Chapter 1277: A Life Without Temperature (3)

This good opportunity is in front of him, and Zhao Yuyan will not give up such an opportunity easily.

She quickly dialed the phone number on the script.

The phone went out, and Zhao Yuyan was nervous and excited when he heard the beeping voice.

Zhao Yuyan is looking forward to talking to the editor of this script.

The content in the script is really interesting, and it is the script that Zhao Yuyan has been looking forward to meeting.

"Hey."

The phone rang twice and was answered.

It was very noisy on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Yuyan paused for a while, and Fang opened his mouth to ask, "Hello, is it the person in charge of contact for "Broken Dreams"?" ”

"Broken Dreams, yes, just tell me anything."

A distinctly alcoholic voice rang from the other end of the phone.

Zhao Yuyan held the mobile phone and frowned unconsciously.

She had called many people in charge, and it was the first time she had met such an impolite person.

She glanced at her watch, and it was seven o'clock in the evening.

It's a bit late, but for a workaholic like Zhao Yuyan, the evening work has just begun.

The phone was very noisy, and with the tone of the speaker, it was obvious that he had just drunk.

Zhao Yuyan hates working with drunkards the most.

She said coldly: "Since it's inconvenient for you now, I'll call later." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuyan hung up the phone directly.

Her time is precious and should not be wasted on drunkard conversations.

But......

Her gaze drooped slightly, and then fell on the script on the table.

If she spends her time on this script, she would still be willing.

Today's job is mainly to pick out the script.

After seeing this script, Zhao Yuyan had no intention of doing anything else.

She picked up the script and read it carefully, word by word.

It is said that when you read a good book, you have a conversation with the author.

The pre-selected scripts can give limited content, but Zhao Yuyan reads them very seriously.

She carefully grasped the content of the script, and also figured out everyone's mentality.

In just a few clips, it whetted Zhao Yuyan's appetite.

After Zhao Yuyan finished reading, he saw the names of the people in charge at the back.

Her gaze was slightly condensed, her expression was slightly stunned, and she was a little surprised.

Not because the script was written by a screenwriter who wasn't well-known.

This is not the first time Zhao Yuyan has encountered such a thing, and he will never have any opinion on a script because of the screenwriter's appearance.

But the person in charge of this script ......

All the people in charge are one person......

Zhao Yuyan kept looking at that line of words.

She looked at it several times, and looked at the name that had been repeated many times - Su Wenhang.

Zhao Yuyan is rarely interested in anything, and even less interested in a person.

What's more, she hasn't seen this person yet, she only knows a name.

That night, she took out her computer and typed three words on the search column - Su Wenhang.

She looked at all the resumes of this nameless screenwriter and looked at every piece of news about him.

She didn't know how long she had been watching.

I just looked at them one by one, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

When he woke up, Zhao Yuyan found that he forgot to close the window when he fell asleep.

The cold wind outside blew in.

When he woke up, Zhao Yuyan hugged the computer and successfully caught a cold.

Zhao Yuyan is a desperate Sanniang at work, almost all year round, and her body is very tough, and she almost never gets sick. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The Sweet Honey of Hidden Marriage: The President's Favorite", and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~

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