diymy 105: The White-Browed Swordsman
105: The White-Browed Swordsman
After chatting with Han Wen for a while, Han Qingyan continued with her work. Wanting the mother and son to get home and rest sooner, she called Han Wen over to help.
Han Wen naturally obeyed his mother's requests unconditionally. It was just reviewing project proposals; compared to writing books and adapting screenplays, this was a job he was far more skilled at.
Han Wen reads a huge number of project proposals almost every day, to the point that he's become somewhat numb to it.
He felt that, given his extremely high standards, leading angel investors would likely find it difficult to find suitable investment targets within the next two years.
However, things were simpler for Han Qingyan. His projects consisted mainly of TV drama scripts, movie scripts, concert planning, and other entertainment-related projects.
Han Wen could determine the value of these things just by glancing at the title of the proposal, just like he did when he dealt with projects like "Beijing Chinese in New York" and "I Love My Family".
Now, CCTV has bought out all the rights to "Chinese in New York" at a high price, and it's confirmed to air during prime time this October. At that time, this TV series is sure to be a hit across the country and in all Chinese communities.
"I Love My Family" is also in the midst of emergency filming, and if there are no unforeseen circumstances, it should be released next year.
Meanwhile, the "Water and Clouds" project team, which Han Wen had just left, had already begun preparations for the wrap party for the entire series.
Therefore, Money Tree Films currently doesn't have any other projects and needs to select new projects to support the company's normal operations.
Soon, Han Wen found a TV series script that really interested him, "The White-Browed Hero". He was born in the mid-75s and could be said to have been obsessed with some of the early Chinese martial arts TV series and movies in his previous life, and "The White-Browed Hero" was one of Han Wen's memories of his youth.
"What kind of knife is it? A golden-threaded broadsword!"
What kind of sword is it? The Moon-Shaming Sword!
What kind of move is it? The Yin-Yang Move of Heaven and Earth!
What kind of person is a human? A person who can leap across rooftops and scale walls!
What kind of love is it? A beautiful woman loves a hero!
Besides Xu Liang, the White-Browed Hero, Han Wen also really liked Fang Shu'an, the Thin-Necked Big-Headed Ghost, especially his rendition of "The Toad Song" in the series.
"There are frogs croaking in the river."
The noise upset my older sister.
Let's grab a few of them as snacks with our drinks.
All the quacks ran away.
Now, the script for this play has actually ended up in Han Wen's hands, which makes him feel somewhat magical and surreal.
He hummed "The Toad Song" to himself as he handed the script to Han Qingyan: "Mom, I think this script is pretty good."
Han Qingyan never doubted his son's judgment; if he said it was good, then it must be very good.
She took the script, and while reading it, asked, "Wenwen, why did you choose it?"
Han Qingyan had seen Han Wen select scripts; he only looked at the title and synopsis, and his speed was incredibly fast, equivalent to the work speed of dozens of himself.
So, although she trusted her son's judgment completely, she still asked him a question.
"I like reading martial arts novels, and this drama is a martial arts drama," Han Wen replied simply.
Okay, that's a flawless excuse. Han Qingyan nodded and put down the script. It's decided, this will be the company's next project.
"Wenwen, your ability to review projects and select scripts is unparalleled, and you're incredibly fast." Han Qingyan was very happy and said with a smile, "From now on, I'll take all the projects and scripts the company receives home."
"You help me choose a project, and Mom will work on that project. Whichever script you pick, Mom will film that drama. This way, I feel very reassured and relaxed."
If someone else had made this request, Hanwen would have refused without hesitation. However, since it was his own mother making the request, it was naturally no problem.
Firstly, he genuinely wanted to ease his mother's burdens. Secondly, by getting involved in project and script review, he no longer needed to worry about his mother making mistakes or the company encountering subpar projects.
"Okay, Mom." Han Wen nodded. "Mom, we've chosen the script. Shall we leave work early?"
"What's wrong? In such a hurry to go back and see Tianmei?" Han Qingyan seemed to see right through his son and asked with a smile, "You just came back from Feifei and Yao Nulang's place, and you've already transferred your attention to other girls so quickly."
"Mom, it's good to see through things but not say anything. You know best what kind of person your son is."
So, give me some face from now on." Han Wen nodded and asked with a smile, "Mom, how has Tianmei been while I was away? She's gentle, isn't she? And respectful to you, right?"
"Wenwen, just tell me, who in this circle dares to be disrespectful to me now?" Han Qingyan snorted, full of pride: "Sweetie is good, a good girl. This time, Mom is very satisfied."
"Mom, as long as you're happy." Han Wen nodded, pleased. "From now on, if anyone makes you angry or unhappy, I'll divorce them."
"Wenwen, I'm not bragging, but right now, there really isn't a single girl in our circle who dares to make me angry or unhappy," Han Qingyan said with a smile. "From now on, Mom might become the most formidable mother-in-law in our circle."
"Mom, the more capable you are, the more relaxed I am. In the future, I will have many wives and concubines, a large family, and a peaceful home, all of which will depend on you." Han Wen flattered.
"Go away, you're getting more and more outrageous. Mom promised to teach your wife a lesson, three or five is fine. But if there are too many, I'm afraid I won't be able to control them." Han Qingyan shook his head.
"Three or five is too few, at least seven or eight is needed." Han Wen shook his head, insatiable: "Mom, don't worry, and don't be angry. I'll try my best to restrain myself and find as few as possible."
"Alright, Mom won't chat with you anymore, let's get down to business." Han Qingyan shook her head, straightened her expression, and said, "Jiang Wen came looking for you a few days ago, but unfortunately you weren't home, so he came up empty-handed."
However, he asked me to tell you this when you get back.
He's getting ready to be a director; he's started writing the script. We agreed beforehand that you'd invest in his directorial debut.
He seems to have big ambitions; it must be a major project. And the investment certainly won't be a small sum.
Han Wen had a very good impression of Jiang Wen, his older brother.
Putting aside their previous collaboration on "Beijingers in New York," which made them so familiar with each other that they were practically brothers, always putting their arms around each other.
In fact, in his previous life, Han Wen was captivated by the other party's "Let the Bullets Fly".
Now that Jiang Wen is going to direct his debut film, Han Wen naturally wants to support him and invest in it.
"Mom, has Brother Jiang said what his new movie is called?" Han Wen asked casually.
"I think it's called something like 'In the Heat of the Sun.'" Han Qingyan thought for a moment and replied, "The script hasn't been released yet, so I don't know what the content is like."
However, Jiang Wen is a talented person; he shouldn't disappoint.
Han Wen knew about this film, its achievements, awards, and its international standing.
So, he invested in this project. And he invested regardless of the production costs.
"Mom, I have a feeling this movie will have a large budget. Could you set aside some funds for me? That way, we won't be short of money and it will affect the filming schedule," Han Wen said.
"Wenwen, are you sure?" Han Qingyan asked.
"Okay." Han Wen nodded and smiled, "But don't tell him this news for now."
Let him worry for a couple of days, then I'll drop in with a massive amount of money to bail him out.