When Zhang Tan entered the conference room, everyone had already arrived.
"Teacher Zhang."
"Good morning, Teacher Zhang."
"Good morning, Teacher Zhang, you are in good spirits."
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These actors who passed the audition were all interviewed by him, so they naturally knew him.
Zhang Tan responded and found a seat to sit down. Producer Gao Xiaolan and director Zhang Tongshun had not arrived yet. He looked around and saw that several leading actors had arrived.
Su Lan looked at him with a smile. She didn't expect that Zhang Tan was quite prestigious and everyone respected him.
She has been in many film crews, and the director is naturally one of the most authoritative people. However, screenwriters often have no status and are no more than ordinary workers. They even live in misery and are the punchlines of the crew. When the director fails to make a film,
I scolded the co-ordinator for not making good arrangements, and the co-ordinator said that it was the screenwriter who wrote it this way. The screenwriter? The screenwriter couldn't be tough and had to be wary of actors coming into the room at night and saying, "Teacher Zhang, this needs to be changed. I think it should be written like this."
"Teacher Zhang, my lines are too few, please add more~~"
Zhang Tan is not so submissive. During the last audition, he was one of the three interviewers. It is not uncommon for a screenwriter to be an interviewer, but it is rare.
"Hello, Teacher Zhang, my name is Wu Yue, and I am playing Chen Yu this time."
A handsome young man came over to say hello. He was originally chatting with Chen Feiya.
Zhang Tan looked at him.
Wu Yue did not come on the day of the audition, but arrived the next day. Zhang Tan was not there at the time, so it was Zhang Tongshun and the actor-director who auditioned.
He has a very gentle temperament, a bit delicate, but not handsome, which is quite suitable for Chen Yu, a straight man in science, engineering and steel.
"Hello……"
Zhang Tan was chatting with him, and suddenly his phone vibrated with Malanhua's call.
"Sorry, I have to go out first."
"As you please."
Wu Yue watched Zhang Tan leave. In other crews, such a young screenwriter would either have a backstage, or he would have risen to the occasion and become a celebrity, otherwise he would be no different from an ordinary worker. He didn't know which type Zhang Tan belonged to.
However, he has heard that screenwriters at Pujiang Film Studio have a high status and the role of screenwriters is highly valued here.
Zhang Tan went out, took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, and immediately saw...Bai Jianping in the crowd!
This big shiny bald head shines under the chandelier in the hall, which is so eye-catching.
Not only him, but everyone who appeared in the hall would be forced to look at him, as if the bald head was a magnet.
Zhang Tan forced himself not to stare at the bald head all the time. He looked around and saw Xiaobai carrying a small schoolbag.
This little friend was chirping and circling around the handicrafts in the hall, marveling and excited.
Pujiang Film Studio started out as an animation company and has produced many classic cartoons and a host of beloved cartoon characters.
In the lobby on the first floor of the building, there is such a display area with many figures of cartoon characters, where Xiaobai fell.
When Malanhua saw Zhang Tan coming down, she immediately pulled Xiaobai, who was reluctant to leave, to greet him.
"Boss Zhang, please come and pick us up." Malanhua said.
"It's okay, Xiaobai, what you wear today is so cute."
Zhang Tan praised the children. When facing a family, praising children is definitely a topic that is tried and tested.
"Hoohoho~~~" Xiaobai was very happy.
Zhang Tan said to himself, it’s just your hairstyle that deducts points.
"let's go."
Zhang Tan took them into the elevator and warned, "Don't be nervous, it's just a tea party. Let's chat, get to know each other, and make friends."
Xiaobai let go of Malanhua, and at some point she was at Zhang Tan's feet, holding his pants, raising his little head and saying, "Blow it down."
Malanhua glared at her secretly, and emphasized several times on the way here that it was a script seminar, not a blow-up, this melon just wouldn't change.
Zhang Tan smiled and said: "Yes, it means blowing it to pieces and setting up the Dragon Gate Formation."
He was influenced by Xiaobai and also understood a lot about Trump.
Zhang Tan took Xiaobai and his family into the conference room, found a place for them to sit, and then introduced to everyone who was looking curiously: "This is little Bai Chunhua, everyone can just call her Xiaobai, she is the female supporting character in this drama.
This is Xiaobai's aunt, Malanhua. This is Xiaobai's uncle, Bai Jianping..."
Xiaobai climbed up on the chair and put his short legs neatly on the chair. He wanted to say hello to everyone, but he was shy and turned into an awkward and polite smile.
Bai Jianping and Ma Lanhua seemed very reserved and felt out of place here, like ugly ducklings among the swans.
"Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink a bear?" Zhang Tan asked Xiaobai with concern.
Xiaobai picked up the sippy cup hanging around her neck, took a sip, and said she was hydrated.
Zhang Tan still brought her a bottle of bear drink, inserted a straw into it, and let her hold it and drink it slowly.
Su Lan looked at Zhang Tan and Xiao Bai, curious about the relationship between the two. This was too caring for the children.
There were many people at the scene who were thinking the same thing. From a few simple actions, it can be seen that this young teacher Zhang takes good care of Xiaobai.
Xiaobai happily took a sip of the bear and gave it to Ma Lanhua who was sitting next to him: "Auntie, do you want to drink it?"
Malanhua said she didn't want to drink it and asked Xiaobai to drink it by himself.
"Don't take it from me." Xiaobai said worriedly. Malanhua was so angry that she felt like a ghost in her heart. Guawazi was very disrespectful. What did she mean by saying such words in public? How would everyone think about her? Stealing the children's possessions.
Drink?
Her attention was quickly diverted by Xiaobai, because Xiaobai took off the small schoolbag he was carrying, handed it to her and said: "Auntie, pancake fruit."
Malanhua prepared pancakes and fruits, and wanted to meet everyone and give them something she made to express her feelings.
But when she came in, she saw the people present, including beautiful women and handsome men, who spoke politely and elegantly, and were all dressed in a very high-end style. They had more status than the high-end white-collar workers on West Chang'an Street.
She felt an inferiority complex that could not be suppressed in her heart. She felt that her status was too different from that of others. The pancake fruit in her hand seemed to be very heavy and she was too embarrassed to take it out.
This woman, who could do the heaviest and most tiring work on the construction site, push a stall cart and sell pancakes and fruits while shouting loudly in the crowd, was now in an embarrassing situation.
Although no one looked down on her, no one looked at her with strange contempt, she seemed to be restrained by an invisible pressure. It was difficult to even speak, let alone take out the pancakes in her small schoolbag.
The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't help but lower her head.
Xiaobai wondered why her aunt didn't take out the pancakes and fruit. While shaking her legs, she reminded: "Auntie, let's eat pancakes and fruit for everyone."
Seeing this, Zhang Tan smiled and said, "I'm in a hurry and I haven't had breakfast. Give me a set of pancakes and fruit to cushion my stomach."
After hearing this, Malanhua looked at him with great gratitude, smiled awkwardly, and whispered: "The pancakes are cold."
Zhang Tan said: "It doesn't matter, the weather is hot, it's better to be colder."
He took the small schoolbag that seemed to weigh a lot from Malanhua and took out a large bag of pancakes packed in paper bags.
The pancake fruit is still warm, not cold at all.
There are pancake fruits neatly packed in the packaging bag. Each one is packed in a small paper packaging bag and has a number with handwritten Arabic numerals. It looks like the handwriting of a child.
This was done by Xiaobai's family last night. Ma Lanhua was responsible for doing it, Bai Jianping was responsible for helping, and Xiaobai was responsible for putting it in paper bags and writing numbers on the paper bags.
She also wanted to draw a smiling face, but was stopped by Malanhua.
Zhang Tan took out one, said it smelled good, and asked everyone: "There are hot pancakes here. Is there anyone who hasn't had breakfast? You can try it. Sister Ma's craftsmanship is very good."
Everyone looked at each other, a little confused, and couldn't figure out why they bought so many pancakes and fruits. Then they thought of what Zhang Tan said. Sister Ma's craftsmanship is very good. Did Sister Ma make it herself?
While everyone was stunned, Ma Lanhua, who had just felt better because of Zhang Tan's actions, became depressed again.
Look, everyone was surprised. They knew she shouldn't have brought pancakes and fruits, but she took it for granted and even caused boss Zhang to suffer. Everyone would definitely look down on him.
She lowered her head, and the hand on her knee suddenly felt warm and was being held by someone, Lao Bai beside her.
The timid Lao Bai looked at her encouragingly, raised his head, held his chest up, and smiled.
Although this smile looks like crying, there are a lot of wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, which is extremely ugly.
Lao Bai understands his mother-in-law very well. She is a strong woman with such a strong self-esteem that he does not dare to compete with her at home.
Ma Lanhua felt warm in her heart. Yes, she was originally selling pancakes and fruits. She originally lived in a village in the city, renting an old house, and her family was in the countryside. Of course she couldn't compare with these formal actors.
Since there is no comparison, then don't compare. We are all human beings and no one is superior to anyone else.
She couldn't help but think of the script she had been memorizing for the past few days. There was a sentence in it that she forgot what it said specifically, but the general idea was that a better life is to maintain a positive and optimistic attitude, which is more important than money and wealth.
She suddenly thought about it, raised her head, faced everyone's gaze, and was about to speak when a gentle voice suddenly sounded in the quiet conference room.
"I can smell the fragrance from afar. Give me one. I'm hungry. Let's try Sister Ma's craftsmanship."
Malanhua looked over and saw a girl sitting near the front.
