While Qin Qing was talking, Ji Zheng took down a small whiteboard from upstairs.

She used several different colored pens to make a table directly on the blackboard, starting from tomorrow morning when the screenwriter's wife broke the news, what news to release at each point in time, who will release it, what resources will be mobilized to help forward it, and on which platform it will be released, all of which are listed clearly.

After the list, Qin Qing knocked on the blackboard and specially told Xiaobai and Qiao Qiao.

"You two, put a tick on it when you do one, and if you make a mistake at any point in time, you must tell me as soon as possible!"

"Okay." Qiao Qiao has long been used to it.

Xiaobai was stunned for a long time before he got used to Qin Qing's way of working, and was given a serious look by Qin Qing before he came back to his senses and nodded busily.

I didn't dare to talk much, so I hurriedly buried my head in writing something to contact.

Ji Zheng had already gone to make coffee, and tonight, Qin Qing was not ready to go to bed again.

When he was making coffee, he called in, picked it up and went outside to pick it up.

The courtyard in autumn was a little cool, Ji Zheng listened to the phone, the other party seemed to say a lot, he didn't respond, but a cold smile gradually appeared on his face, which was not very clear, it just made people feel that it was not easy to approach.

After about five minutes, Ji Zheng looked at his watch and said in a casual tone: "My coffee is going to be ready." ”

On the other hand, he was obviously choked, Ji Zheng seemed to like this effect, and said lightly: "You tell him that in terms of patience, I, like him, is not very good." ”

After saying that, he came back, and when he arrived at the door, he saw Qin Qing standing by the door, holding the coffee that should have been brewed by him, waiting for him.

"Whose phone number?"

This was the first time that Qin Qing had asked not casually, but seriously.

Ji Zheng was slightly stunned, and was about to speak, but Qin Qing turned around: "Forget it, I don't want to hear you lie." ”

"Sister Qing."

Ji Zheng stopped her, suddenly hugged her waist from behind, and buried his head in her neck.

Qin Qing's hand holding the coffee trembled, the coffee almost spilled, and she held it again, as if hanging on a sculpture, hanging motionless in the air, exactly the same as Qin Qing's heart.

She stared at the coffee cup, not even daring to feel the strength of the hand on her waist.

"When you're done, I'll tell the truth, okay? This story is a bit long, and I don't want to burden you at this time. Ji Zheng said as the heat had already hit Qin Qing's neck.

It was hot, and the heat was spreading up her neck.

The tips of Qin Qing's ears were red, his cheeks were red, and his eyes seemed to be burned red. But she was chilled all over, as if some cold air was coming out of her heart, and every time she stabbed her, it hurt.

She was so uncomfortable that she was afraid that she would fall the cup or get sick again like when she was in Japan, so she hurriedly pushed Ji Zheng away, hugged the coffee cup, and ran into the nearest kitchen, locked herself inside, and gasped for air.

Ji Zheng felt that she was trembling violently just now, clenched her fists for a long time, let out a long sigh, and hit the wall with a fist, making a sound as muffled as his chest.

He went upstairs, and when he closed the door, he made a lot of noise.

Qin Qing heard it in the kitchen, knowing that he was deliberately listening to himself, but he was still relieved, as if he was evading, he called up the form just now from his mind, and looked for something to do in his mind to see if there was a problem with the form.

That night, the official Weibo of "Dirt" released the news that screenwriter Mao had woken up and was transferred from a serious illness to an ordinary ward.

As a result, there are more people who ridicule screenwriter Mao and "Dirt" on the Internet for selling poor people.

Early the next morning, when everyone was waiting for the news of screenwriter Mao's wife, screenwriter Mao's Weibo first issued a statement written by a lawyer.

In the statement, screenwriter Mao recounted the story of his wife's suppression and domestic violence over the years in a sad and indignant tone, and finally put a few recorded and edited videos, all of which are proof of Mao's screenwriter's family and friends, and they voluntarily proved that screenwriter Mao himself has a weak personality and has never been subjected to domestic violence against his wife, but often suffers from his wife's mental abuse, scolding him for eating soft rice without interest is commonplace, and even every time the family mentions the problem of having children, they will be humiliated.

This Weibo was sent out, causing a wave of waves.

But this wave is not very optimistic, netizens are still inclined to him to sell miserably, and even many people are ridiculing him, saying that he is afraid that his wife will break the news, so he will post this kind of miserable Weibo in advance, and it will be easier to ask for forgiveness when the time comes.

The news was from a little white hair, and with the comments, she was a little worried, and asked Qiao Qiao in a low voice.

"Sister Xiao Qiao, how do I think, this is useless, and it seems to be looking for scolding."

Qiao Qiao had already prepared in his heart, and took time out of his busy schedule, so he gave Xiaobai four words: "It's just looking for scolding." ”

Xiaobai stared, could it be that she couldn't keep up with their thinking? Or did she stay up in the middle of the night and be stupid?

But soon, she knew if she was stupid or not.

An hour later, at seven o'clock, screenwriter Mao's wife finally broke the news.

The content of the revelation claimed that most of the scripts written by screenwriter Mao were actually written by assistants and her help, when she was famous, screenwriter Mao got a chance to write a script for a popular film, but there was no way at that time, he couldn't bear it at all when he used him temporarily, and his temper became very irritable.

For the sake of love, she took the initiative to help him write that script and make him famous.

Since then, many of the key scenes in the script written by Mao were written by her, and the other part was written by her assistant to write the story outline.

At the end of the revelations, she also said specially: "In fact, the producer knows about these things, but his reputation has been beaten, and some people will definitely be sacrificed for the promotion of the movie, which is also relatively common in the script creation industry." ”

It was this sentence that stirred up thousands of waves on the already boiling water, not only screenwriter Mao, but even "Soil" and Wanhua Heyi fell into the abuse of netizens.

And many well-known screenwriters have also been revealed by some people who come from nowhere, just pseudonymous screenwriters, who basically don't write scripts, and are all written by the team.

Some of the screenwriters who were inexplicably CUE had to let the team come out quickly to refute the rumors, and some could only not speak. Together with other movies and TV series that Wanhua Heyi is filming, they have been besieged by netizens.

In just one hour, Weibo was paralyzed, and a small essay titled 'Revealing the Inside Story of Script Creation' climbed to the top of the hot search!

Public opinion is in an uproar, and the whole wind direction is falling towards the disadvantaged groups in the small composition, and they can't wait to dig out Qin Mu as a capitalist and criticize it!

Everyone thought that Bai Huiyi and Wanhua were all afraid that they would be finished, but Qin Qing's team here didn't panic in an instant, because no one, including Qiao Qiao, thought that screenwriter Mao's wife would actually dig a pit for herself and jump in!