Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 515 - 282: Abandoning Darkness for Light, Zhao Mingyuan Realizes that with the Thought of Surrender, the World Suddenly Seems Vaster_2

Chapter 515: Chapter 282: Abandoning Darkness for Light, Zhao Mingyuan Realizes that with the Thought of Surrender, the World Suddenly Seems Vaster_2

To be honest, this efficiency even made Ji Shi’an, a seasoned bureaucrat, somewhat uncomfortable.

On the other side, He Guojin was reading the screenplay with his head down, immersed.

Even as he read “My Battalion Commander, My Battalion”, he was satisfied with the screenplay, but when he heard Fang Chu decisively make a decision, he still felt surprised.

Such a swift decision on the first day of the seminar was rare in history seminars, unless the screenplay had reached a certain level of excellence.

Regarding the screenplay, He Guojin hadn’t finished reading it yet, but anyhow, this was ultimately good news.

There were more than twenty people present, about half were leaders, and the other half were screenwriters. At this moment, their minds were somewhat in disarray, as if they had witnessed something profound.

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The entire afternoon had been torturous for Zhao Mingyuan. Essentially, Director Fang’s words were like slapping his face and throwing it directly into the trash can.

But he didn’t dare leave, nor show any displeasure on his face.

The agony continued until six o’clock, and as some leaders prepared to leave, Zhao Mingyuan also stood up, intending to walk out with his head down, his face ashen from the great humiliation he had endured.

However, Director Fang called out to him.

“Xiao Zhao.”

“Director Fang, what is it?” Zhao Mingyuan’s feet felt as if they were stuck in concrete as he turned and forced a smile uglier than crying.

“Oh, it’s nothing, your screenplay is very good.” Director Fang, wearing a dark jacket and holding a black thermos cup, said cheerfully.

“I personally admire your talent a lot. You must be feeling upset about your screenplay being rejected, right?”

Zhao Mingyuan’s face looked as if his mother had died; how could his heart possibly be at ease? But facing the authoritative Director Fang, he could only force a customer-service smile and shook his head.

“It’s my own lack of strength, the leaders have already taken good care of me.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t be arrogant, nor should you sell yourself short,” Director Fang said, “But indeed, Xu Qingyan’s screenplay was slightly better this time.”

“Ah,” Zhao Mingyuan sighed.

“You’re a veteran too, don’t always sigh and grumble,” Director Fang whispered, “Your teacher gave me a heads-up, we won’t let you lose too much face.”

“How about this, Xu Qingyan is young after all. He is the main writer of the screenplay, but a few seasoned screenwriters will also polish and revise it, and it might even be published later.”

“It’s also an opportunity for practice, to see the strengths of others and to avoid your own weaknesses. Having a direction to learn is better than randomly hitting a wall.”

At these words, Zhao Mingyuan’s jaw dropped slightly.

“But, I have some personal disagreements with Xu Qingyan…”

“There you go again with your old habits,” Director Fang frowned, then sighed, “Everyone makes mistakes; it’s good as long as you correct them.”

“You’re not much different in age, some things can be resolved by just talking them out. Bring some sincerity and apologize to him; Xu Qingyan has great potential for the future.”

Having said that, Director Fang patted the dazed Zhao Mingyuan and walked away at a leisurely pace.

Zhao Mingyuan thought about Director Fang’s words and suddenly felt itchy all over. Apologize… That’s worse than asking him to die, an old-timer apologizing to a newcomer.

How could this be…

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People left one after another, and ironically, his colleagues who had come with him had left as well.

Dazed, Zhao Mingyuan couldn’t even remember how he drove home. He sat in his study all night, revisiting every humiliating thing in his life.

Finally, as dawn broke, the dark-eyed Zhao Mingyuan made a decision. If he must kneel, then he would kneel. Uncle Fang wouldn’t harm him; better to admit defeat.

Upon thinking of surrender, he suddenly felt the world become more spacious.

At daybreak, on Director Fang’s suggestion, the seminar continued. An office was also set aside for Xu Qingyan to use, where he was to complete the script within three days.

While participating in the seminar, the work on revisions and compilation also proceeded on the side. Not a moment was wasted in an effort to rush out both the screenplay and the manuscript.

Upstream, Xu Qingyan was writing the draft; midstream, the seminar was in discussion; downstream, revising and editing were underway. This was with Xu Qingyan’s consent, and he had no reason to object.

He habitually focused on the big picture and ignored these details.

And so, the machine ran at high speed in the morning, reaching an efficiency three to four times that of the previous day’s sluggish reading and discussing.

At noon, Zhao Mingyuan cornered Xu Qingyan and Gan Wenchang.

Under their puzzled gazes, his face nearly turned the color of a liver from strain. Still, Zhao Mingyuan sincerely apologized and extended an invitation for a meal.

Xu Qingyan and Gan Wenchang exchanged a look, both clueless about what the other was planning.

“A meal?”

“Yes, Zhao sincerely apologizes, and if you don’t believe me, I can have Director Fang vouch for me.”

After a moment of thought, Xu Qingyan accepted the gesture skeptically, “No need for that, I appreciate the sentiment.”

Another day passed.

Outside the men’s restroom, Gan Wenchang lit a cigarette and gazed into the distance as he began to puff out clouds of smoke.

“Hey, don’t you think Zhao Mingyuan is acting weird?”

“Definitely, it’s like he took the wrong medication,” Xu Qingyan said as he scrolled through his phone, replying to messages, “Maybe my yelling at him knocked some sense into him?”

“Then you’ve committed a great sin, bro, you’ve destroyed a family,” Gan Wenchang exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

“Get lost, what’s that got to do with me?” Xu Qingyan retorted, “But speaking of which, he does seem genuinely eager to apologize, he’ll probably block the door again today.”

“Let him block,” Gan Wenchang said, “Let’s see how many times he can persist.”

The next day, Zhao Mingyuan still invited them with an even more sincere demeanor, but was again rejected.

Even after being rejected, Zhao Mingyuan seemed not to be too disheartened as he walked into the editorial office with a calm demeanor. It was only after accepting his situation that he realized the screenplay was genius.