Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Paris.

The next morning.

Michael's private office.

Unlike the private cinema filled with old film reels yesterday.

This place is more like a real film production center.

Various project materials are posted on the wall.

The table was piled high with scripts.

Staff members were constantly coming and going.

Everyone is preparing for the next movie.

meeting room.

In the center of the long table.

There was a document lying there.

The cover only has a few words.

The Shawshank Redemption

Michael sat in the main seat.

On the other side of the conference table.

It was Michael's production team.

The producer picked up the script.

Turn to the first page.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"so……"

"Is this the movie you decided to make yesterday?"

Michael nodded.

"Yes."

The producer continued translating.

His brows slowly furrowed.

"Prison theme?"

"No action was taken."

There is no love line.

"Does the protagonist spend most of his time waiting?"

He finished speaking.

Look at Michael.

"this……"

Are you sure?

Michael did not hesitate.

"Sure."

The producer put down the script.

Michael.

"Your last film did very well."

"Many companies are now willing to invest in your next project."

Why choose this?

The meeting room was quiet.

"What the market needs now is a stronger story."

"Young audiences like speed."

"I like excitement."

"I like having clear goals."

"But this story..."

He was looking at the script.

"A man."

"Spending decades in prison."

"Then wait for an opportunity."

"Will this really attract viewers?"

Michael did not answer immediately.

Because of this problem.

last night.

He had asked himself that question before.

If you only look at the surface...

This is certainly not a project that conforms to business principles.

There are no superheroes.

There is no major crisis.

There was no world destruction.

There is no mission to save everyone.

There was only one person.

And a long life.

In the conference room.

Someone flipped through the script.

People were talking in hushed tones.

Just then.

The door was pushed open.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm late."

Everyone looked up.

Lin Yuan walked into the conference room.

Someone glanced at the time.

I glanced at him again.

"who is he?"

Michael stood up.

Introduced:

"Lin Yuan".

Let's pause for a moment.

"The other director of this film."

The air was quiet.

A few seconds later.

Some people thought they had misheard.

"The other one?"

His gaze fell on Lin Yuan.

Nineteen years old.

Asian faces.

He was clearly different from the director they had imagined.

The producer couldn't help but ask:

"Feel sorry."

"I just want to confirm."

"Was he involved in the scriptwriting?"

Michael shook his head.

"No."

"director."

The meeting room fell completely silent.

Lin Yuan sat down.

Looking at the script on the table.

There was no explanation.

There was no rush to prove himself.

The producer looked at him.

"Forest."

"You should know."

What is the biggest risk of this project?

Lin Yuan nodded.

"Know."

"box office."

The producer nodded.

"That's right."

"So what do you think?"

Why are audiences willing to spend money?

"Watching someone spend over twenty years in prison?"

The meeting room was quiet.

Lin Yuan remained silent for a while.

Then ask:

"What do you think?"

Why do audiences like a movie?

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The producer frowned.

"Because of the story?"

Lin Yuan shook his head.

"If it's just a story..."

"Many of the stories are wonderful."

"What truly makes the audience remember you."

"They are characters in a story."

"What did they go through?"

"What are they facing?"

"What kind of people do they ultimately choose to become?"

The meeting room gradually quieted down.

Lin Yuan continued:

"Disaster movies are truly moving."

"It's not the disaster itself."

"War movies are truly moving."

"Nor is it the war itself."

"But in those circumstances that cannot be changed."

"Some people still made their own choices."

Everyone fell silent.

Lin Yuan lowered his head.

He looked at the script on the table.

"The Shawshank Redemption is the same."

"The audience isn't watching a prison."

"It's not an escape."

"It's not even freedom."

"What they saw was one person."

"After losing everything."

"That place still hasn't changed."

In the conference room.

No one speaks.

Michael looked at Lin Yuan.

His gaze slowly changed.

Not surprised.

Rather, it is a confirmation.

he knows.

I didn't choose the wrong person.

The producer leaned back in his chair.

There was a moment of silence.

"But……"

"This story is too slow."

This time.

Michael spoke.

"No."

Everyone looked at him.

Michael is looking at the script.

"It's not slow."

"It is waiting."

The meeting room was quiet.

Michael continued:

"We're not making a story about escaping."

"We want to film a person over a long period of time."

How to stay true to yourself.

No one objected anymore.

Because of this moment.

They finally understood.

Michael was not persuaded by Lin Yuan.

Rather, they truly understood the project.

End of the meeting.

The staff members left one after another.

The producer stayed.

He picked up the script.

ask:

Where's the male lead?

Who are you looking for?

Michael looked at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan did not answer immediately.

He turned to the first page of the script.

There was a moment of silence.

"An ordinary-looking person."

Producer:

"ordinary?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

"But in his eyes."

There must be something.

The producer asked:

"What?"

Lin Yuan said softly:

"hope."

night.

Streets of Paris.

The lights illuminated both sides of the street.

Lin Yuan and Michael walked side by side.

Michael asked:

How are you feeling today?

Lin Yuan:

"very good."

Michael laughed.

"Being questioned."

"Are you alright?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

"certainly."

"If everyone were hearing this story for the first time..."

Everyone says it's bound to succeed.

"That would be strange."

Michael smiled.

"Are you really only nineteen?"

Lin Yuan glanced at him.

"This problem."

"I already asked yesterday."

Michael:

"I still want to confirm."

Lin Yuan said seriously:

"Then go ask the readers."

Michael:

"..."

They both laughed at the same time.

We walked for a while.

Michael suddenly stopped.

"Forest."

Lin Yuan turned around.

"Um?"

Michael gazed at the Parisian nightscape in the distance.

There was a moment of silence.

"Thank you."

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

"What are you thanking me for?"

Michael smiled.

"Thank you for giving me this story."

Lin Yuan remained silent.

Michael continued:

"I haven't felt like this in a long time."

"Looking forward to picking up the camera."

Lin Yuan remained silent for a while.

Then he laughed.

"actually."

"I should thank you too."

Michael was puzzled.

Why?

Lin Yuan looked into the distance.

"Because there are some stories."

"It wasn't done by one person."

"It needs to meet the right person."

Michael looked at him.

Lin Yuan:

"Andy has been waiting for many years."

"Now."

"He finally met someone willing to tell his story."