Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 8 Mission
"Xiao Yu, wait for me for a few minutes!"

After putting down her phone, Yuan Xiaoqin shouted at the employee she had just met, then hurried into the office.

"Old Wu, Old Wu!"

The person Yuan Xiaoqin called Old Wu was naturally Wu Chen's father, Wu Yangming.

"What's wrong? Didn't you just say you were going to call Xiaochen? Is there something wrong with him?"

Wu Yangming was still calculating the cost of buying leather materials in the afternoon. Seeing Yuan Xiaoqin's anxious look, he could not help but put out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.

"It's okay!" Yuan Xiaoqin waved her hands quickly.

"That's good!" Wu Yangming breathed a sigh of relief and then sat down.

"Old Wu, how much money do we have left?"

"Those two stalls in the shoe store owed us over 100,000 yuan. They said the boss in Russia wanted to do another quality inspection. We only have 70,000 or 80,000 yuan left to spend, and we have to use it to buy materials for the next batch of goods. What's going on?"

"Gang Xiaochen said he would be back late during the winter break. He had a script ready and said he might need to spend some time preparing for a movie during the break."

When Yuan Xiaoqin talked about it, she was very proud, but then a little worried.

"Old Wu, we don't understand the movie business, but I think they are short of money. Although Xiaochen said that the school will help, the school is not a charity. Whether they can give that much is another matter."

What Yuan Xiaoqin said was reasonable. Wu Yangming had understood a little bit about it after doing business for many years.

"Well, no matter what, a man should still have some money in his pocket, not to mention that Xiaochen has to make a movie now!" Wu Yangming nodded, then picked up the Red Double Happiness cigarette on the table and was about to smoke one, but was stopped by Yuan Xiaoqin.

"Smoke less. Xiaochen just told you to smoke less on the phone. It's bad for your health."

Wu Yangming was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he put down his cigarette, a relieved smile on his slightly wrinkled face, "Then I'll stop smoking for now. This kid is really controlling me."

Yuan Xiaoqin smiled softly upon hearing this. How could she not understand the man she had lived with for over twenty years? She seemed to have thought of something else. "Don't we still have money for Xiaochen's wife? Why don't we give it to him in advance? If it's not enough, we can ask for payment later."

"It's not much there. If I remember correctly, it's only a little over 50,000. But I'll call him first. I'm planning to buy leather this afternoon and need to get the money. Let's go together."

Wu Yangming put on his leather jacket, picked up his car keys, put them in his pocket, and walked out of the office.

"Do you have Xiaochen's card number?"

"Have!"

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On the other side, Mu Deyuan was in his office, carefully reading the script of "The Dark Side". He took out a pencil and drew a line on a certain part of the manuscript, muttering to himself:

"This kid, the script is really bold, he's not afraid of not passing the review."

"Well, I guess we need to be more restrained here."

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Just at this moment, there was a "bang bang bang" sound of knocking on the door.

Mu Deyuan thought it was Wu Chen coming with the storyboard, and was about to speak, but unexpectedly it was Wang Jinsong's voice that came.

"Old Mu, are you there?"

"Enter!"

Mu Deyuan shouted, and then the door was opened by Wang Jinsong.

"Hey, Old Wang, what brings you here?" Mu Deyuan stood up and was about to pour a cup of tea, but was stopped by Wang Jinsong.

"No need for tea, I can't stay for more than a few minutes, I just need your help!"

"Ok?"

"I'm lending you two students from the photography department. Our class is preparing for final exams, right? There's a revival of a classic play, and we're planning to film it."

"Is it "Thunderstorm" or "Teahouse" this time?" Mu Deyuan responded with a smile upon hearing this.

The acting department's final exams were the same old routine, with improvisational performances and excerpts from stage plays, so he could have guessed it. "Thunderstorm" was mainly designed to assess their character development, dialogue skills, and teamwork."

"Well, it'll take a few days!"

"It's three days in total. The two days of rehearsal are connected, and you have to come and help on the day of the real performance."

"Okay!" Mu Deyuan was thinking about who would be suitable when Wu Chen's voice rang out.

"Teacher Mu, I brought the storyboard." Wu Chen and Park Songri just walked to the door and found that the door was still open. They looked carefully and saw Wang Jinsong still inside.

"Teacher Wong!"

"Teacher Wong!"

The two of them shouted quickly.

Wang Jinsong nodded slightly.

"Isn't that a coincidence? Lao Wang, what do you think of my two students? Let them go."

"Well, it's obvious that they are the elites under your command."

Wang Jinsong was also talking nonsense at this moment. After all, Wu Chen and Park Songri were still freshmen, and Wang Jinsong was a teacher in the acting department. It didn't seem like they knew each other.

"How old are you? Or is it the first year of graduate school?"

Wang Jinsong asked with a smile, and in the past, the photography department would usually send students from their junior or senior years or first year of graduate school.

Before Wu Chen and Park Songri responded, Mu Deyuan spoke first, "They are still freshmen."

These words immediately made Wang Jinsong a little stunned, but in front of Wu Chen and Park Songri, he seemed to be considering how to start the conversation.

"Don't worry, Wu Chen's professional ability is no worse than that of the seniors, if not better. Leave the photography to him, there won't be any problems."

"It's true that a good teacher produces good students!" After hearing what Mu Deyuan said, Wang Jinsong couldn't be worried. Even if he was worried, he couldn't say it out loud now, so he quickly added.

"Are you two okay?" Mu Deyuan looked at Wu Chen and Park Songri and asked.

"I'm OK!"

"Me too!"

Seeing that both Wu Chen and Park Songri agreed, Wang Jinsong explained the time and some preparations and then left.

"Let me see your storyboard."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen handed it over.

"Well done, very professionally written. It seems that you have put in a lot of hard work!" Mu Deyuan quickly flipped through a few pages and nodded slightly.

"I'll need some time for your matter. Even if the project is approved, it will take some time for approval. Let's wait for the news first."

"Thank you, teacher!" Wu Chen and Park Songri were about to leave when Mu Deyuan seemed to think of something. "By the way, whose classes are those during the days Teacher Wang mentioned?"

"It seems to be your class with Teacher Li and Teacher Xu." Wu Chen responded after thinking for a moment.

"Well, they should be in the office next door. You two should tell them so they can find you during class." Mu Deyuan nodded and stared at Park Songri. "Songri, you still need to make up for the lessons you missed due to filming."

"Brother Chen, why? Why didn't Teacher Mu mention you but me instead?" Park Songri said bitterly in the corridor.

“I thought it was a benefit, but in the end I still had to make up for it.”

"Then are you going?"

"Why not? I heard there are a lot of beautiful girls in the acting department of Class 02."

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(End of this chapter)