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The next day, Qiao Sheng met Wu Yuanxing, the head of Starlight Studio, in Yang Lihuan's office.

Yesterday, when Yang Lihuan sent him the script and said that the company was going to shoot an idol drama, he agreed verbally, but he was still a little pessimistic in his heart.

Everyone in the circle knows that idol dramas are not easy to make.

His studio went bankrupt because of losing money shooting idol dramas.

Yang Lihuan is still very confident about Wu Yuanxing, otherwise she would not spend a lot of money to acquire his studio.

The source of confidence is that Qiao Sheng can provide high-quality scripts, and the other part is Wu Yuanxing.

Although Wu Yuanxing is not a well-known TV director in the circle, he also shot several well-known TV dramas more than ten years ago.

It was these TV dramas that gave him confidence, prompting him to leave the previous entertainment company and set up Starlight Studio.

The studio has been established for more than ten years. At the beginning, it relied on shooting romantic dramas. Not to mention making a lot of money, it was still no problem to maintain the operation of the studio.

Later, as romantic dramas fell into disuse, he gave up the subject matter he was familiar with and turned to shooting big-budget fairy-tale fantasy dramas.

Unfortunately, he entered the market too late, and the market had already been dominated by those big entertainment companies.

He had no money to buy the copyrights of good novels and scripts on the market, so he could only shoot original scripts.

As expected, he failed, not only losing the investors' money, but also the money he had saved and invested.

After losing money, he learned from his mistakes, regrouped, and planned to start shooting romantic dramas again.

But the trend of the times had already beaten him to death on the beach. At this time, romantic dramas had no market, so he tried to shoot idol dramas.

After several idol dramas failed, his mother didn't recognize him.

Wu Yuanxing, who was already middle-aged, could only sell his house and studio to pay off his debts.

Although Wu Yuanxing had failed and lost everything, Yang Lihuan still took a fancy to him at first sight when she was looking for someone.

In her opinion, Wu Yuanxing's failure is more of a tragedy of the times, and his ability is still there.

Moreover, with the experience of past failure, Yang Lihuan is more optimistic about Wu Yuanxing.

Wu Yuanxing is still very grateful for Yang Lihuan's trust in him.

Yesterday, after Qiao Sheng left the office, Yang Lihuan called Wu Yuanxing.

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

The call was quickly connected, and Wu Yuanxing's full voice came from the microphone.

Yang Lihuan and him exchanged greetings for a while before saying: "Old Wu, I have a script for an idol drama here. I will send it to your mobile phone later. Take a look at the script."

"Ah? Oh, okay."

When Wu Yuanxing first heard the script of the idol drama, he was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly remembered that the current studio affairs were no longer something he could decide.

After hanging up the phone, a script was sent over soon.

"Meteor Garden?"

Wu Yuanxing frowned when he saw the name.

This name... . . Is it an idol drama?

Wu Yuanxing changed his comfortable posture on the sofa in the rental house and clicked on the script.

He originally just wanted to take a look and reply to Yang Lihuan, but when he looked up again, it was already dark.

"Oh no! Dinner is not ready yet!" He just jumped up from the sofa, and his wife had already pushed the door in from outside.

"Old Wu, what are you doing? It's dark and you don't even turn on the lights."

Wu Yuanxing's wife complained casually while taking off her shoes, and then saw Wu Yuanxing scratching his head in embarrassment.

"What are you doing here? Get ready for dinner." The wife turned on the light and immediately saw the empty dining table.

"You didn't cook?"

Wu Yuanxing nodded embarrassedly and smiled: "Mr. Yang sent me a script in the afternoon, and I was fascinated by it..."

The wife didn't say anything, opened the refrigerator, took out vegetables and meat, walked into the kitchen, put on an apron and started to prepare to cook.

"Wife, I was wrong. I won't do it again next time..."

Wu Yuanxing leaned against the kitchen door and whispered to admit his mistake.

His wife didn't say anything and continued to work.

Half an hour later, three dishes and one soup were placed on the dining table.

Wu Yuanxing and his wife sat at the table. The atmosphere was dull and no one spoke.

Wu Yuanxing ate his meal and secretly looked at his wife, but saw that her face was normal and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry.

Halfway through the meal, his wife suddenly asked, "Is the Mr. Yang you mentioned the one who acquired your studio?"

Wu Yuanxing nodded, "Yes, Mr. Yang from Snowball Entertainment."

His wife didn't say anything more, but ate quietly.

Wu Yuanxing ate very slowly during the meal. He was very nervous and confused.

The previous investment failure made him sell his house.

He felt that the mostThe person he felt sorry for was his wife who had accompanied him for half his life.

Their children had already started their own families and careers, so there was no need to worry. On the contrary, his wife, who was over 50, had to rent a house with him and even had to work for others to earn living expenses in order to support the family.

He lost too much money from filming TV series, and he had promised his wife that he would not film TV series in the future.

He would just find a simple job and live the rest of his life peacefully.

But his wife happened to catch him reading a script, and it delayed his dinner.

"Dang".

The sound of the rice bowl hitting the table brought Wu Yuanxing's thoughts back to the table.

"The script in the afternoon was very good. It's rare to see you so engrossed in reading a script."

Wu Yuanxing's wife put down her bowl and chopsticks after eating and said to Wu Yuanxing.

Talking about the script, Wu Yuanxing smiled and said, "It's not just good, it's quite good."

He suddenly reacted and put away his smile: "But that was just sent to me by President Yang, not for me to shoot."

"Look at your character, I don't know you." His wife rolled her eyes at him and said, "Since you are with President Yang and the script is not bad, then shoot it well!"

Wu Yuanxing looked at his wife in surprise: "You don't object?"

"Why should I object?" At this time, his wife finally smiled: "You have been shooting TV series for a lifetime. If you really want you to do something else, will you? Are you willing?"

His wife's words exposed his little thoughts in his heart, and he just smiled and didn't dare to say anything.

"I didn't stop you, look at your cowardly look."

"So you are not angry, you were just scaring me just now?" Wu Yuanxing said cautiously.

"Angry, how can I not be angry! If I had known you didn't cook, I would have bought you some food on the way back to celebrate, but I had to do it myself."

"Wash the dishes after dinner, I'm going to the park to dance."

"Yes, sir!"

Wu Yuanxing's face showed a happy smile for the first time in a long time.

"Look at your silly look!"

Wu Yuanxing's wife is from Northeast China, and her character is full of the unique boldness and understanding of men of Northeast China.

Judging from the degree to which Wu Yuanxing can be fascinated, if he really wants to give up the TV drama industry, he will be depressed until his death.

Instead of stopping him, it is better to let him try again.

In the evening, Wu Yuanxing sat on the sofa in the living room, transferred the script to the computer, read it carefully again from the beginning, and added his own ideas to the document from time to time.

As a director who has been in the circle for more than 20 years, Wu Yuanxing can naturally tell whether a script is good or bad.

There is only one good script that is worth his serious treatment.

That night, Wu Yuanxing did not sleep all night.

Qiao Sheng's script was like a flame, reigniting a raging fire in his heart that had already been burned to ashes.