I'm really good at this.

Zhang Hong had just seen off Sun Zheng and Liu Yishou not long ago. At this moment, he was having dinner, watching a show, and chatting with several elderly men, listening to them reminisce about the past.

As the end credits rolled, an old man took a sip of his homemade rice wine and crunched a peanut with his dentures.

"Great, this sounds just like what Brother Laisheng said back then. It was definitely the right decision to cast you in this movie!"

Although the old man was almost ninety, his iron palm still made Zhang Hong grimace: "I've seen 'Bloody Youth,' the acting was good! Speaking of which, the character you played is somewhat similar to Brother Laisheng!"

Grandma Lu Yingzi put down a plate of freshly made stir-fried shrimp with green peppers, smiled slightly, and said, "It would be great if this drama could be made so that Brother Laisheng could see it."

She looked at Zhang Hong: "Xiao Hong, don't blame Grandma for being anxious, how do you plan to film this drama?"

Zhang Hong was prepared.

He snapped his fingers, and Lin Muqing took out several scripts written by Zhang Hong from her designer handbag and handed them to him.

Zhang Hong took it and distributed a portion to each of the elderly people.

Several elderly people put on their reading glasses hanging around their necks, squinted, and eagerly began flipping through the pages under the lamplight.

Zhang Hong sipped the yellow wine, which he wasn't used to drinking, but was full of confidence.

He had already learned the general situation from Liu Yishou and the others, and understood that these old men were reminiscing about their old comrade-in-arms, who might be the grandfather in the next life.

So they wanted to make a TV series to commemorate him.

Then your prediction will be correct.

People who have passed away become more perfect with the passage of time.

So let's give them Yan Shuangying!

However, when faced with these old men who had actually been on the battlefield, Zhang Hong had already figured out how to explain to them that it was just for artistic effect when they raised questions.

Is it shameful to make anti-Japanese war dramas just to make money?

It's not shameful!

But to his surprise, the elderly people did not question it.

There were even some old men who expressed disdain after reading the script:

"this one?"

Zhang Hong: "???"

What does "that's it" mean?

This is Yan Shuangying, my goodness!

It's Yan Shuangying, the protagonist of a martial arts drama who accidentally wandered into a war film!

Is that not enough? Then I'll add some "Wolf Warrior" as seasoning.

Otherwise, we could just include Captain America from the previous life's "American anti-Germany drama" in there.

Seeing that Zhang Hong seemed a little confused, the old man smiled and said, "Child, although I can't understand the script, your story is quite good."

The old man initially expressed his approval, but immediately raised his doubts.

"However... the protagonist you wrote is too bland, or rather, a bit mediocre."

He was still very understanding of Zhang Hong: "I know you don't want to write it too realistically, but is it necessary to deliberately make the protagonist look so much like an ordinary person for the sake of artistry?"

Zhang Hong: "..."

Waibi Waibi?

Waibibabu?

Did he, Mr. Zhang, mishear, or did you, sir, misspoke?

Yan Shuangying is really nothing special?!

Then it's no choice but to prevent Yan Shuangying from combining with Leng Feng.

Seeing Zhang Hong's wide eyes, the old man began to explain things to him.

"We were all soldiers who fought alongside Brother Laisheng and our platoon leader back in the day. We even received a collective first-class merit!"

Zhang Hong was filled with respect: "First-class merit?"

This is not something an ordinary person can do.

The old man clinked glasses with him in yellow wine and said cheerfully, "That's right! When we raided the headquarters of the 617th Regiment of Fusang, we followed Brother Laisheng to form an infiltration team and outflanked the enemy's rear. We first wiped out a guard platoon, and then we continued to penetrate deeper into the enemy's territory."

The old man took another sip of rice wine with a satisfied smile and began to talk: "Later, our platoon encountered a company of enemy soldiers, but instead of surrendering, they dared to resist us! So we wiped them out."

After that, the twelve of us soldiers followed Brother Laisheng to continue our infiltration deeper into the territory. As we walked, suddenly there was one more person in the group!

We captured him!

Laisheng-ge understood Japanese, so he interrogated him.

That little Japanese soldier was a messenger. He saw us swaggering towards the rear and assumed that Brother Laisheng was some high-ranking official, so he came over to try and get acquainted with us.

Then we interrogated them and found out their regimental deployment and passwords.

Then we crept over there.

Zhang Hong scratched his cheek: "So you guys scouted out the enemy's regimental headquarters movements, waited for reinforcements to arrive, and then annihilated them?"

"No!" The old man waved his hand dismissively. "We just finished our makeup and went in. After we gave each other the password, the Japanese sentry asked for our unit number. Brother Laisheng slapped him twice across the face and cursed 'Baka!' Then they let us in."

Zhang Hong: "..."

Ugh... this is just... beyond words.

But it's not over yet.

"It was already late at night. After we went in, we split into four groups of three and started working! My two brothers and I wiped out the Japanese guard platoon, the second group took down the Japanese regimental command post, the third group blew up their tanks and trucks, and the fourth group fought guerrilla warfare! Then they thought we had a large force behind us, so they all surrendered. Several hours later, our main force arrived and took over the prisoners."

Zhang Hong: "..."

Three people wiped out an entire platoon?

Thirteen men captured an entire regiment?

This is...

Are the average number of "Yan Shuangying" and "Wolf Warrior" members the same?

These old men aren't going to suddenly pull out guns and ask me if I want to see their brains...

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Zhang Hong decided to go back and repent to the screenwriters of those absurd war dramas.

This is even more exaggerated than what's written in novels...

The old man was very satisfied with Zhang Hong's stunned reaction.

He finished his cup of rice wine in one gulp with satisfaction, then patted Zhang Hong on the shoulder: "Young man, write boldly! It's okay!"

He patted Zhang Hong's shoulder and gave him a look.

Zhang Hong nodded in understanding, and then continued to accompany the old men as they reminisced about the glorious past.

Grandma Lu Yingzi sat to the side, smiling as she watched them chat.

After they had finished eating and drinking, when Zhang Hong and his group were about to say goodbye and leave, she took Zhang Hong's hand, put a bank card containing her life savings of one million into it, and said gently, "Child, I'm entrusting everything to you."

Zhang Hong smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

The old men left with Zhang Hong and the others, leaving only Lu Yingzi and the nanny behind to clean up.

Zhang Hong then helped the old man from earlier walk out of the alley with everyone else.

Halfway there, the old man looked back and saw that Lu Yingzi hadn't followed. He stopped, took Zhang Hong's hand, and said with an unusually serious expression, "Child, there are some things we couldn't mention in front of Yingzi, so I'll tell you now."

Zhang Hong was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Please let me know if you need anything."

The old man pulled out a Panda Eye cigarette from his pocket, popped off the sponge filter, lit it, and slowly took a puff before saying, "I want to talk to you about Brother Laisheng's matter. This is a worry for us old folks."

Zhang Hong's eyes sharpened, realizing that the real show was about to begin.

The old man sighed, tilting his head back and staring at the streetlight, as if recalling the past: "Brother Laisheng's name is Wei Laisheng. He was one of the scholars who joined our platoon later."

"At that time, our platoon consisted of sixteen or seventeen-year-old lads. We weren't originally part of the regular army, but we refused to leave, so the organization had no choice but to send our platoon leader, Jia Shen, to lead us."

We found Brother Laisheng when we reached the enemy's doorstep. He was fair-skinned and refined, a scholar from the south who said he wrote fantasy novels. He often taught us strange things; like that robot fight scene you filmed, he said maybe we'd be able to build one in the future.

"Yingzi was not even sixteen at the time. Laisheng treated her like a younger sister and even made candy for her. But we could tell that Yingzi liked Laisheng."

I remember it was a few days before we drove the Japanese into the sea. We were ordered to hold off the enemy's last counterattack. At that time, the Japanese had gone mad and started suicide attacks. Platoon Leader Jia was to cover the rear and told us to retreat.

Lai Sheng said he should go, and the platoon leader agreed, but then...

The old woman's eyes welled up with tears: "But then, Brother Laisheng never came back."

Zhang Hong lowered his head and remained silent.

The old man wiped his face and continued, "Because back then, Brother Laisheng said that after the war was over, the country would definitely build a monument, and he would take everyone to see the monument. Yingzi stayed here and never got married."

"And then there's the platoon leader, who's older than all of us. He regretted it his whole life. He often said that if he had refused Brother Laisheng and gone to cover the retreat himself, things would have been fine."

The old man took out a bank card and stuffed it into Zhang Hong's hand, then gripped his hand tightly: "There are more than four million in here. It's what we old folks saved up by scrimping and saving. We're giving it all to you. Our platoon leader is in the hospital. His illness is actually curable, but... we want him to let go of this obsession and focus on his treatment, so he won't feel guilty anymore."

And Yingzi, she waited her whole life...

As he spoke, he took out another package and stuffed it into Zhang Hong's arms: "This contains all the memories we have of Brother Laisheng, as well as his certificates of merit and medals from back then. Child, I'm entrusting them all to you."

He wanted to bow, but Zhang Hong quickly stopped him.

He didn't refuse the bank card in his hand, but he also didn't accept the other party's gift.

Helping the elderly woman up, Zhang Hong's expression was unusually serious: "Don't worry, I will definitely make this film well! This is my promise as a Chinese man!"

Yan Shuangying?

Wolf Warrior?

No, there's no need to film any of these.

He already had a general idea; he just needed to go back and refine the script.

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