Chen Zhihuai almost laughed out loud. What helped them adapt to the environment was obviously because he was afraid that they would die without suffering much.
He was sure that this was what she was thinking.
However, he won't expose it.
Just know it in your heart.
"How is the script you revised?" Qian Yan turned his head and glanced over. Chen Zhihuai quickly handed her the tablet in his hand, "The first script has been completed. It is based on the information in Larkin Hawke's archives.
Adapted from the first archives, it is absolutely restored.”
Having said this, Chen Zhihuai's smile was almost gloating.
People like Larkin Hawke never dreamed that one day they would play the same shows they watched over and over again on this strange island, right?
There are so many records in the archives that it would take them a long time to perform one performance a day.
Unfortunately, these plays are quite long and cannot be completed in one day.
Qian Yan quickly browsed the script and felt that it would be a good idea to bring Chen Zhihuai over to do this, and it would definitely make this group of people deeply involved.
If you can't substitute it once, you can substitute it a few times.
They like to watch interesting programs so much, but they are still picky about this and that. They are not satisfied with this or that. Why don't they cut themselves off and act in it themselves? They shouldn't be picky anymore, right?
"It's very well written." Qian Yan returned the tablet to Chen Zhihuai, "Don't worry, you don't have to work in vain."
Those file records are not detailed, and many details need to be completed by Chen Zhihuai.
Just one or two books. Chen Zhihuai certainly can’t write so many books in vain.
Chen Zhihuai just wanted to say that there was nothing wrong with Baigan. He liked writing scripts. I don’t know when I started liking things I didn’t like before.
Before these words were spoken, Qian Yan said: "Mr. Hawke will definitely be very satisfied with such a good script and will definitely pay you a sky-high royalties."
Chen Zhihuai quickly shut up. It turned out that it was that old guy Larkin Hawke who was buying it.
Then he won't be polite.
It's true that you can't do it in vain. Writing a script also requires a lot of brains and effort.
Returning to Larkin Hawke's side, he looked at the remaining crumbs of bread on his hands, still a little unsatisfied, and finally licked the crumbs clean.
In fact, he was very resistant to such behavior in his heart, and he lost his face to God. He was a little underfed, but he was not licking the crumbs from his hands.
However, a voice inside him told him not to waste any food.
Damn the Eastern Devil!
After cleaning his palms, he raised his head to look at those people. Seeing that all of their expressions were incomprehensible and unable to explain anything, he turned around, picked a tent and got in.
The remaining people were at a loss. Is Larkin Hawke going to live in that simple tent?
Not only for them to live in, but also for him to live in?
What on earth is he doing?
Larkin Hawke was lying in the tent, feeling very uncomfortable. At this moment, he received a call from Qian Yan.
"Dear Miss Han, do you have any instructions?" Larkin Hawke's expression became more and more flattering. He really hoped that she could show some kindness in recognition of his hard work.
Give him a way to survive.
At least, provide delicious food and comfortable accommodation.
"Mr. Hawke, the script you need has been prepared. The author is by my side. You can discuss the deal among yourselves."
"I read this script and it was very well written."
It was written by the Prime Minister of her family. Is it good? It's a waste of talent to do this.
This chapter has been completed!