As they spent more time together, Xu Shengli came to understand that although Wang Yan had only finished middle school, he was still cultured and had depth. When he heard that Wang Yan wanted to make a movie, he was happy to have a chance at real practical experience, but he did not think highly of Wang Yan either. He believed Wang Yan was just acting on a nouveau riche whim, coming up with one idea after another.
But after hearing Wang Yan explain the story concept in greater detail, he felt a little overwhelmed. The story had a strong structure, was highly engaging, and had suspense and twists. From the perspective of an unknown and unprofessional screenwriter like himself, as long as it was filmed competently, it would be a pretty good movie.
"Brother Yan, amazing! Truly amazing!" Xu Shengli clapped excitedly. "Your story is so good. As long as it can be made, it definitely won't turn out badly! Don't worry, Brother Yan. I'll make sure to write the script properly."
"Nonsense. If you write it badly, I won't use it." Wang Yan looked thoroughly disgusted.
Xu Shengli was not embarrassed in the slightest and instead asked, "Brother Yan, what are we calling this movie? Have you decided?"
"The Man from Earth."
The group mulled it over and all agreed that it was a great, highly fitting title. Just hearing the name made people interested, and so on.
Tao Liangliang asked, "Brother Yan, what about me? What should I do?"
"I think you should know how to compose, right? Didn't we say you'd handle the score? If you can, then compose the music based on the script Xu Shengli writes. If you can't, then have Brother Cui find someone later, and you can go learn from them.