Chapter 307: The Defense Was Not Broken, It Really Was Not Broken

Minister Wu looked back.

He saw that his little daughter, who had just been lying on the bed, sat up. Her face was even paler than before, and she stared at him as if she had heard a ghost story.

Minister Wu was frightened.

The child vomited all night yesterday and was hospitalized for severe gastroenteritis.

She was groggy in the morning and couldn't even drink water, but she suddenly sat up?

Chen Xiao is the author. Is it so irritating to her?

Minister Wu's mind was spinning rapidly, and he evaded: "What Chen Xiao wrote? You didn't sleep all night, and you have a fever, so you have hallucinations. Where did I mention Chen Xiao?"

The daughter breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at him with a little fear, "Dad? Really?"

Minister Wu looked sure, "Of course, I'm not in the same company with him, how do I know? You should get some rest."

The daughter breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't have the energy to look at her phone.

She lay down slowly, feeling her heart still beating wildly.

She was really scared just now.

The place where the dream begins is so beautiful, don't let the road ahead be full of knives.

Let the little angels Ron and Hermione go, let Principal Dumbledore go, and let Professor McGonagall go.

Minister Wu was relieved to see her lying down, but he was still worried.

The child has such severe gastroenteritis, don't let her be stimulated.

He picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the news released by Oriental Media again.

He didn't think much just now and blurted out his intuition.

Is it possible that Chen Xiao and Dylan are working together?

If it is a cooperative relationship, Chen Xiao is at an age where he cares about his face. Can he really put down his face to shoot others? And why doesn't he write a script and shoot it himself? Why did Dylan choose Oriental Media?

If it is him, then all of this makes sense.

As an old acquaintance who has collided with Chen Xiao since "Farewell My Concubine", he has carefully investigated Chen Xiao's style in the circle.

This young man is quite polite to strangers, and occasionally acts cheaply after getting familiar with them.

After being a director and screenwriter for three years, perhaps in his eyes, the audience is considered an acquaintance.

It really fits his style to turn into an owl to attend a reader meeting.

It seems that it is most likely him.

Minister Wu looked up at his pale daughter.

This child is a Harry Potter fan.

The media will definitely discuss Dylan's identity in the next two days. She must not be allowed to go online until her illness gets better.

After thinking about his daughter, Minister Wu looked out the window.

Well, as far as he knows, large companies and many well-known directors have taken a fancy to this novel in the past few months.

How many directors were disappointed when the news came out?

…

"Disappointed? What's there to be disappointed about?"

On the seaside of Magic City, outside a children's public service advertising studio.

Director Zhuang Kai had a faint smile on his face and said calmly to his assistant, "Let Oriental Media shoot it, don't make a fuss. It's not a waste of the script for Chen Xiao to come and shoot it. Their company also has Sun Li who is good at shooting children's dramas, which is good."

After that, Zhuang Kai patted the assistant on the shoulder, yawned, and walked towards the lounge with a relaxed pace.

The assistant looked at his back with admiration in his eyes.

He knew that under the influence of his son, Director Zhuang read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and then he became obsessed with it, wanting to bring it to the screen.

Now that the opportunity has fallen into the hands of others, he is still so calm and even praises others.

He is worthy of being a top children's drama director, worthy of being a senior!

So calm, so well-organized!

Zhuang Kai walked to the lounge, leaned against the door, and stood quietly for a while.

It doesn't matter, I'm not sad, not sad at all.

Half a minute later, he took a deep breath and sat on the chair, opened his notebook, looked at the "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone-Director's Statement" file on the desktop, and his nose was sour.

As a top children's drama director, he thought he might be able to fight for the opportunity. Even if the chance was slim, he had prepared a version of the director's statement early, writing down his ideas, ideas and requirements based on the literary script, wanting to show the author his original enthusiasm.

As a result, he didn't even have the opportunity to hand it over to the author.

He sniffed, raised his hand to select the script, dragged it to the recycle bin, but his fingers were reluctant to let go.

After a few seconds, he sighed.

I can't bear to leave...

Why don't you contact Chen Xiao?

He is a freelance director, maybe he can get in and get a position.

I heard that Chen Xiao is easy to get along with, and he is also an old acquaintance of Fang Rong and Sun Li, directors of Oriental Legend, and he is a good person.

So, the crew is very nice, if he succeeds in joining the crew, he should not be excluded by the team.

Why don't you give it a try.

Zhuang Kai took a deep breath.

First look at the detailed information, and contact the crew after understanding the situation.

He opened the browser and searched for the official website of Oriental Media on the Internet according to the source of information mentioned by the assistant. He clicked in to open the latest news and quickly scanned the notification.

Two seconds later, he took a breath.

Damn! Chazelle.

A famous troublemaker in the director circle!

And it is said that he does whatever he wants, ignores colleagues he doesn't like, and rarely has a good face.

My God, that means that the staff of that crew are almost all internal staff of Oriental Media. There is also a madman and his subordinates.

Oh my God! Or forget it.

I really want to go!

Zhuang Kai closed his eyes, supported his forehead with both hands, and fell into deep entanglement.

It would be great if I could contact the author.

Who is the author? Chen Xiao? No way?

…

"It's him, definitely him!"

In a small villa in Country M, John, the director of the market research department of Peak Entertainment, slammed his fist on the table.

Damn! Crazy.

More than two months ago, he swore to the vice president that it was not Chen Xiao.

Now it seems that it is definitely him.

"What a**! Does he still have shame? A big international director, in order to make money, turned into an owl and taught children magic tricks live."

John raised his hand to cover his forehead.

He was so angry that he felt dizzy.

The voice of his colleague, Walker, the director of the marketing department, came from the external phone, "You also said that he had a dirty heart before, and Oriental Media was running around everywhere. Why did you lose your IQ this time and deny it in front of the vice president?"

"That was all after-the-fact summary. I used rational judgment, it's not him. Chen Xiao changes the style and distribution strategy for every movie, who can predict it?"

John was really about to cry.

Last month, he came up with a plan to take advantage of the popularity of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by arranging a guest role in the company's updated cartoon to pay tribute to Snape.

He thought he had taken advantage, but it turned out to be a wedding dress for Oriental Media.

Oh my God, will he be demoted?

Damn it, I am really going to cry.

Walker on the other side sighed and said, "You should think like this in the future: as long as something goes wrong, it's all Chen Xiao's fault! Regardless of whether it's true or not, put it all on him. This is safe."

John supported his forehead, feeling helpless, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone is so popular that the distributor and theater chain can't abide by the agreement. Last year's cooperation has no meaning. Hey, Oriental Media... This company is like a software in the past few years. We can only wait for the government to take action. In addition, let's improve the quality of our works ourselves."

"You mentioned this and I remembered. There is a track where we will never run into him."

"Huh? You said."

"His "Farewell My Concubine" and "To Live" are both based on Chinese history. His overseas works are all universal values. Let's not squeeze with him for the time being, change the way, and make films based on European and American history. He can't possibly make this in China, right?"

John's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

But soon, he felt uneasy again.

I'm scared, really scared. I always feel something is wrong.

He pursed his lips, tapped his fingers on the table, and carefully analyzed the source of the uneasiness.

Walker on the other side asked: "Wait a minute, what is Chazelle filming now? Is that Chen Xiao's script?"

John thought carefully for a while, "He hasn't promoted it yet, so I don't know the specific content. But I heard that he built a beautiful pink hotel, the color scheme is like a little princess's castle, and it's a comedy."

"That should be fine. Who would build a pink hotel to shoot history?"

"Yes."

John nodded.

This is a good idea.

He has been studying the market recently and making suggestions to his leaders as soon as possible.

I hope he can keep his precarious position as minister.