I'm really good at this.

Zhang Hong went to the Capital Tiantan Hospital wearing a mask.

The old man just told him his bed number.

However, he didn't go in because the old man was already asleep.

However, he also met a young man who was keeping watch here.

He was visibly excited when he saw Zhang Hong, who had just taken off his mask.

Zhang Hong gave him a look, he turned around and glanced at the old man who was already asleep, then asked a young man who was also on night watch to keep an eye on things for a while, and then came out.

Just as he was about to say something, Zhang Hong made a "shh" gesture and led him to the trash cans outside the inpatient building.

"Want to smoke?" Zhang Hong pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

The young man nodded, then exclaimed excitedly, "Brother Zhang! I'm your fan! I really like Fang Bie!"

Zhang Hongfa offered him a cigarette, then lit it for both of them before grinning and saying, "It's nothing, nothing, hehe..."

As long as this person doesn't treat themselves like a football like the factory manager's fans, there won't be any problems.

Taking a drag of his cigarette, Zhang Hong looked at the excited young man and asked, "What's your name? What's your relationship with Old Master Jia, brother? Just call me Zhang Hong."

"Brother Hong, you can just call me Jia Xu! That's my grandpa!" The young Jia Xu was clearly very excited. He took out his phone and made a gesture, "Brother Hong, can we take a picture together? My girlfriend really loves your film 'Clouds Falling into the Mortal World'!"

"No problem at all!" Zhang Hong took the phone, made a V sign and took a selfie with him, then handed the phone back to him.

Jia Xu looked quite satisfied after receiving the group photo.

He took a shivering drag on his cigarette before slapping his forehead: "Look at my memory! Brother Hong, what do you need my grandfather for?"

In his memory, his grandfather was just an ordinary old man who was stern and never smiled. He didn't understand what the relationship was between this star director and his ordinary grandfather.

Zhang Hong raised an eyebrow: "Dude, you don't know what your grandfather used to do?"

"I was just a vice president of a bank, and I retired in the 80s. What else can I do? My dad and I never relied on my grandfather. He didn't allow anyone in the family to find jobs through his connections." Jia Xu said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I studied programming, so I don't need to rely on my family after graduation."

Zhang Hong grinned: "What if I told you that your grandfather was a first-class national combat hero, and your family has a ton of medals and awards?"

Jia Xu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Impossible, my grandfather never mentioned it. My father only knows that my grandfather was a soldier when he was young."

It seems the old man didn't tell his family.

The old "Yan Shuangying" has kept his merits and fame hidden, and he is worthy of respect.

"You really don't understand. Your grandfather was a true hero. I was just entrusted with making a film about him." Zhang Hong began to probe, "Brother, what kind of person was your grandfather?"

Jia Shen thought for a moment: "He's serious, meticulous, and very strict, that's about it. My dad, my uncle, my aunt, my cousin, and I are all quite afraid of my grandfather."

"I see..." Zhang Hong said thoughtfully.

He chatted with Jia Xu for a while longer and gradually figured out Jia's personality.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Hong smiled and said, "It's getting late, I won't disturb you going back to rest. How about this, brother, let's exchange contact information and keep in touch."

"Sure, Brother Hong!" Jia Xu was also a very outgoing person. He quickly added Zhang Hong as a friend and said, "Brother Hong, you can contact me whenever you're free. I just graduated, so I'll treat you to hot pot sometime."

"Alright, bro." Zhang Hong put on his mask. "I'll head out now, you should go home."

After saying goodbye, he left the hospital and met up with Lin Muqing, who was waiting there.

After that, he didn't go to see Sun Zheng and Liu Yishou, but just called them to explain the situation.

I didn't pay attention to the surprise they mentioned they had prepared for me later, and just checked into a hotel.

Of course, there are two rooms.

He has one room, and Miss Lin has one room.

He's going to start refining the script!

After studying the documents carefully for over an hour, Zhang Hong's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"A science fiction writer accidentally joins the army, and then transforms from a pampered 'young master soldier' ​​who finds everything troublesome into a true warrior..."

"Wei Laisheng... Future... Life? What a good name."

The story in Zhang Hong's mind gradually became clearer.

Zhang Hong opened his laptop, plugged in the USB drive, and got to work.

A few hours later, it was broad daylight.

Zhang Hong stretched, glanced at the dense text on the document, lit a cigarette with satisfaction, and leisurely smoked it.

A knock came at the door.

Zhang Hong quickly stood up, extinguished his cigarette, and then put the ashtray in the drawer.

Then he opened the window to let in some fresh air.

He finished all of this within ten seconds before opening the door.

Sure enough, standing outside the door was a woman with a great figure and long, straight black hair.

She was also holding a fried egg, bread, and a cup of coffee.

Walking past Zhang Hong into the house, the young lady's nostrils twitched beneath her high, straight nose.

She frowned slightly, glanced at the open window, but didn't say anything. She simply placed the breakfast on the table and said calmly, "Eat breakfast and go to bed early. I'll call you if I need anything."

Zhang Hong grinned: "How did you know I stayed up all night?"

He had just looked in the mirror. Although his stubble was a bit unkempt and his eyes looked tired, he didn't have dark circles under his eyes.

Lin Muqing flicked a strand of hair, her tone still calm: "Because I just know."

No one understands Zhang Hong better than Lin Muqing.

The ratings for the first two episodes should have been released in the early hours of the morning, and many people were having trouble sleeping all night.

For example, Liu Yishou and Sun Zheng, and other people in the crew.

Liu and Sun probably didn't want to disturb Zhang Hong's rest, so they called Lin Muqing at four in the morning to tell her about the ratings.

I also told her that Zhang Hong had been nominated for multiple awards at several award ceremonies.

Lin Muqing immediately dialed Wang Ye's number.

Seconds.

This indicates that the leaders in the stronghold also clearly hadn't slept all night.

After informing them of the news, Lin Muqing waited quietly in her room.

It's not about waiting for Zhang Hong to wake up.

Although she guessed that Zhang Hong was definitely not asleep, she knew Zhang Hong's personality.

With that kind of artistic personality, she wouldn't care about ratings at all.

There's only one reason why Zhang Hong didn't sleep: it was because of what happened last night.

So he must have been working on the script all night.

Lin Muqing wouldn't disturb him while he was creating, although... she really wanted to be there and watch him create.

That's why she prepared breakfast so early in the morning. She wanted to be the first to see the script and also to urge Zhang Hong to eat and sleep so he wouldn't ruin his health.

She glanced at the laptop out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Just as she expected.

No one understood Zhang Hong better than her.

She glanced back at Zhang Hong, who was wolfing down his breakfast, and asked, "May I take a look at this script?"

Zhang Hong said nonchalantly, "Let's see. You're the producer, you call the shots."

"Oh, right!"

Zhang Hong slapped his forehead, pulled out two bank cards and tossed them to her: "This is an investment from Grandma Lu and those grandfathers, totaling about five million. Keep it safe."

Lin Muqing didn't say anything, she just silently took the bank card and sat down in front of the computer.

She knew Zhang Hong, so she knew why he accepted the money.

Naturally, she wouldn't raise any objections—if she had, she would have raised them last night.

As Zhang Hong's chopsticks clattered against the plate, she dragged the document to the top and began to carefully study the script.

Strictly speaking, this is a time-travel fantasy drama.

The protagonist of the story is named Jia Xu.

This guy is a lively and unconventional young man.

The old man was always stern and strict with his children, which led to a rather cold relationship between Jia Xu's father and the old man.

Jia Xu wasn't very familiar with his grandfather either; his impression of him was that he was a stern man who never smiled.

When the old man passed away, he went back with his parents to attend the funeral.

A few years later, when Jia Xu was twenty-two years old and had just graduated from university, the old house in his hometown was demolished. Because his father was too busy to go back, he asked Jia Xu, who was unemployed after graduation, to go back and sort out his grandfather's belongings.

Jia Xu then went back.

While he was sorting through his grandfather's belongings, he found a package at the bottom of the trunk where his grandfather kept his clothes.

After opening it, he learned about his grandfather's unknown past from the materials and medals inside.

It turns out that my grandfather was a first-class national combat hero who participated in the "March War" and was a platoon leader.

There are also photos of my grandfather when he was young inside.

Next to Grandpa's package, there was another package.

Driven by curiosity, Jia Xu opened the package.

Inside, only a Special Merit Medal lay quietly.

Jia Xu extended his hand.

The moment his hand touched the medal, his vision blurred, and he found himself no longer in the old house.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a deserted, dilapidated village.

Snowflakes were still falling outside, but fortunately his trench coat was thick and windproof, so he was alright.

Once outside, he heard footsteps.

Soon, a group of teenagers carrying guns came over, led by two young men in their twenties dressed in regular military uniforms.

Jia Xu's eyes widened immediately.

Because one of them... looks exactly like the young grandfather in the photo!

No! Even younger!

They had obviously spotted Jia Xu as well, and cautiously surrounded him.

However, Jia Xu's deliberate use of his hometown dialect put them at ease as soon as he opened his mouth.

When Jia Xu asked them, they told him where they were and that they were currently engaged in battle.

At the same time, the leader also said that he was the platoon leader sent to train these boys, and his name was... Jia Shen.

A tremendous storm raged in Jia Xu's heart!

Jia Shen...that's his grandfather's name!

Lin Muqing glanced back at Zhang Hong, who was still struggling with breakfast.

Time-travel war drama...?

She continued reading.

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