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   "Old Feng, I am here, I am here..." Ye Qin shouted, but unfortunately his voice was drowned out by the crazy students.

   "Brother, isn't it too late for you to shout now?" Someone next to him mocked.

  Ye Qin didn't pay any attention, and got into the crowd.

  Before 7 o'clock, the screenwriting department graduation ceremony square was already full of people.

  Some were wearing academic uniforms, some were dressed in ordinary clothes, and most of them were sophomores and juniors who were watching.

  Mr. Wu has informed Zhou Minghua yesterday that he has written a speech for outstanding student representatives.

  After Xiao Zhou received the notice, he was taken aback for a moment, and then ecstatically.

   Finally, I can give myself an explanation for my four years of study.

   "Your script has been approved by Mr. Feng. If you want, you can join his company directly after graduation." Teacher Wu said to Zhou Minghua with a smile at that time.

   Such an important decision must take a long time to digest, so Teacher Wu turned and left without waiting for Xiao Zhou to reply in person.

   At 7:30, Feng Zheng and others put on their professor uniforms and made final preparations before going on stage.

  The program of the graduation ceremony of the Screenwriting Department of the Film Academy is the same every year. The professor speaks, the outstanding student representative speaks, and the head of the department speaks.

  Feng Zheng was in the middle of preparing, and happened to see Zhou Minghua who was reciting the manuscript.

   "Old Feng, that's the kid, I'll ask him to come over?" Mr. Wu was sitting on Feng Zheng's right hand, and it was thanks to Director Zhang's arrangement that he was able to be so close to the big boss in the film and television industry.

  Although Feng Lao's "Tianji Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" has become cold, but the old tiger still has his prestige.

   "Let him come over, I just happen to have a few questions for him."

   Zhou Minghua, accompanied by Teacher Wu and Director Zhang, came to Feng Zheng's side.

   "I admire your work very much. It has a grand idea and the lines are very chewy. It's hard to imagine that this is written by a graduate." Feng Lao praised.

   "Thank you, I still have a lot to learn from my seniors." Zhou Minghua said modestly.

  The more you are appreciated by such big names, the more you must be humble and ask for advice.

"That's right, you have the style of a gentleman. No wonder you can write a good story like "Heroes". You have read books on the history of the Long Kingdom, Spring and Autumn and the Warring States, right?" The story can't help but ask.

   "You mean Spring and Autumn and Warring States? Heroes?" Zhou Minghua asked in surprise.

Eh? Is this an exam question from Mr. Feng?

   "That's right, you don't know about writing stories?" Director Feng asked with a smile, this kid must be too nervous.

"No, Mr. Feng, Director Zhang, Teacher Wu, I am writing a modern story called "War of the Roses", about love and family and country feelings." Ten speak out.

   "Huh??? Not your script..." Feng Zheng froze.

  Director Zhang's face was dark, and Teacher Wu was even more confused.

   There are less than 20 minutes left before the opening of the graduation ceremony. Now you say that "Hero" is not your work?

   Isn’t this a live demolition? What about our graduation ceremony?

  Director Zhang was in a hurry, and immediately dug out the script of "Hero" from the black briefcase.

   "Look clearly, is it this?" Director Zhang said nervously.

  Ms. Wu winked vigorously from the sidelines. It doesn’t matter whether it’s all right now. She pinches her nose and admits it. It’s okay to talk about it later.

   Zhou Minghua casually flipped through a few pages, and became even more convinced that this was not his own work, "Ms. Wu, Director Zhang, and Mr. Feng must have made a mistake somewhere. This is not my work."

   "What did you say?" Director Zhang widened his eyes and raised his voice a lot.

  His fight immediately attracted the attention of other school leaders.

   "It's okay...it's okay, let's discuss the script." Teacher Wu responded quickly and explained.

  More than 300 students who graduated this year, Mr. Wu has seen their graduation projects one by one, not to mention the same as the script of "Heroes", but none of them are similar.

"It's really not me. Before I submitted the script, I went to the print shop at the school gate to print it. After the boss bound it, I never read it again. Maybe something went wrong at that time." Zhou Minghua patted his head and suddenly thought of this stubble.

  Text printing shop?

   Several people were dizzy, when did such a great master appear in the Wenyin shop?

   "Is the copy shop you mentioned the one owned by Old Yang?" Teacher Wu suddenly asked.

   "Yes, you also know?" Zhou Minghua asked.

   "Lao Yang, Yang Qingbei, Feng Lao, you should be familiar with this person, right?" Teacher Wu suddenly changed the subject.

   "Yang Qinghua, this name is so familiar... I remembered, isn't Yang Qingbei the genius director who shined for a while more than 20 years ago?" Feng Lao was shocked.

   I really didn't expect the genius back then to open a small shop in front of the Film Academy.

  Fate makes people, good fortune makes people!

  Old Feng sighed, everything made sense with this explanation, the script of "Heroes" was written by Yang Qingbei.

  The genius who has been quiet for 20 years, wanted to make a big hit, but something went wrong, and the script passed into Zhou Minghua's hands.

  Thinking about it this way, everything is reasonable.

   "Old Feng, don't be emotional, we will go after the ceremony." Teacher Wu looked at his watch, and the graduation ceremony was less than 5 minutes away.

   "And Zhou Minghua, you are still an outstanding student representative. Of course, what happened today will be kept secret." Teacher Wu warned.

  Director Zhang shook his head, that's the only way.

  Let’s talk about such a big event as the graduation ceremony in a muddle.

  At 8 o'clock, the graduation ceremony officially began.

  Mr. Feng was the first to give a speech in black and red professor uniform.

  The content of his speech is clear, requiring young people to be energetic.

  The student representative Zhou Minghua spoke next, but because of the incident just now, Zhou was depressed throughout the whole process, but fortunately, no one else saw anything.

   Finally, the principal spoke. At 10:30 in the morning, the lengthy graduation ceremony finally came to an end.

  Ye Qin pushed away the students surrounding Mr. Feng, and rushed to Feng Zheng.

   "Ye Qin, I thought you went back to Anxi?" Feng Zheng looked at the anxious Ye Qin with surprise.

   "The phone line to you these two days has been busy, so I can only pretend to be a student to block you here." Ye Qin said with a breath.

  Uh... It seems that he was angry that day and directly blacklisted Ye Qin. No wonder this kid couldn't get through to my phone.

"My phone may be broken. You don't need to persuade me. I have nothing to do. I know you are busy. You go back to Anxi first. I will find you when I am free." Feng Zhenggang said nothing, and saw the students swarming behind him They, he left the school immediately with oil on his feet.

  Leaving Ye Qin messy in the wind alone.

  Looking at Mr. Feng like this, he should have calmed down, and I don’t know if he has read the script of "Hero" that I sent to his mailbox.

  Forget it, don't think about it so much, let's go back to Anxi, Ye Qin shook his head and turned to leave the school.