That night.
Tang Yao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on him, reflecting his long figure.
"Dad, I have met several directors of Yuancheng Group."
The directors mentioned in his mouth are all old friends of his father.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a few coughs.
"What did they say?"
"Listening to them, I still think of old feelings. In recent years, I have also had a lot of dissatisfaction with Fu Zhao. However, I learned from them that Fu Zhao has recently acquired shares in Yuancheng."
After another silence, Tang Yuanshan sighed heavily, as if he had made up his mind.
"There are some things, it’s time to let Nuan Nuan know. She is the successor shareholder of the company. Even though the facts are difficult for her to accept, she has to come forward and take back the company’s sovereignty. Otherwise, if this continues, Mr. Tang’s Sooner or later, the family business will be swallowed up by Fu Zhao."
Listening to this, Tang Yao was silent.
He knew that his father's statement was reasonable, but when the time came, he couldn't help but consider the feelings of Nuan Nuan.
She should have stayed away from right and wrong, was well protected, and shouldn't be involved in these disputes.
Tang Yuanshan said solemnly: "Hurry up."
He couldn't be more clear about the thoughts in his son's heart, but if things were to happen, he could no longer hide Fu Nuan.
He also watched that girl grow up since he was a child, and if he had a choice, he would naturally not want to involve her.
"My body is almost recovered, and I will return to China next week."
"Actually you don't have to..."
"No need to say it again."
Tang Yuanshan interrupted his son, he had decided, and it was useless to say more.
Tang Yao darkened his eyes and said nothing.
…
The consequence of thinking about the script in the dream of being late is—
Almost late for work the next day!
Fortunately, there was no class in the morning, and when he arrived at the office, Fu Nuan took the time to write last night's idea into a script.
Due to time constraints, only a rough outline was given until lunch time.
"Teacher Fu, do you want to fight like that?"
Seeing her writing and drawing in a draft, An Zhu couldn't help but exclaim.
"Unfortunately, I still haven't finished writing. I will go to the rehearsal hall of the drama club in the afternoon to at least tell the students the idea of the script."
"You have to pay attention to your body. It's better to eat first, and then talk about it after eating."
…
After taking a break for lunch, Fu Nuan went to the rehearsal hall, seeing that the time was almost up.
When the time came, Du Ruo and other members were already preparing in the rehearsal hall, and he seemed to be the one who was late.
Fu Nuan raised his hand awkwardly and looked at his watch. He was relieved. He was not late. It seemed that the students came earlier.
"Teacher, how is it? Has our script come out?"
Du Ruo was kind on the surface, but there was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
How easy is it to write a new script in a day
The teacher in front of him is really too, how old he is, he is still fantastic.
"The script... Sorry, it's not fully formed yet. But the story is already thought out, I can tell you slowly."
With that, Fu Nuan handed out a copy of the draft of the script he had printed.
"Teacher, aren't you?"
Du Ruo looked at her in disbelief, and sneered: "Yesterday you vowed to have a complete and good script today. The members have heard it. Today is a direct rehearsal. Everyone is very busy, at most only half. Hours of rehearsing, but you told us that the script has not been finished yet? So, are we listening to your live explanation of the creation during this half an hour?"
As soon as this remark came out, it immediately resonated with several members.
"Yeah, I still have classes next!"
"I also dated someone..."
Everyone was talking about it, and it seemed that there was a little dissatisfaction.
Fu Nuan gave a light cough and said, "Look at the first draft first. The lines still need to be polished, but the big frame is already formed. I believe everyone is very smart. You can understand it when you say it, right?"
Although there are some emotions, but all said so, no one wants to admit that they are stupid, and they all look seriously cooperative.
Fu Nuan smiled slightly and began to explain.
"This time I have a more innovative idea. The story is happening in modern times..."
"Teacher Fu, you said Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai have reached the modern age, do they want to cross?"
The other immediately retorted: "If it's not going to go through, I can't accept this form."
Fu Nuan smiled and shook his head, and said: "It's not a journey, but they are modern people. After meeting, because of some chance, they unlocked the memory of the past and the past, and then stayed together in this world."
The members watched the first draft of Fu Nuan's script while listening to her to explain the specifics. After listening slowly, they found the story interesting and even participated in the discussion.
"It feels very interesting to hear you say that!"
"Yes, yes, it not only retains the original traditional story, but also opens a new chapter, making the story different from the past."
"The most important thing is to fill up the regret that people who love each other can't stay together, and it can be considered a happy ending."
The members all agreed with the idea of the script and expressed their support.
"The teacher is not the same!"
Du Ruo didn't expect this teacher Fu to get her members so easily, and his complexion became a little ugly.
The repertoire and script have always been determined by her president, and she is also the director, but now that Fu Nuan comes, her work has been robbed.
In previous years, there were teachers who came to give guidance, but no one was involved like Fu Nuan.
At this point, she couldn't say anything against it, she could only follow the trend.
Unexpectedly, someone whispered again: "It's much better than the old scripts of Sister Du Ruo in previous years."
Although the sound was not loud, it was enough for Du Ruo to hear.
With so many people there, and the teacher, she was not easy to have a seizure, so she could only bear it and go back.
"Then if there is no problem, let's assign a role first."
As soon as Fu Nuan's voice fell, someone immediately recommended: "The actor should be the vice president. He is a corner A all year round in the agency."
No one had any objections, so the choice of the actor was decided.
"In that case, I will be the heroine."
Du Ruo said something indifferently.
"Senior sister, can you do it? You have been a director for the past few years..."
"Those who can direct the show will naturally act, or do you think you are better than me?"
Although this is proud, it is also true, plus Du Ruo is the president and senior sister, no one dared to object.
Next, several supporting roles were finalized. After Fu Nuan familiarized everyone with the plot of the first act, he began to rehearse.
"This canyon away from the hustle and bustle is to find a source of inspiration..."
Du Ruo read her own lines and added physical performances, but it seemed like that, but the fly in the ointment was the tone of her lines.
"Classmate, I don't think your emotions were particularly in place just now, do you think this will be good..."
Before Fu Nuan could finish her words, Du Ruo interrupted her impatiently and sneered: "Teacher, are you not? Do I perform this thing, am I professional or are you professional? I have my own way of acting, please respect me."