Under the watchful eyes of Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan, Huang Da's message popped up.

[Boss, does the quality of today’s script need to be reviewed again? 】

When Zuo Ziliang saw the news, he sat upright instantly. Ye Lan closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"Isn't this coming? Ask him if a speech therapist has reported any problems?"

Zuo Ziliang was agitated. Ye Lan frowned and glanced at him, but still entered as he said.

Huang Da replied:

[Yes, several of them reported to our operations that something was not right with today’s script.]

Zuo Ziliang asked: "How many are there?"

[Several, I didn’t ask for details.]

Zuo Ziliang shook his fist in the air and shouted: "Nice!"

Then, he turned his eyes to Ye Lan: "How do you say it?"

Ye Lan remained silent and typed on his mobile phone: [Ask the operation to send me screenshots of the chat records fed back by the speech therapists. Every one of them is required.]

Huang Da replied: [Oh, okay.]

Zuo Ziliang raised his eyes and looked at her with a sneer: "What? You won't give up until you reach the Yellow River?"

Ye Lan closed the phone screen and said, "I just don't want to cause any misunderstanding."

Soon, a screenshot of the chat history came from Huang Da.

There are a total of 7 screenshots and 7 speech therapists, all using their own voices to question the script.

There were even two people who hit the nail on the head and asked if the script writer had been replaced.

After seeing those screenshots, Zuo Ziliang assumed a winner's posture and straightened his body.

"Did I win? The facts eloquently prove that I am right. The script of The Little Prince is just different! Our speech therapists are great! They are keen on literature! Their level of appreciation is commendable

!”

Ye Lan was sweating on his forehead and scratching out words on his phone: [Why don’t those speech therapists give feedback in the group?]

Huang Da said: [Aren’t the little princes in the group also there? Maybe they were a little embarrassed to ask directly in the group...]

After a while, Huang Da asked: [Do you want to tell Mr. Little Prince? If you can’t tell me, I can do it.]

Ye Lan paused for a moment and typed on his mobile phone:

[No need. This script was not written by the little prince.]

There were only two punctuation marks sent over there: "?!"

... Putting down the phone, Ye Lan fell silent.

Within 30 minutes of the script being sent out, the file had only been downloaded a hundred times, and seven people had raised questions.

There must be more people than this number who really have doubts in their hearts, but they just don't say it out for various considerations.

Moreover, the seven speech therapists questioned from different angles. Some pointed out that the styles were different, while others bluntly stated that the quality of the script this time was not good.

No matter from any angle, this shows that there is indeed a gap between Cheng Xing's manuscript and The Little Prince, a gap that is visible to the naked eye.

Zuo Ziliang asked: "What else do you have to say?"

Ye Lan didn't speak for a long time. He bit his lip and tapped his chin lightly with his fingers. It took him a long time before he said, "Is the difference really that big? Why can't I see it?"

Zuo Ziliang sneered: "You can't tell that it's your problem. We just agreed, right? We're willing to admit defeat."

Ye Lan sighed: "I'm willing to admit defeat. But I still can't figure it out. Cheng Xing is a writer who has published a book! Where did you find the scriptwriter? He can't really be a Mao Dun Literature Award writer, right?"

"There are so many things that you can't figure out, just think about them slowly."

Zuo Ziliang used the privilege of the winner and strode out of the door. Before going out, he looked back at Ye Lan and said:

"Oh, I almost forgot, at least there is no problem with your direction. Again, as long as you can find a script writer with the level of a little prince to come back, I will welcome you back at any time."

After Zuo Ziliang left, Ye Lan also paid the bill. She left with Cheng Xing who was just waking up from a dream. On the way, she said a little apologetically:

"Sorry for wasting your time."

Cheng Xing, who had been in a transparent state just now, seemed to have just risen from the sea after diving and said:

"It's okay, sister, I am indeed not good enough and my abilities are limited."

Ye Lan said: "Don't talk about yourself like that. Your powerful sister still believes it. The main reason is that the person Mr. Zuo hired is too magical. I don't know why they say he is of high standard..."

Cheng Xing's expression changed and he said, "That person is very skilled."

Ye Lan was stunned: "Ah?"

Cheng Xing said: "Sister, do you have that person's contact information? I really want to talk to him."

Ye Lan smiled bitterly: "That person is a relative of Mr. Zuo, and he is the only one who has that person's contact information. Why, do you really think that person is of high standard?"

Cheng Xing said solemnly: "If any of Mr. Zuo's relatives have such writing skills, then I don't need to engage in literature. I can just find a piece of tofu and kill him."

He stretched out his hand, made a swimming gesture, and said: "When I was reading just now, I felt like I was diving deep into it. This is a very wonderful reading experience. Sister Lan, have you experienced it? It's that kind of feeling that makes your whole person dive in."

It's like being immersed in it.

"Generally, it is difficult to enter this state. You often need to make a pot of tea when you are very comfortable, sit comfortably on the sofa, and quietly turn the pages of a book to feel the deep dive. As a result, I was randomly thrust into a

After reviewing the script, I entered this state while sitting in Shang K's private room. Would you say it's wonderful?

"He really... has a very special writing style and brushstrokes that I can't describe. I feel so much enjoyment just looking at these scripts. I can't imagine... what on earth do your users eat on a regular basis?"

?”

Ye Lan was stunned for a moment and said, "According to what you say, is he really a Mao Dun Literature Prize writer? But I heard from Zuo Ziliang that this person has never even published any works!"

"Never published?" Cheng Xing was very surprised for a moment, but he quickly nodded and said, "It makes sense. If he has published works, then I should know. But among the writers I know so far, there is no one like him.

A style of writing."

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Sister Lan, can you get all the scripts he has written? I want to read them carefully and study them."

Ye Lan said with some surprise: "Of course you can! I will find it when I get back and send it to you. If you can imitate this style and write this feeling, I will definitely support you in becoming our script designer."

Cheng Xing nodded and said, "Okay."

When Cheng Xing got home, Ye Lan packaged the script and sent it over early. It was more than 200 KB in total. After downloading, he opened the folder and found documents named with dates neatly stacked up in a dazzling array.

Cheng Xing sat in front of the computer, wiped off the dust on his Ningzhi Static Capacitor 890 keyboard, and moved his fingers vigorously.

As Zuo Ziliang judged, although Ye Lan was a very attractive woman, her level of literary appreciation could only be described as appalling.

Therefore, she could not realize how heavy this small compressed package of more than 200 KB was. She also could not realize that this thing should not be easily leaked to anyone.

When Cheng Xing heard that the little prince had never published any works, the only thought that filled his body was that sentence——

——Let the whole world know who the little prince was when he uprooted the baobab tree. Let the whole world witness that such words were ever born.

He had no intention of plagiarizing other people's works. He just wanted to convey this feeling. He wanted to restore the shock he felt when he first saw the script of The Little Prince, and pass this shock on to everyone.

He wanted the name of the little prince to uproot the baobab tree to be resounding in the literary world.
Chapter completed!