At three o'clock in the morning, Jiahe booked a flight and closed the computer.
After cooperating with the editor and editor for three scripts, it was finally her turn to outline the play.
From the scenes to the script, the whole team worked for three months.
The director passed smoothly.
She naturally breathed a sigh of relief and booked a flight to Sanya, ready to go to Sanya thoroughly.
Take a few days off.
After all, when the movie starts in one week, she will live in the freezing Hengdian for three months.
How can she wait until she is not lazy now?
Suddenly, the phone shook wildly, breaking her yawn.
"One good news, two bad news, which one should I listen to first?"
producer Qiao Qiao shouted excitedly.
"Bad."
Jiahe reopened the computer and began to quickly search for the script folder.
At this time, he received a call from the producer.
Needless to say, it must be related to the script.
"Okay, I must listen first this time," Qiaoqiao obviously took her for granted, "The man is definitely your idol."
Jiahe subconsciously blurted out: "jtbieber" "Damn, what we're filming is the screenwriter of a costume drama."
"I'm obsessed with him recently.
I've watched the Grammy clip more than 20 times," Jiahe's eyes lit up when he thought of the seventeen-year-old young lady, and he started to complain to Qiao Qiao, "You don't know, I liked him when he became famous on YouTube" "Yi Wenze."
Three words, successfully grabbed her throat.
Yi Wenze Jiahe just clicked on the script and was completely stunned: "You're not kidding, such a silly play?"
"Congratulations, you finally realized that this drama is stupid."
Qiao Qiao smiled happily there.
Jiahe didn't care about her little ridicule, and asked again top-heavyly: "Is it really Yi Wenze?"
"Of course, we just talked about it," Qiaoqiao continued, "Now here's the bad news.
He has opinions on the script and just told the director about the revisions, so the first bad news is that your vacation is over, and the second one is The bad news is that you have to complete the changes before starting the machine.
By the way, he is very professional and a bitch, so you will have to endure the three months with the team.”
Yi Wenze is lifelike on the computer desktop, smiling at Jiahe's sign.
Jiahe stared at the table, not paying attention to Qiaoqiao's last sentence, nor realizing that she had hung up the phone.
Just looking at this idol that I have liked since junior high school, my mind went blank.
She has a whole folder of celebrity photos, all of which are Yi Wenze, and a whole folder of word documents, all of which are news since Yi Wenze's debut.
Regardless of whether they are good or bad, they are all archived.
Of course, she is not as crazy as the little girls nowadays who are star-chasing to the point of picking up planes and visiting classes, and because of professional reasons, most of the time she flaunts that she has no interest in celebrities to show her professionalism.
However, the fact is that, except for Yi Wenze, Others are always short-lived little stars in her eyes.
A small window suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.
It was a reminder of a new email.
Jiahe opened it and saw the email forwarded by the director.
Yi Wenze’s script feedback was forwarded. gd1806102: