My wife is in my arms

Chapter 547 Script Twelve
If I didn't take the wrong medicine.

That means the old guy knows something inside that he doesn't.

immediately.

Jiang Kun reached out and flipped through the script on the conference table. He intended to see who wrote it, but unfortunately, there was no credit for the screenwriter. He glanced at Minister Wang and wondered if he should also express his opinion.

At this moment, however, he was still unsure what Chairman Lin meant.

In the workplace, you're not afraid of flattery, but you're afraid of flattering the wrong person. No one will laugh at you for flattering, but if you do it wrong, you'll be ridiculed.

At this moment, he noticed that the head of the publicity department, who had been silent until now, suddenly shuddered, as if realizing something. Then, under his gaze, he spoke up, "Chairman Lin, I also agree with filming 'The Truman Show.' There's something Minister Wang said that I quite agree with: high income means high returns. While the production cost of 'Hotel Paya' is certainly lower, everyone knows the quality of the script; it's completely incomparable to 'The Truman Show.'"

"I also support filming."

Then someone else raised their hand to vote.

Jiang Kun was completely bewildered.

What on earth is going on?!

He found that ever since Zhang You arrived, he had been experiencing a series of misfortunes. Colleagues who used to have a good relationship with him were now intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him, as if he were tainted with some kind of bad luck.

Thinking of Zhang You... Jiang Kun was startled. Could it be that he wrote the script? As soon as this thought came to mind, he realized how foolish his actions had been.

“I support it too.”

Jiang Kun immediately decided to make amends for his earlier actions.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the other executives were looking at him with contempt. Jiang Kun wanted to curse. He would always help these guys without hesitation if they asked him for help, but now they were treating him like this.

They didn't even inform me in advance that Zhang You wrote the script for "The Truman Show".

Jiang Kun had experienced the cruelty of workplace competition firsthand, especially since this competition didn't come from his subordinates in the operations department, but from the heads of other departments.

A bunch of bastards

Jiang Kun cursed inwardly.

Song Lan's phone vibrated. She quietly picked it up and saw that it was a message from Xu Wei telling her that Zhang You had come to the company. Song Lan put down her phone and continued reading.

The situation is now quite obvious.

The script for "The Truman Show" will definitely be filmed. This meeting is just a formality, to let the heads of various departments know that this project is the company's priority this year.

"Since everyone thinks this script is good, I need to see the budget report within a week."

Chairman Lin gave Jiang Kun, the operations manager, a deep look... That one look made Jiang Kun's heart skip a beat, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

really.

Today I photographed the horse's leg.

Last time, he lingered in the bathroom for a long time because he didn't give Zhang You face, and only came over when the meeting started. He had already become a thorn in Chairman Lin's side. Now... Old man Wang Feng was right. It's better to believe it than not. Whether Zhang You is the Nine Thousand Years Old or not is secondary. But for Chairman Lin to support him so strongly, it's obviously impossible that there isn't some personal relationship between them.

After the meeting ended, Chairman Lin was the first to leave the conference room.

"Old Wang, what do you mean?!"

Jiang Kun couldn't help but ask.

"Let's just stick to the facts. I don't believe you can't tell what the script for 'The Truman Show' is like."

Wang Feng replied calmly.

"Was the script written by Zhang You!?"

Jiang Kun asked the question that had been on his mind the most. "How would I know?"

Wang Feng shook his head, then stood up from his chair and said, "I have other things to do, so I'll go take care of them. As for whether Zhang You wrote it or not, what does it matter? As long as the script is good, that's all that matters. We can't control anything else."

"Old Wang is right."

Some people nodded in agreement. After the senior executives left one after another, Jiang Kun knew that these guys had started to join forces to ostracize him. This meant that the previous incident was probably just a trigger. What really made these people choose to do this was probably the rumor that Zhang You was the "Nine Thousand Years Old" of Tianyu Entertainment.

Jiang Kun thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

He never believed such rumors from beginning to end. How could that be!?
Who is Chairman Lin? Who is Zhang You? Especially if there really is something going on, with Chairman Lin's status and wealth, he can just take action first to get Zhang You and Jiang Yiren divorced, and then take his place.

Unless Chairman Lin just wants to have some fun.

That's quite possible. After all, Zhang You is indeed very handsome, and being Jiang Yiren's husband is a fatal attraction for certain women with special preferences.

It's not just men who have a dream of becoming a virtuous ruler.

Women do it too.

But... Jiang Kun shook his head. He planned to have his assistant find out more later.

Zhang You's scenes today were mainly concentrated in the morning, with only one scene in the afternoon. After filming, he was free. Upon arriving at the company, Zhang You went straight into the recording studio, where the singer was recording "Encounter".

After listening for a while, Zhang You asked Jiang Yiren a few questions about her singing when she came out. The song "Encounter" seems easy, but it is actually quite difficult. First, the lyrics are dense; second, the rhythm is fast; and third, there is the transition between true and falsetto voices, which is common in many songs. In addition, because the style of this song is folk, it needs to be sung in a soft and low voice.

It's somewhat similar to "She Came to My Concert," where the secondary high notes should be slightly higher than the verses, but without any emotional expression.

"Abandon all your singing techniques; try to maintain a consistent mood between the verses and chorus of the song."

She heard her husband say that.

Jiang Yiren nodded, returned to the soundproof room, and started recording again.

Standing next to Zhang You, Han Hui turned her head and glanced at Cheng Xiyao, who had come in with Zhang You. Perhaps sensing her mother's gaze, the brat rolled her eyes at her.

Han Hui looked away.

The fact that she was able to follow proves that the brat is alright.

That put her mind at ease.

Hearing Jiang Yiren's singing voice coming from inside, Han Hui felt a tingling sensation in her ears and secretly praised her. After being personally taught by Zhang You, Jiang Yiren's vocal potential seemed to have been fully unearthed, and her singing skills had indeed improved a lot, reaching the singing level of a true diva.

This song, "Encounter," in particular carries a touch of melancholy.

It's like when you're young and you like a girl in the most clumsy way, feeling lucky to have met her. But many years later, you realize that it doesn't matter whether you go left or right; what matters is how you expressed yourself back then.

It took four or five takes to finally satisfy Zhang You.

"My dear, your song is so beautiful."

With an exaggerated expression, Cheng Xiyao said, "I almost cried. It feels like your song 'Encounter' isn't about meeting you, but about all my imaginations about him before I met him."

"..."

Zhang You was stunned.

He looked at Cheng Xiyao in surprise, not expecting that this woman had actually guessed what the song "Encounter" was really trying to express—the initial expectation of love, which is also the purest and most beautiful part of love.

The beauty lies in anticipation.

Because it doesn't dwell on what's past or what's gone, it can be painted with all the colors of one's own understanding and fantasies about love.

(End of this chapter)