.

When he saw Sha Yi's honest and kind smiling face, his fingertips paused for a moment.

A brief silence fell over the office, broken only by the soft sound of Wang Jinhua smoking.

She looked at Xiao Chen, feeling uncertain.

She didn't know if Xiao Chen could offer any advice on such a major decision.

Just as Wang Jinhua was about to say "never mind," Xiao Chen put down the file in his hand.

He looked up, and his eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Aunt Hua."

"Who says... comedy can't be a huge hit?"

He asked the question casually.

Wang Jinhua was stunned.

comedy?

Comedy is currently the least popular genre in the market.

Small investment, low return, and easy to end up with an awkward photo.

Wang Jinhua shook her head.

"What nonsense are you talking about, child?"

Xiao Chen did not argue, but simply smiled slightly.

"Aunt Hua, don't panic."

He paused, then spoke clearly, word by word.

"I can give you a notebook; I guarantee the photos will turn out great."

"A period sitcom".

"Let's call it 'My Own Swordsman'."

"My Own Swordsman"?

You've even thought of a name?

Wang Jinhua blinked hard, wondering if she was hallucinating because of the stress she had been under lately.

comedy?

Or is it a period sitcom?

Modern sitcoms are all pretty good.

There are absolutely no successful precedents for period dramas in China.

If you make a film like that, you'll either lose all your money or it'll become garbage for third-rate TV stations' midnight slots.

Wang Jinhua stubbed out her cigarette, her voice tinged with a weary plea.

"Xiao Chen, stop joking with Aunt Hua."

"Aunt Hua is really having a headache."

She thought that her heartfelt words would at least calm the child down.

But Xiao Chen just looked at her quietly, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hat, seemed to see right through her.

"Aunt Hua, do you believe me?"

He did not offer lengthy market analyses, nor did he cite numerous sources to elaborate on his theories.

He simply asked that one question.

Wang Jinhua's breath hitched.

Do you believe him?

This child has never disappointed her.

His eye for scripts, his understanding of characters, and even his grasp of market trends are all so precise they're almost monstrous.

The office was filled with smoke, but the atmosphere froze because of Xiao Chen's words.

After a long while, Wang Jinhua slumped back in her chair.

"...I don't believe you for a second, you little brat."

She cursed, her voice trembling slightly.

"Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Xiao Chen raised his lips slightly, revealing a clean smile.

"It's very simple."

He extended his finger and gently tapped on Sha Yi's file.

"This one will be Bai Zhantang, the Saint of Thieves."

He then scrolled through another file, which belonged to a male actor with a rather handsome appearance, but whose brows always carried a hint of frustration and unfulfilled ambition.

"He is Lü Qinghou, also known as Lü Xiucai."

"besides……"

"..."

Xiao Chen spoke slowly, gradually telling Wang Jinhua about his plans.

Not only did they provide the title of the drama, but they also effortlessly created the character settings for the core characters.

It seems that the TV series "My Own Swordsman" has already played out in his mind a thousand times.

Wang Jinhua's eyelids twitched as she listened, growing increasingly alarmed and suspicious of the matter...

This seems plausible?

Xiao Chen's last words silenced Wang Jinhua completely.

"I'll write in this notebook."

"Director, go find someone named Shang Jing."

"Aunt Hua, remember, the essence of this drama lies half in the script and the other half in him."

The original screenwriter of "My Own Swordsman" does not exist in this world.

But the director is still active in the film and television industry.

Wang Jinhua was numb.

She simply picked up her pen and silently wrote down the name Shang Jing in her notebook.

After finishing writing, she looked up at Xiao Chen with a complicated expression.

Just how much is this kid hiding?

However, Xiao Chen showed no sign of stopping.

His gaze swept over the actor files on the table one by one.

"Aunt Hua, one comedy alone isn't enough to feed all these people in the company."

Wang Jinhua's heart skipped a beat.

"you?"

Xiao Chen thought for a moment and looked at Wang Jinhua seriously.

"For a crime drama script, you can check out a script called 'Conquest'."

"The historical drama 'Young Emperor' is very good, you can check it out."

"In Northeast China, we could make a family comedy called 'A Family in Northeast China,' alternating with 'My Own Swordsman.'"

"By the way, there's a project in Bay City called 'Pawnshop No. 8'."

"The subject matter is very novel. We can invest some money and, incidentally, put some actors in to enhance their resumes."