Xiaobai, who was thinking about the big baby next door, got up early the next day and wanted to make friends, but was stopped by Bai Jianping, who was wearing a pair of panda eyes, and refused to let her go and had breakfast first.

"Bring your schoolbag, take your quilt and go to kindergarten." Bai Jianping said.

"I also have to bring my sister." Xiaobai muttered while carrying his schoolbag.

Bai Jianping gave her a blank look. The baby was the same as her mother when she was a child.

"Let's go to school, put down your silkworms and don't take them to kindergarten."

"I don't, I want to take care of silkworm baby thia."

“Can’t it be good to let them eat and sleep well at home?”

"not good."

"You're not going to be so mean."

Bai Jianping opened the door and let Xiaobai go out. Xiaobai stood by the door, raised his face and said to him, "Uncle, have you let me out again?"

"You are not a dog, why do I keep you in lockup?"

"I'm a windmill car, you're a fake experienced person."

"I'm a hammer!"

"Oh Huo, uncle, you are a hammer~hohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho

Bai Jianping sighed and said, "Don't sleep well at night, and chat in a mess."

"Why don't you sleep well?"

"You made a noise."

"I'm sleeping well."

Bai Jianping was even more speechless. Xiaobai, who kept saying that he had insomnia, did not suffer from insomnia in the end and slept more fragrantly than anyone else. However, he had fallen and slept soundly after he heard the yelling of Jizidudu for half a night.

"Xiaobai, tell me honestly, how many chickens have you put at home? Are there 6?" Bai Jianping asked. He was idle last night, so he called chickens based on his voice. The more he counted, the more he counted, he became more and more energetic, because he couldn't count, so he racked his brains to listen to the sound to distinguish the position.

"I don't have it, I'm a good baby~hum!"

Xiaobai dada ran to the door next door, squinted his eyes and peeked into the cracks of the door. Bai Jianping said, "What are you looking at? Where are there cracks on the door?"

"Little friend~Little friend, have you eaten wildly?" Xiaobai shouted at the door, shouting a few times, but did not respond, thinking that the family was gone again and got up very early.

"Uncle, you are telling me to sleep in." Xiaobai blamed Bai Jianping for sleeping in today? She didn't get up early yet.

Bai Jianping was speechless? He thought of an important thing: "Tell me how many chickens are called in the house, otherwise I will still not be able to sleep tonight."

The two went down the stairs, went out the door, walked through the narrow alley, and came to the gravel road. Xiaobai felt something and looked back at the fourth floor. He saw a doll lying on the window and looking down at her. Both of them happened to find each other.

Xiaobai pointed at Bai Jianping in surprise and said, "Look~ It's that big boy~"

Bai Jianping looked at it, but saw that there was no one behind the window.

"Running and chatting~" Xiaobai said, "I'll go find him."

Bai Jianping caught her: "No, you are going to kindergarten now? You are about to be late."

On this day, Wu Shiying came very early in the Little Red Horse Academy. When she came, Zhang Tan was running in the yard. She stood quietly in the distance without disturbing, and she didn't let him notice it. It was not until Zhang Tan took the initiative to stop that she walked out and bought him breakfast.

"Thank you, you came so early? You have to wait for me, I'll go back and take a shower first." Zhang Tan said.

Wu Shiying: "No rush? I'll go to the studio first."

Zhang Tan returned home? He took a shower? He changed his clothes, had breakfast every few days, and drove Wu Shiying to Pujiang Film Studio. Jiang Rong had arrived. There was no need to introduce it. The two had already met at dinner last night.

"From the future, you will connect with each other, Xiaoying, you will be in the same office with Jiang Rong for easy communication." Zhang Tan said.

The two of them were later responsible for the adaptation of the script of "Dream Search and Travel", just like him and Song Wen of "The Light Burner".

With Zhang Tan's support, Jiang Rong finally took over the position of screenwriter of this comic.

After arranging Wu Shiying, Zhang Tan returned to his office. Not long after he sat down, the phone came to his phone, which was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, is it Zhang Tan?"

"I am, you are?"

"Oh hello, you may not know me. My name is Huo Xuyong, and I am the director of Zhongxuan Entertainment."

When Zhang Tan heard this, he immediately recalled the company Zhongxuan Entertainment in his mind. He was impressed and still had a deep impression. It is one of the top large entertainment companies in China. It is similar to Pujiang Film Studio's position in the animation industry. Zhongxuan plays an important role in the film and television industry.

The reason why Zhang Tan has a special impression of this company is that he dreamed of joining this company during his college years and had a very detailed understanding of it.

The other party claimed to be Zhongxuan's director, and Zhang Tan was difficult to tell the authenticity. He didn't know who Zhongxuan's director was, maybe Huo Xuyong or Zhang Xuyong.

However, no one should be so bored that he used this to deceive him, Zhang Tan thought.

"Hello, Mr. Huo, are you looking for me?"

"Haha, nothing special, I just want to meet you. I like "Woman Thirty" and "The Secret Corner". These two are very well written, and they are among the best scripts. Zhongxuanhe looks forward to having the opportunity to cooperate with you in the future..."

Zhang Tan quickly understood the other party’s purpose. He was here to poach, but he didn’t say it so bluntly and tactfully, but the meaning was clearly expressed.

The other party also knew that it was impossible to poach Zhang Tan just by phone. This was unrealistic. This phone was just a way of exploring the way. Regardless of whether it was successful or not, get to know each other first and take it slowly, and it is not impossible to survive tomorrow.

After chatting with Huo Xuyong for a while, Huo Xuyong said: "It won't delay your work. I will visit you in Pujiang if I have the opportunity. I sincerely welcome Teacher Zhang to visit Zhongxuan in Peking. We welcome you at any time."

"Thank you, there will be a chance."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Tan thought for a while. This is a reflection of the personal brand effect. "The Secret Corner" is very popular now, with a good reputation, and is well received. As a screenwriter, he is attracting more and more attention from mainstream companies.

If it is said that "Woman Thirty" may be lucky and succeeded by chance, then "The Secret Corner" is Zhang Tan's representative work that proves his value. Luck cannot be patronized by one person twice in a row, it only means that this is his strength, not his luck.

In the future, there will be more and more situations. Zhang Tan knew that as he gradually walked to the front desk, there will be only more poaching like today, not less. No wonder Zhongxuan can do such a big deal, act quickly, and directly push at a high level. The director came out to win over people. Although he knew that he was smelling the fragrance, it was difficult for him not to feel good about it.

The landline on the desk rang. Before answering the phone, Zhang Tan looked at the caller ID and said it was He Miao, director of the screenwriter department.

"Hello, Minister He."

"Are you free? Come to me."

"Okay, come here right away."

Zhang Tan hung up the phone, tidied up his collar, opened the door and left, and came to He Miao's office.

He Miao was drinking tea while staring at the laptop.

"Come? Sit."

He Miao put down the thermos cup, got up and came out of the wide desk, sat on the sofa, and faced with Zhang Tan, poured him a cup of hot tea, and said, "We have too few screenwriters in the film and television department. The stalls are relatively large this year, and there are obviously not enough staff, so it is very difficult to adjust people from the animation department. There are complaints now."

"The company has agreed to recruit people and is about to start. Now we have to find three people to be interviewers. Haven't you followed up on projects recently? I want to invite you to find a few more young talents for us. In addition to you, I am here too. What do you think?"

Zhang Tan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, this is a good thing. We are now more and more projects, and we really don't have enough staff."

For example, "The Hidden Corner", such a big project and such a high investment, he was the only screenwriter, and no helper or assistant was matched with him! Luo Ming, of the animation department, found him as an assistant when he was working on "The Underside of Tianyu Mountain".

"This is indeed a good thing." He Miao smiled. Of course he was happy to recruit people. With more people under his command, he would have more power. "We have more and more projects, and now there is a new project. Are you interested?"

"What project?" Zhang sighed, "Of course I'm interested, I'm so tired."

"I'll send you the project overview in a nutshell. Simply put, it's a drama about the Anti-Japanese War. I just don't know if you can write it?"

"Are you a drama in the Anti-Japanese War? Of course you can write it."

Zhang Tan just wrote "The Eight Hundred" for another director not long ago, but he was not satisfied.

"It is good to have confidence, but for the sake of security, the old rules, everyone compete fairly. Write a script. After the evaluation, whoever is better will be better."

Of course, the script that He Miao talks about cannot be a complete script, but a biography of characters, a story summary, and a story overview of each episode.

There were three screenwriters participating in the competition this time, all of which were chosen by He Miao. Zhang Tan had no plans to do so because the projects Zhang Tan had done before were not in line with the anti-Japanese dramas, and the types were too different, so I was worried that he was not good at it. But later I heard that Zhang Tan sold a film script for the anti-Japanese war, and he happened to be free now. After thinking about it, he decided to give him this opportunity. Maybe it was really good.

After all, when you are young, there are endless possibilities. Unlike old screenwriters, who have a fixed style, they can only write a few fixed types of books they are good at, and they can't jump out.
Chapter completed!