But seeing Zhao Feng's serious expression, Peng Hui knew that things were not that simple.

After calming down for a while, Peng Hui asked respectfully: "Teacher, why is this?"

"Are you writing a script?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Yes."

"You wrote a script, but why did you write it in the style of a novel?"

"Novel?" Peng Hui was stunned and asked in disbelief: "How could it be?"

"Who did you learn the script from?" Zhao Feng asked with a frown.

"It's just...it's a screenwriter's studio that the instructor recommended me to go to."

"Nonsense!" Zhao Feng said dissatisfied: "Have you ever seen any of the famous screenwriters in China who are from a studio? Anyone who uses the banner of a screenwriter's studio is either a liar or a copyist!"

"Ah?" Peng Hui was confused.

"I know that the kind of studio you go to is established by a group of veterans who can't make it in the entertainment industry, or who are somewhat famous in the online literary world. They call it a studio euphemistically, but in fact they are still working on the Internet.

It’s a set, but Internet articles are Internet articles, scripts are scripts, and scripts require professionalism! How many of those Internet writers do you think are professional screenwriters?”

"Instructor..."

"How about extra money?" Zhao Feng said dissatisfiedly: "I have encountered this kind of thing when I was in school. Every teacher recommends a student to go to the screenwriting studio, and there will be a certain reward."

Peng Hui looked at the script in front of him, his heart bleeding.

Wasted energy and money come second, but more importantly, wasted time!

Seeing that Peng Hui was a little depressed, Zhao Feng still cared about him after all.

Raising his hand and patting Peng Hui on the shoulder, Zhao Feng said: "The solution is actually very simple. Just find a professional student and help you correct it for free."

"Free?" Peng Hui was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Can this kind of thing be free?"

"Ha! Do you have any misunderstandings about domestic screenwriters?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.

"Well--"

"In China, although there are organizations like labor unions, the status of screenwriters in the country is actually very low, even lower than that of Fuhua Dao." Zhao Feng explained with a smile: "And a student with good professional skills,

It's often very cheap. If you don't have to do everything yourself, how many nails can you drive even if you are made of iron?"

Peng Hui was thoughtful.

"You go find the seniors in the screenwriting department, especially those who have been on the set and have a better reputation. As long as you have a good script, and as long as you can add his name to the release, I believe they will be easy to talk to.

"Yes." Zhao Feng smiled and gave Peng Hui advice.

"Thank you, teacher!" Peng Hui bowed to Zhao Feng solemnly.

"Haha, actually you can find the problem even if I don't tell you. As long as you listen and read more in the future, you will always understand." Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Yes!" Peng Hui nodded solemnly.

After coming out of Zhao Feng's house, Peng Hui was about to follow Zhao Feng's suggestion to find his senior brother in the screenwriting department, but suddenly he heard his cell phone ringing.

Strangely, he picked it up and saw that someone from the penguin colony had sent him a private message.

"Shengshengda, why haven't you been broadcasting recently?" A very cute cartoon avatar sent such a message.

Peng Hui took a look and found out that it was his big fan Xiaotong.

"Haha, because I have been busy working recently." Peng Hui replied with a smile.

"Working? Aren't Peng Huida's songs selling very well? There have been many new people in the group recently." Xiaotong kept talking about some interesting things that happened recently.

Peng Hui replied with a smile.

Because the neighborhood is a bit far away, we can only take a taxi.

While waiting for the bus, Peng Hui and Xiaotong chatted with each other.

"Oh, I have been busy with some things recently, so I want to save some money."

"Huh?" Xiaotong asked strangely: "Are you going to make a short film in your lifetime?"

"Why do you ask that?" Peng Hui was a little surprised.

"Shengshengda, don't you know that your MV has received a very enthusiastic response recently? Everyone praises you for your good work!"

"Haha, no way, it's just practice." Peng Hui said with a smile: "Is the photo really good?"

"Of course! Ju...that girl is so beautiful in your camera!" Xiaotong's tone was a little sour.

"Haha, what's going on? Wouldn't it be better to take beautiful pictures?"

"Although I hate her, I have to say, Yi Shengda, your MV is really good! I... some directors I know said it was good!" Xiaotong said with a smile.

"Haha! Do you know the director?" Peng Hui joked with a smile: "Are you the director of a children's drama?"

"Oh! I'm so angry all my life!" Xiaotong said dissatisfied.

"Haha! Sorry, I have no interest in junior high school students."

"Humph! When will you come to the capital to play, Mr. Lifespan? I will take you to visit the capital."

"The capital? I'm afraid it will take a long time. I'm busy working recently and I really don't have time to go."

"Oh! Let's do it this way. Come to the capital to play with me, can I pay to hire you?" Xiaotong offered such a temptation.

Peng Hui replied in a funny way: "I'm sorry! I have to protect my confidant when I'm out there!"

"O(∩_∩)O haha~!" Xiaotong replied with a laughing emoticon.

Peng Hui responded with an emoticon that said, "You are so awesome at me."

The two of them fought back and forth for five minutes, and finally ended with Peng Hui's inventory running out.

"You little girl, where did you get so many emoticons? And they are all mine?" Peng Hui asked speechlessly.

"Hey, there are many great people in the group. They took screenshots of their live broadcast expressions and then made them bit by bit."

"Tsk tsk, it's really like a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." Peng Hui sighed with emotion.

"Is that okay? If you come to Beijing, I'll treat you to some authentic old Beijing snacks!"

Peng Hui's heart moved, and he joked with a joke: "Didn't you say you know many directors?"

"Yes...yes."

"Then if you can contact me with a more reliable screenwriter, I will agree to go to the capital to play with you." Peng Hui said with a smile.

"Really? Keep what you say?"

"Of course." Peng Hui said with a smile: "When did the things I promised come true?"

"Humph! Okay, then I'll ask you now and I'll give you the answer tonight."

"There's no rush. School starts in a few days anyway, so I'm not in a hurry." Peng Hui said with a smile.

The two chatted for a while and then ended their chat this time.

Peng Hui shook his head and didn't take it to heart. Then he followed Zhao Feng's advice and went to find the seniors in the screenwriting department.

However, what made him helpless was that although there were indeed some seniors in the screenwriting department, most of them were not as professional as Peng Hui.
Chapter completed!