When he visited Ba Ye in Xiangjiang a few years ago, Zhou Yan said that he had an idea for a martial arts movie script. At that time, he only had a rough outline.
However, after more than half a year, I used my free time to perfect the script.
"What subject matter?" Lin Shengfei's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"It can be called a companion chapter to "The Taoist Priest Descends from the Mountain," Zhou Yan pursed his lips, "but it's about traditional martial arts..."
Every boy has a martial arts dream, and Lin Shengfei is no exception. He stared at Zhou Yan with interest: "Traditional martial arts? Can you also go up and down?"
"Of course not..."
Although he knew that there was no flying master in the script, Lin Shengfei was still a little curious about what kind of world Zhou Yan created in the script...
“Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, and chivalry violates the law with force.
Gengzi year..."
Zhou Yan gave a rough outline of the story.
After listening to Lin Shengfei opposite, he nodded thoughtfully: "Brother Yan, why do I feel that your script has a deeper meaning?"
At this moment, Lin Shengfei suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Chongwen who was walking this way. He hesitated for a moment, then greeted him with a smile: "Dad, Brother Yan has a new script, it seems quite interesting..."
"Really?" Lin Chongwen turned his head and looked at Zhou Yan curiously, "Brother, we at Miracle Pictures have this honor, can we cooperate with you?"
"I'll send the script to Miracle Pictures later, and we'll discuss it after we collaborate..."
Lin Chongwen left quickly, leaving Zhou Yan, Qin Ruoshu, and curious baby Lin Shengfei standing there, asking questions.
The dinner that followed was basically unattractive to Zhou Yan.
The night banquet of a wealthy family was a harmonious one, without the legendary intrigues and wits, and there were no rich ladies from wealthy families fighting for their beauty and tearing each other apart, which made Zhou Yan, who wanted to see a big show, feel lonely while waiting.
In the evening, after returning home, Zhou Yan sent a script to his royal producer Li Menghuai and introduced the situation of the charity banquet.
"Boss, are we going to cooperate with Miracle?" Li Menghuai's voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.
"Any questions?"
"There are no other problems, but..." Li Menghuai frowned, "There is one issue that needs attention. Miracle Pictures is really a bit big. Let's..."
"This time the "Blade" project is led by us, and the choice of the starring role is up to you..."
Don’t have the right to choose a director?
After all, Li Menghuai was an old man with a flexible mind. He smiled and said: "Boss, has the director been chosen?"
"Eighth Master..."
"Boss, Master Ba's side..."
"The script was handed over to Xiangjiang half a month ago, and Master Ba has already agreed. The rest needs to be discussed with Miracle about the remuneration of the directing team..."
The next day, the "rich family charity dinner" became the headlines of major newspapers.
However, since Mrs. Lin Wen Ning does not like to appear in public, the list of candidates attending the dinner is not the focus of major newspapers.
"Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" jointly created by Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi and with hundreds of millions of sales at charity auctions, became the focus of discussion among the melon-eating masses.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Miracle is quite capable. They just used the message "All the money raised at the auction has been donated to Project Hope" to divert the attention of the melon-eating masses.
The effect is not bad.
When Zhou Yan checked in at the school laboratory, none of the senior fellow students paid much attention to the charity banquet.
After walking around in circles in the laboratory and touching fish in troubled waters for more than an hour, Zhou Yan was pulled into the company by a phone call from Ding Lin, the boss of Yunmai Medicine.
"Mr. Zhou, some of the company's proprietary Chinese medicines have completed quantitative and qualitative analysis and pharmacological experiments, and are about to enter the clinical trial stage..."
Zhou Yan saw Ding Lin staring at him with a smile, and was a little confused: "Hasn't the company already acquired several hospitals to use as clinical trial bases?"
"Well..." Ding Lin was a little embarrassed, "Although these drugs have completed pharmacological experiments, the experiments were done on white mice after all. Although the genes are only about one percent the same as those of the human body, they are not..."
"In that case," Zhou Yan thought for a moment and looked up at Ding Lin, "you call the electronics company's medical staff..."
Wei Qin was quickly called over by Ding Lin.
"Mr. Zhou, what's the matter?"
"That's the thing," Zhou Yan smiled, "I have a copy of the server specifications here. I'll ask you to provide a batch later. The firewall performance must be at the same level as the electronics company's server..."
When Weiqin heard that the firewall had high performance requirements, he was a little confused: "The purpose of the server..."
"Carrying digital human body models for traditional Chinese medicine!"
The digital Chinese medicine human body model was the prize for releasing Zhou Yan to participate in the Chinese medicine trial. Previously, part of it had been decomposed and used in the server of the Yunmai Bracer to serve as a database.
Right now, Ding Lin wanted to have peace of mind before clinical trials, so Zhou Yan also intelligently took out the digital model that had been hidden for a long time.
Digital model of the human body used in traditional Chinese medicine?
Ding Lin frowned: "A while ago, I remember that the country seemed to be working on a digital model of the human body. We..."
"It's similar, but our digital model incorporates the theory of traditional Chinese medicine," Zhou Yan said with excitement, "In this way, we can avoid the problem of treating headaches and treating pains in the head and feet..."
"Um..." the medical staff on the side asked cautiously, "Mr. Zhou, since you have such a team, why don't you do it yourself?"
"You want a group of dying old men to conduct clinical trials for you?" Zhou Yan rolled his eyes at Wei Qin and thought for a moment, "By the way, how far is the localization of computer hardware?"
"The V4 version has been completed," Wei Qin held up his glasses, "Currently, there are many early adopters online, so the user base is relatively stable..."
"Where's the hardware?"
Although Zhou Yan asked the question a bit casually, Wei Qin knew that this was the key point. After all, it was an electronics company and its industry was electronics.
"The company has rapidly accumulated a number of patents in memory, flash memory, motherboards and programmable chips. Under the guidance of the forward-looking technical outline provided by Mr. Zhou, we have quickly achieved overtaking in corners..."
"Okay," Zhou Yan raised his hand and interrupted Wei Qin, "Under the premise of ensuring the technical advantages, we can gradually shift our focus to mobile electronics..."
After chatting for a while, Zhou Yan pulled out the keyboard and made a server configuration table for Weiqin that was enough to carry a digital model of the Chinese medicine human body.
After finishing his work, Zhou Yan ran to Xinghan Architectural Design Institute downstairs for the purpose of checking the post.
Although Qin Ruoshu and his classmates are still in the internship stage, the Architectural Design Institute is no longer as leisurely as it was at the beginning of the internship: as the crews of Yunmai Medicine and other major branches of Xinghan Group are unfolding, large and small buildings
Design tasks are assigned to each group.
It's just an architectural design plan. What really gives a group of prospective graduates a headache is the design of the laboratory and the factory. Not only do they need to consider the appearance, but they also need to coordinate with the electrical instrumentation and other groups...
A group of young newcomers who never knew that architectural design could be so complicated were deeply shocked.
Qin Ruoshu, who also pretended to be very distressed, was happily sorting out the information fed back by the professional group. For Qin Ruoshu, these questions at the moment were already assigned by her boyfriend when she took the "quiz" before.