The Script Was Finished

At two in the morning, Li Xun finished writing the script for Episode 5. Only then did he turn off the lights and go to sleep.

The next day, he woke up a little late and barely clocked in on time. As soon as he sat down at his workstation, Wang Hai came over.

"President Dai was just asking about you."

"What did she ask?"

"She asked why you still weren't here. I said I thought I'd just seen you, and you'd probably gone to the bathroom. Guess what she said?"

"What?"

"She didn't believe me at all. She said you were late on your second day at work, which showed you had a serious problem with your attitude."

"Was that all she said?"

"No. When she turned to leave, she muttered something under her breath. I think she said, 'That guy's always talking nonsense. You can't believe a word he says!' I didn't quite catch it, though. By the way, have you ever lied to President Dai?"

"No, of course not!"

That woman still didn't believe he could keep his mouth shut! Was she warning everyone else in advance? Basically, she was saying he couldn't be trusted, so they shouldn't believe anything he said?!

Li Xun sat at his workstation and continued writing the script, feeling a little frustrated.

Ten thousand yuan wasn't easy to earn. He'd definitely made an enemy of her!

He regretted it so much!

Why had he done that back then?

If he could turn back time, Li Xun would never have taken that drink.

If he hadn't taken that drink, he wouldn't have gotten drunk. And if he hadn't gotten drunk, he wouldn't have—despite kissing her a hundred times, he hadn't gotten to savor the experience at all!

Wasn't that just Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit?

He hadn't even gotten to enjoy it, yet he still had to bear the brunt of her anger. What a loss!

Drinking really did cause trouble!

If he hadn't taken that drink, would he really have passed out after kissing her just a hundred times?

He should've at least...

Forget it, forget it.

In short, he regretted it!

At around eleven in the morning, Li Xun stretched mightily. He had finally finished the script for the first unit of Young Bao Qingtian: Famous Throughout the World.

"Brother Wang, once we've finished a script, how do we usually show it to the bosses?"

Wang Hai kept typing and replied absently, "Just send it to President Dai's email. She's personally overseeing this project. By the way, do you know her email address?"

"Hold on. You finished the script?" Wang Hai suddenly realized something. He turned to Li Xun, staring at him in disbelief.

Li Xun nodded. "Not all of it. I've just finished the first six episodes. It's an anthology, and the first six episodes tell a complete story. Those episodes are enough to judge whether the show has potential, so I'm planning to send them to President Dai first."

Wang Hai wrote down an email address for Li Xun, then watched him with astonishment.

Even if Li Xun's script was absolutely terrible, the speed at which he'd written it was still astonishing.

It was only the first six episodes, but he'd written them in two days?

And it was one of the genres widely considered hardest to write?

Since when had mystery dramas become so easy to write?

Had he just bashed his face into the keyboard and called it a script?

Wang Hai suddenly found himself curious.

Li Xun tidied up his script, then sent it to the email address Wang Hai had given him.

Wang Hai pushed off against the floor with his foot, rolling himself and his chair over to Li Xun. Curious, he asked, "Six episodes in two days? How's that even possible? Can I take a look?"

Li Xun didn't mind. He opened the document and said, "Sure. Give me some feedback while you're at it!"

At that moment, Dai Ying was in the vice president's office, taking a call.

"Mom, don't worry. Your daughter isn't going to die alone. I'm so outstanding—how could I not find someone?"

Her mother sighed on the other end. "Sweetheart, you're exactly why I'm so worried. You make more than ten million yuan a year. What kind of man could possibly be good enough for you? And how many men good enough for you are still unmarried? My daughter is so outstanding. Surely she shouldn't have to settle for a divorced man for her first marriage?"

"Mom, don't worry. There are 1.4 billion people in the country. There are plenty of outstanding men out there. One of them is bound to be good enough for your precious daughter. Stop worrying!"

"Stop worrying? How could I not worry? In our village, even people missing limbs or with severe brain disorders have matchmakers knocking on their doors. Their daughters aren't nearly as good as you, yet their doorsteps are worn down by people coming to arrange matches. But our daughter is so outstanding, and apart from those first couple of years after you started working, no matchmakers have come by. Your father and I are practically forgetting what a matchmaker looks like. What kind of situation is that?"

"If there's no one suitable back home, I'll find someone in Beijing. What's there to worry about?"

"So there's someone suitable around you? How old is he? Has he been married before? What does he do? How much does he make?"

A figure suddenly surfaced in Dai Ying's mind. He was the first man to kiss her, and the first man she had kissed of her own accord, even if they'd both been drunk at the time.

To stop her parents from worrying all the time, she decided to lie.

"Mm!"

"You little rascal, what does 'mm' mean? Is there really someone?"

"Mm!"

"Tell me about him, quick! How old is the young man? What does he do?"

"Mom, it's not like it's definitely going to work out! His age—he's four years younger than me, and he's one of my subordinates. He's a screenwriter right now, and makes a little over a hundred thousand yuan a year. But his work comes with high commissions. If he manages to write one or two hit shows, the reputation and connections he builds will be enough to last him a lifetime."

"Four years younger? That's good. A woman four years older brings good fortune! A twenty-five-year-old earning over a hundred thousand a year isn't bad at all. Young men like that are hard to find. Listen, men have their pride. Just because he's your subordinate doesn't mean you can speak to him without any consideration. Women should still be a little gentle when the moment calls for it, no matter how much they earn. Don't look down on him just because you make more. Remember that. By the way, do you have a photo of him? Send it to your father and me so we can take a look."

"We'll talk about it later. I'm hanging up—I have to work."

Dai Ying hurriedly ended the call. She touched her cheeks, which were burning hot, and felt inexplicably guilty, like a thief caught in the act. They'd barely spoken a few times, and she was still trying to make everyone dislike him. Yet behind his back, she'd secretly made him her boyfriend. Was she crazy?!

"I have to keep this strictly confidential. Other than my parents, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no one can know—especially him! If anyone finds out about this, I might as well jump in a river!" Dai Ying swore to herself.

Dai Ying poured herself a glass of cold water and gulped it down. Her face wasn't as hot as before. But then she remembered that her mother had asked for a photo, and her cheeks heated up again.

"What excuse could I use to take a picture of him?" Dai Ying fretted.

Just then, she noticed an email notification on her computer. She opened it and saw that it was from Li Xun.

Dai Ying wondered why he'd emailed her. Could it be the script for that mystery project? Impossible. He'd only been at the company for two days!

If he was emailing it, then he must have at least finished the first two episodes, along with the outline, synopsis, and character biographies. Could he really be that amazing?!

Young Bao Qingtian: Famous Throughout the World?

It really was a script?!

But who was Bao Qingtian?

Because of a divergence in the timeline, not many people in this world had heard of Bao Zheng. The Three Heroes and Five Gallants, as well as the various related storytelling performances and operas, didn't exist in this world. So the name Bao Qingtian definitely wasn't a household historical property here.

Half an hour later.

Dai Ying pressed the internal extension on her phone. "Xiao Ting, go find producer Tang Jiahe, and see if director Kong Teng is there too."

She took a deep breath.

Dai Ying clenched both hands tightly. It was a sign of how excited she was. She had a feeling that Young Bao Qingtian might stir up a storm even bigger and more powerful than The Coroner.

But had he really written the script in only two days? And it wasn't just the first two episodes she'd imagined—it was a full six, making up a complete mini-story!

Was that even possible? Dai Ying couldn't believe it, but the evidence was right in front of her. She had no choice but to believe it!

So this was what a genius was like?