Finally, after patiently reading the script of "Unfortunate Bear", Feng Dong breathed out, threw the script gently on his desk, slid forward for a while, and reached the other end of the desk, Zhang Tan was within reach.

Feng Dong leaned on the boss's chair, rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look at a wealthy bamboo on the desk, and remained silent.

Zhang Tan did not explain any more, and sat quietly on the chair, waiting for the team leader to think about it. The team leader is an old screenwriter and he doesn't need to explain any more. After reading the scripts of the previous few episodes, he was clear about the whole story and style.

After a while, Feng Dong turned his head, looked at Zhang Tan, and said, "There are eight people who wrote the script for the project this time, and each group will recommend one. Once you throw this script out, it will not only represent you, but also represent our three groups of screenwriters. Do you know?"

Zhang sighed: "I know that "Unfortunate Bear" was something I thought about carefully, and I think it's OK."

Feng Dong had already figured it out and had an idea in his mind. He immediately said, "I can't judge what your script will be like. You may not pass the first level and may stand out because it is so special."

In the 50th anniversary of Taiwan, writing the mascot as an unlucky bear not only requires the studio to have confidence, but also requires the TV station to be able to accept it and be open-minded enough.

"What do you mean by that team leader?"

Feng Dong: "Just hand over this."

Then he said, "What else should I do? There is no other choice at this time. We can't let the three groups not hand over the script."

This seemed to be for him to listen to and make up his final decision. Yes, even if he hesitates, what's the use? There is no other alternative, so I can only hand over Zhang Tan's "Unfortunate Bear".

"Let me put the script here, I'll hand it in a while." Feng Dong said.

"Thank you, team leader."

After Zhang Tan left, Feng Dong raised his body and reached out to hold the script on the edge of the desk in his hand again, reading it casually. He really dared to write this Zhang Tan, wouldn't he be afraid that he would not even pass the level of me?

He seemed to be giving himself confidence, and read the script again, thinking about his advantages, and after he had accumulated enough, he stood up, took a big sip of tea, went out, found the supervisor, and handed over the script.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the supervisor convened a meeting between the screenwriter team leaders to discuss the script together. Each script was sealed with its name and it was impossible to see who wrote it.

Feng Dong was the first to come to the conference room, put a stack of manuscript paper in front of his seat, and flipped through it, which were eight scripts for this review.

When he turned to the second-to-last script, "Unfortunate Bear", he felt a little nervous and didn't know what everyone would think of it.

After the eight screenwriter team leaders arrived, the supervisor said: "Wait a little longer, I also called Lao Liu from the evaluation team."

As soon as the words were finished, Lao Liu arrived and the staff was all present. The supervisor introduced the importance of this project. Pujiang Film Studio and Pujiang TV are brothers. To celebrate with brothers, we must be extra careful.

"Mr. Ma said that we cannot make money in this project, but we must make it into high-quality products."

"Now you have 8 scripts on hand, and you are asked to come here for discussion. In the end, three will be left, and then talk to the author, and two will be left to the TV station."

The supervisor looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Let's read the script first, we will pass it one by one in half an hour."

The conference room was noisy at first, and soon became quiet. Everyone looked down at the script, and for a moment, only the sound of paper turning was left.

By the way, Zhang Tan handed the script to Feng Dong, and he was always thinking about this and didn't want to be busy with anything else. In the afternoon, Jiang Rong came over and told him a message, Lao Liu, the leader of the script evaluation team, went to review the script and told her before leaving.

Old Liu is approachable and gets along with young people, telling Jiang Rong that it is really possible.

Jiang Rong didn't know that Zhang Tan had also written a script competition project. After hearing Zhang Tan say it, she was envious and jealous. She immediately lamented that she and Zhang Tan were obviously classmates, but now she is still in elementary school, and Zhang Tan has graduated from college. She decided to go back to talk to Lao Liu, whether to let her go and exercise, and not tease her every time the assessment will be held, pointing out a lot of problems.

Zhang Tan learned that he was reviewing the script in the afternoon and felt itchy. He didn't know if the result would be produced today. He waited for a while. Seeing that the clock was pointing at 5:30 and had already gotten off work. He thought that the result might be tomorrow. Feng Dong's phone call came here and called him over.

Zhang Tan knew that this was a result, and was nervous and came to Feng Dong's office.

Feng Dong was standing in front of the window, drinking tea with a gray thermos cup, and looking out at the traffic downstairs.

"Come? Sit." Feng Dong said, but he did not sit down. Instead, he walked around in front of the window and sat for an afternoon, feeling tired.

"Team leader?" Zhang sighed.

"I reviewed your scripts in the afternoon and finally chose two, and you have them." Feng Dong said in a relaxed tone, without telling his previous uneasiness.

Zhang Tan's hands, which were hanging beside him, tightened their hands, clenched into fists, and let go for a moment.

Feng Dong continued: "Tomorrow at 9:30 tomorrow morning, you go to the supervisor. You may have to go to Pujiang TV to contact the other party. Whether you can finally choose it depends on the other party's meaning, you must prepare well."

Zhang Tan nodded to show that he understood that the company chose two scripts in order to give the TV station a choice. It is conceivable that the other script left behind must be different from the style of "Unfortunate Bear".

"Thank you, team leader, I will prepare."

"Go back, work hard, it's great."

When Zhang Tan drove to West Chang'an Street, he saw a small electric donkey turning to the gate of Little Red Horse Academy and stopped.

The fat man riding in the car with a white shirt and a fat man in his trousers and a white shirt, protecting a little girl carrying a small schoolbag with a star ladybug. She was cute, confused, and eager to cry. It was Meng Chengcheng.

"Don't cry, baby, hurry in, it's hot outside, dad is going to work."

Meng Chengcheng's father gently wiped the sweat beads on his daughter's forehead, but let his face be smooth and shiny, and the back of the white shirt was wet.

The car left and stopped in the underground parking lot of the city village. Zhang Tan walked through the streets and alleys and returned to the school.

When I went upstairs, I went to the activity area to take a look. The children were playing here, and Xiaobai was shouting loudly, who would be her little chicken.

What's going on? Zhang Tan was just a look and left. He stopped after hearing this. It turned out that the children were playing with eagles catching chicks again. This time, the little white was not an eagle, but an old hen, protecting the chicks.

Meng Chengcheng, who had just arrived at the school, stood alone alone. Xiaobai recruited the little chickens and told Meng Chengcheng how to be an eagle.

It turns out that I am letting Meng Chengcheng be an eagle?

Is this trying to exhaust Meng Chengcheng? She is so timid and cute. Who else can she catch besides her little tail?

"You want to be fierce, do you know?"

Xiaobai is teaching experience that no matter whether he is an eagle or not, children must be fierce, so that others will not dare to bully her.

Meng Chengcheng looked at her blankly, as if he was reading a heavenly book.

"Do you know?... Cheng Cheng?! If you say something, don't be a good person... just give me a good person."

Meng Chengcheng finally nodded, his eyes were scared, and he held Xiaobai's clothes.

Xiaobai broke her little hand away and encouraged, "Don't just catch me, just want to eat me? I'm a chicken mother, do you know what kind of bird you are? You are an eagle."

The little chickens behind her asked one after another, saying that the little eagle was too young and could not beat them.

Xiaobai turned around fiercely and said loudly with Trump: "You guys are some melons! You know a shovel! You are a baby eagle, and the big eagle is also a baby eagle. If you want a big eagle, I will go and call the director of the kindergarten. The director of the kindergarten is a big eagle. Do you like it? Are you afraid?"

The little chickens became quiet in an instant, and then they chattered, but no one questioned that Meng Chengcheng, the little eagle, was too small.
Chapter completed!