Chapter 132 That Strong Self-Esteem (36 Please Subscribe to the Genuine Version)

When Zhang Tan entered the conference room, everyone had already arrived.

"Teacher Zhang."

"Good morning, Teacher Zhang."

"Good morning, Teacher Zhang, you are in good spirits."

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These actors who passed the audition were all interviewed by him, so they naturally knew him.

Zhang Tan responded and found a seat to sit down. Producer Gao Xiaolan and director Zhang Tongshun had not arrived yet. He looked around and saw that several leading actors had arrived.

Su Lan looked at him with a smile. She didn't expect that Zhang Tan was quite prestigious and everyone respected him.

She has been in many film crews, and the director is naturally one of the most authoritative people. However, screenwriters often have no status and are no more than ordinary workers. They even live in misery and are the punchlines of the crew. When the director fails to make a film, I scolded the coordinator for not making good arrangements, and the coordinator said that it was the screenwriter who wrote it, screenwriter? The screenwriter can't be tough, and he has to be wary of actors coming into the room at night and saying, "Teacher Zhang, something needs to be changed here. I think it should be written this way." "Teacher Zhang, my lines are too few, please add more~~"

Zhang Tan is not so submissive. During the last audition, he was one of the three interviewers. It's not uncommon for a screenwriter to be an interviewer, but it's rare.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang, my name is Wu Yue, and I will play Chen Yu this time."

A handsome young man came over to say hello. He was originally chatting with Chen Feiya.

Zhang Tan looked at him.

Wu Yue did not come on the day of the audition, but arrived the next day. Zhang Tan was not there at the time, so it was Zhang Tongshun and the actor-director who did the interview.

He has a very gentle temperament, a bit delicate, but not handsome, which is quite suitable for Chen Yu, a straight man in science, engineering and steel.

"Hello……"

Zhang Tan was chatting with him, and suddenly his phone vibrated with Malanhua's call.

"Sorry, I have to go out first."

"As you please."

Wu Yue watched Zhang Tan leave. For such a young screenwriter, in other crews, he either had a backstage, or he had already made it through and became a famous person. Otherwise, he was no different from an ordinary staff member. He didn't know which category Zhang Tan belonged to, but he had heard that screenwriters at Pujiang Film Studio had a high status and the role of screenwriters was highly valued here.

Zhang Tan went out, took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, and immediately saw...Bai Jianping in the crowd!

This shiny bald head shines under the chandelier in the hall, which is so eye-catching.

Not only him, but everyone who appeared in the hall would be forced to cast their gaze over, as if the bald head was a magnet.

Zhang Tan forced himself not to stare at the bald head all the time. He looked around and saw Xiaobai carrying a small schoolbag.

This little friend was chirping and circling around the figures in the hall, marveling and excited.

Pujiang Film Studio started out as an animation company and has produced many classic cartoons and a number of beloved cartoon characters.

In the lobby on the first floor of the building, there is such a display area with many figures of cartoon characters, where Xiaobai fell.

When Malanhua saw Zhang Tan coming down, she immediately pulled Xiaobai, who was reluctant to leave, to greet him.

"Boss Zhang, please come and pick us up." Malanhua said.

"It's okay, Xiaobai, you look so cute today."

Zhang Tan praised the children. In front of a family, praising children is definitely a topic that is tried and tested.

"Hoohoho~~~" Xiaobai was very happy.

Zhang Tan said to himself, it’s just your hairstyle that deducts points.

"let's go."

Zhang Tan took them into the elevator and warned them, "Don't be nervous. It's actually just a tea party. Let's chat, get to know each other, and make friends."

Xiaobai let go of Malanhua, and at some point she was at Zhang Tan's feet, holding his pants, holding his little head high and saying, "Blow me down."

Malanhua glared at her secretly, and emphasized several times on the way here that it was a script seminar, not a blow-up, this melon boy just wouldn't change.

Zhang Tan smiled and said: "Yes, it means blowing it to pieces and setting up the Dragon Gate Formation."

He was influenced by Xiaobai and also understood a lot about Trump.

Zhang Tan took Xiaobai and his family into the conference room, found a place for them to sit, and then introduced to everyone who was looking at them curiously: "This is little Bai Chunhua, everyone can just call her Xiaobai, she is the female supporting character in this drama. This is Xiaobai's aunt, Malanhua. This is Xiaobai's uncle, Bai Jianping..."

Xiaobai climbed up on the chair and put his short legs neatly on the chair. He wanted to say hello to everyone, but he was shy and turned into an awkward and polite smile.

Bai Jianping and Ma Lanhua seemed very reserved and felt out of place here, like ugly ducklings among the swans.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink a bear?" Zhang Tan asked Xiaobai with concern.

Xiaobai picked up the sippy cup hanging around her neck, took a sip, and said she was hydrated.

Zhang Tan still brought her a bottle of bear drink, inserted a straw into it, and let her hold it and drink it slowly.

Su Lan looked at Zhang Tan and Xiao Bai, curious about the relationship between the two. This was too caring for children.

There were many people at the scene who were thinking the same thing. From a few simple actions, it can be seen that this young teacher Zhang takes good care of Xiaobai.

Xiaobai happily took a sip of the bear and gave it to Ma Lanhua who was sitting beside him: "Auntie, do you want to drink it?"

Malanhua said she wouldn't drink it and asked Xiaobai to drink it by himself.

"Don't rob me." Xiaobai said uneasily. Malanhua was so angry that she felt like a ghost in her heart. Guawazi was very disrespectful. What did it mean to say such a thing in public? How do you want everyone to think about her? Stealing children’s drinks?

She was soon distracted by Xiaobai again, because Xiaobai took off the small schoolbag on his back, handed it to her and said, "Aunt, a pancake."

Malanhua prepared a pancake, thinking that she would give everyone something she made to show her appreciation.

But when she came in, she saw the people present. The women were beautiful and the men were handsome. They were polite and elegant, and their clothes were very high-end, with higher status than those senior white-collar workers on West Chang'an Street.

She couldn't help but feel inferior. She felt that her status was too different from everyone else. The pancake in her hand seemed to be very heavy, and she was embarrassed to take it out.

This woman who could do the heaviest and most tiring work on the construction site, and who could push a small stall and shout loudly to sell pancakes in the crowd, was in an awkward situation at the moment.

Although no one looked down on her, and no one looked at her with strange contempt, she seemed to be clamped by an invisible pressure. Not to mention taking out the pancake in her small schoolbag, even speaking a word was difficult.

This pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and she couldn't help but lower her head.

Xiaobai wondered why his aunt didn't take out the pancakes, and reminded her while shaking his legs: "Aunt, give everyone some pancakes."

Zhang Tan smiled and said: "I'm in a hurry, I just didn't have breakfast, give me a set of pancakes to fill my stomach."

Malanhua looked at him gratefully, smiled awkwardly, and whispered: "The pancakes are cold."

Zhang Tan said: "It doesn't matter, it's hot, it's better to be cold."

He took the small schoolbag that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds from Malanhua's hand, and took out a large bag of pancakes packed in a paper bag.

The pancakes were still hot, not cold at all.

The pancakes were neatly stacked in the packaging bag, each of which was packed in a small paper packaging bag and numbered with handwritten Arabic numerals, which was obviously a child's handwriting.

This was made by Xiaobai's family last night. Malanhua was responsible for making it, Bai Jianping was responsible for helping, and Xiaobai was responsible for putting it in the paper bag and writing the number on the paper bag.

She wanted to draw a smiley face, but was stopped by Malanhua.

Zhang Tan took out one and said it smelled good. He asked everyone, "Here are some hot pancakes. Is there anyone who hasn't had breakfast? You can have a taste. Sister Ma's cooking skills are very good."

Everyone looked at each other, confused, and didn't understand why they bought so many pancakes. Then they thought of what Zhang Tan said, Sister Ma's cooking skills are very good. Did Sister Ma make them herself?

When everyone was stunned, Malanhua's mood, which had just been better because of Zhang Tan's action, became depressed again.

See, everyone was surprised. If she had known earlier, she shouldn't have brought pancakes. She took it for granted and implicated Boss Zhang. Everyone would definitely look down on him.

She lowered her head, and her hand on her knees suddenly felt warm and was held by someone. It was Lao Bai next to her.

The timid Lao Bai looked at her encouragingly, and raised his head and chest with a smile on his face.

Although this smile looked like crying, there were a lot of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which was very ugly.

Lao Bai knows his wife too well. She is a strong-willed woman with a strong self-esteem. He doesn't dare to compete with her at home.

Malanhua felt warm in her heart. Yes, she was originally a pancake seller. She lived in a village in the city and rented an old house. Her family was in the countryside. Of course, she couldn't compare with these formal actors.

Since there is no comparison, then don't compare. We are all human beings. No one is superior to anyone else.

She couldn't help but think of the script she had been memorizing these days. There was a sentence in it that she forgot what it said, but the general idea was that a better life is to maintain a positive and optimistic attitude, which is more important than money and wealth.

She suddenly thought it through, raised her head, and faced the eyes of everyone. Just as she was about to speak, a gentle voice suddenly rang out in the quiet conference room.

"I can smell the fragrance from a long distance. Give me one. I'm hungry. I want to taste Sister Ma's cooking."

Malanhua looked over and saw a girl sitting in the front seat.

She had never seen such a beautiful girl.

Oh, isn't this the star posted on her door?