The man who got the paper gritted his teeth, as if he had made some cruel decision, bit his lip hard, and threw the paper into the river with a distressed face.

The paper floated slowly down the river.

It was too late for Li Qiaomu to make a sound, so he could only watch him throw such a good-looking one into the river.

Seeing that he was still about to continue throwing, Li Qiaomu finally couldn't help but interrupt his action, "I'm sorry, this comrade, can I interrupt you?" ”

Yang Huai heard the woman next to him ask himself, out of politeness, he stopped this action, looked sideways at her, and asked politely, "Comrade, what do you want to ask?"

Li Qiaomu pointed to the papers in his hand that had not been left in the river and asked, "Can I ask Comrade if the paper you are holding in your hand is the script you wrote?" ”

Yang Huai didn't expect that this woman just looked at it for a while and saw that this was a script written by herself, and a flash of excitement flashed in her eyes, and soon, this excitement cooled down again for some reason.

"It's a script, I wrote it myself, but it's not important anymore, what's the use of a script that is not favored, it's better to let it float into the distance with the river, so that I can see the scenery of this great river and mountain."

Li Qiaomu looked at the depressed look on his face, and could see that this man must have been hit by something to give birth to such a sad expression.

"I think the script you wrote is very good, comrade, and I believe that over time, more discerning people will discover the script you wrote." She reassured.

But apparently her words of comfort didn't seem to work, and the sad expression on the man's face didn't seem to have diminished much.

Seeing this, Li Qiaomu had no choice but to say again, "I don't know what comrade's name is?"

Yang Huai glanced at her and reported his name with a wry smile, "Yang Huai." ”

When Li Qiaomu heard his name, her eyes immediately widened, this name sounded so familiar, she thought about it in her mind for a while, and soon let her figure out why this person made her feel so familiar.

Isn't this a big director who helped Jian Xiang make a lot of money.

Before this Yang Huai became famous, he was a young screenwriter and director who was not optimistic about the entertainment industry, and the scripts he wrote were repeatedly rejected in the first few years, when this Yang Huai almost gave up the industry, and later by chance, Jian Xiang took a fancy to his script, and then his first movie became a big hit, helping Jian Xiang make a lot of money, and even Jian Xiang was able to squeeze into those upper-class people also relied on this Yang Huai.

After looking back on the life of this Yang Huai, Li Qiaomu looks at this now, probably now is the time when he has never met Huai, the whole person looks sloppy, and he looks very down.

After reporting his name, Yang Huai continued to throw his manuscript into the river, and his mouth was also sulking, "It's really not suitable for this business, they are right, I look like a person who is incompetent, why should I suffer this crime in this industry." ”

Li Qiaomu came back to his senses, looked at him with a desperate look, and suddenly said to him, "Do you want to shoot this script in your hand?" ”

She quickly remembered why she was attracted as soon as she saw a bridge in this script, it turned out that this script was a movie that made Li Jianxiang make a lot of money.

(End of chapter)