For a period of time afterwards, a group of people stayed by Cui Mantong's side.
"Wuwuwu, how did they all die in the end? What kind of broken script did this screenwriter write," Cui Mantong cried uncontrollably. "And that scumbag, why did he get rich in the end, and stay with that mistress for a lifetime? What kind of brain does this screenwriter have?"
"Shush, shush," Fang Miaomiao hugged Cui Mantong in her arms, feeling heartbroken.
"Miaomiao, do you think the screenwriter is crazy?"
"He is crazy," Fang Miaomiao nodded. "Then we won't watch this screenwriter's movies anymore, okay?"
"Miaomiao, I'm not in a good mood at all," Cui Mantong's eyes were as red as a rabbit's. She looked at Fang Miaomiao aggrievedly.
Fang Miaomiao blinked her eyes and tentatively asked, "Then, shall Miaomiao become a director and reshoot one?"
Cui Mantong's eyes lit up first, then she thought of something and shook her head helplessly, "Forget it, I don't think I have the ability."
Besides, finding scripts and such, she felt she couldn't do it.
"Why can't you?" Fang Miaomiao countered. "Your husband is so rich anyway, just use him. To put it realistically, money makes the world go round. If you have the money, you won't lack good scripts, will you?"
Cui Mantong looked at Fang Miaomiao blankly: It seems like what Miaomiao said made some sense.
"There will always be scripts. We need to have a discerning eye. As the ancients said, talented people are plentiful, but those who can recognize them are rare. Perhaps our Mantong is that talent scout?"
"Really?"
"Of course."
"I think Miaomiao's suggestion is good," Cui Tong also said at this moment. "Mantong, do you know why this drama's ending turned out this way?"
Cui Mantong looked at Cui Tong.
Cui Tong handed her phone to Cui Mantong. "Here, take a look."
After Cui Mantong finished reading, her expression was complex. Her mouth opened and closed, then opened and closed again, finally turning into a single sentence, "How could this be."
"How could it not be like this," Cui Tong rested one hand on her chin and lightly tapped the coffee table with the other. "There are more than just a few dirty things in the entertainment industry."
"Can we find the original author of this?"
Cui Tong nodded. "He's pretty much destitute, delivering takeout every day. Speaking of which, it has something to do with Wen Zhiyan."
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Didn't you set up some charitable foundation at Yuan Chao's hospital? You saved this person's father," Cui Tong said, stroking her chin. "Perhaps if Wen Zhiyan intervenes, this matter can be resolved."
Wen Zhiyan frowned slightly. "I'm not clear about this matter. Yuan Chao is in charge of the hospital affairs."
"Then let's go to the hospital tomorrow to take a look," Cui Tong said, her gaze falling on Cui Mantong. "Mantong, what do you think?"
Cui Mantong pondered for a moment, then leaned her head on Fang Miaomiao's shoulder. "Miaomiao, although I know this idea is childish, I want to change this ending."
"Then change it. That ending was not good to begin with. Mantong can do whatever she wants."
No sooner said than done, the next morning, Fang Miaomiao and the two headed to the hospital.
"Sister-in-law, you're here," Yuan Chao said without looking up from his office. "Wang Hui's father is in room 501 on the fifth floor. At this time, Wang Hui is probably waiting for his father to have dinner."
"Thank you."
As Yuan Chao said, when they arrived, a tall and thin boy was feeding an old man in a hospital gown in the ward.
After the boy finished feeding the old man, he turned and saw Fang Miaomiao and the two. He was not surprised.
"Can we chat after my father is asleep?"
The old man heard this and became anxious, "You foolish child, they have something urgent to talk to you about. Why aren't you going quickly? What are you doing here accompanying an old man like me?"
"Dad," Wang Hui said helplessly, "Your health is the most important thing."
"You child, I told you my health is very good, why don't you believe me? The doctor said my surgery was very successful. You should go do your own thing. Delivering takeout all the time, that's not a way to live."
"Delivering takeout is quite good. It's very flexible with time."
"What about your dreams? Your aspirations?" the old man looked at Wang Hui with disappointment, "You liked being a director so much, why did you give up?"
Wang Hui gave a bitter smile and didn't reply. "Then you rest well, I'll go chat and come back."
"Go, go."
The three agreed to meet at a tea house around the hospital.
"Hello."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem surprised to see us at all."
Wang Hui gave a shy smile. "Dr. Yuan came to see me yesterday. I have a general understanding, and I'm very grateful that you like my script."
"So, 'Hui Wang' the original screenwriter is you."
"Yes," Wang Hui nodded. "It's my fault for being naive back then. I thought Wang Zhou really wanted to support me. I didn't expect him to take my script, kick me out of the crew, ban me, and even tamper with my script."
"Do you have any evidence?"
Wang Hui gave a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly. "No evidence."
The creation of "Hui Wang" was during his college graduation. During that time, he almost wrote it obsessively. At that time, he was foolish and didn't keep any drafts or anything when he handed the script to Wang Zhou.
For directors and screenwriters, scripts are like their children. Anyone would be uncomfortable if their child was tampered with like this.
"If I say we give you an opportunity to return to making movies, can you create a better script than 'Hui Wang'?"
Cui Mantong looked at Fang Miaomiao in confusion. "Didn't we say we were going to reshoot 'Hui Wang'?"
"Mantong, have you had any contact with Wang Zhou?"
Cui Mantong shook her head. "Cui Tong said this person is unreliable, so my studio doesn't accept his scripts."
"Wang Hui just said that he has no evidence to prove he is the original author of 'Hui Wang'. If we film a new 'Hui Wang', they will directly sue us for infringement. It will be a loss that outweighs the gain, and it will even ruin Wang Hui's reputation in the industry. This is not a good thing."
Cui Mantong blinked. "Your words, it seems to have some logic. So Miaomiao, what's your intention?"
"My intention is to have Wang Hui create other scripts. He has good scripts, we have people, and we have funds. We're not afraid of not becoming popular. After we become popular, who will be more anxious?"
"Wang Zhou."
"At that time, who will be unable to sit still is yet to be determined."
Cui Mantong's eyes lit up. "Miaomiao, how are you so amazing."
"So, do you have scripts?"
Facing two pairs of bright eyes, Wang Hui's embarrassed face blushed, then he quickly nodded. "Yes, I have many scripts."
"Then that's settled. You can take your script to this place, and someone will receive you there."
Wang Hui's eyes reddened, and he instinctively stood up from his seat and bowed to them. "Thank you, thank you. You've waived most of my father's medical expenses, thank you for giving me an opportunity. I don't know what else to say."
Cui Mantong propped her chin on her hands and smiled. "It's a pleasure. Create good movies."