After dinner, Xiao Zheng parted ways with a few screenwriters and returned to his office to take another look at the screenplay and mull it over. He already had so ideas in mind; with a bit more thought, he would be able to finalize the script for this project.
Mu Yiqing had left for the day.
However, just as Xiao Zheng was reviewing the screenplay, soone suddenly knocked on his office door. He was slightly surprised—who would be looking for him at this hour? Nearly everyone in the company had already left for the day.
He went to the door and opened it, only to see the female screenwriter who wrote "The Story of Xiang Xiang" standing before him.
"What are you here for?" Xiao Zheng asked with a slight frown.
"Heehee, Mr. Xiao, don’t be so cold. I ca over because I wanted to discuss the screenplay with you. I had so new thoughts on my way back and wanted to co here to talk to you about them," the female screenwriter said, moving closer to Xiao Zheng’s body, her voice sultry.
"Alright then."
After considering for a mont, Xiao Zheng finally nodded. The female screenwriter seed to have other motives, but as the final decision-maker for the script, it didn’t seem right to outright deny her request.
Upon hearing his response, her eyes brightened, and she unceremoniously walked over to Xiao Zheng’s desk and sat on it, her long legs crossed. Xiao Zheng glanced over and noticed that she had so assets; she was wearing a pair of hot pants, very short, revealing quite a bit. Her thighs were straight and round.
But she was different from the usual young girls.
Indifferent, Xiao Zheng chuckled as if he knew what the female screenwriter was planning and went to sit down behind his desk.
"Go on, what do you want to discuss?"
Instead of answering, she looked around and suddenly said, "The air conditioning is so warm, I’ve started to sweat."
As she spoke, she tugged at her clothes.
Undoing a button.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Zheng frowned.
"I want to feel more comfortable, is that okay?"
"Pfft."
Xiao Zheng, who was drinking water, witnessed this scene and spewed the water out.
Instantly, his entire cup of water was sprayed on the female screenwriter.
He was sowhat shocked now; the audacity was a bit much.
"Ah!"
The female screenwriter let out a soft cry.
She was all wet.
"Hehe, sorry about that," Xiao Zheng quickly regained his composure and smiled, "You said it was hot, now you don’t have to worry, I’ve cooled you down a bit." He picked up a paper towel and handed it to her.
She took it, casting a reproachful glance at Xiao Zheng, and then began to pat herself dry with her clothes pulled open.
At this mont, Xiao Zheng’s voice revealed a slight chill, "Alright, now that you’re not hot anymore, can we talk about the screenplay? I think you’d better not do anything else, otherwise if you waste my ti, I’ll have to ask you to leave."
The female screenwriter was startled upon hearing this.
She clearly understood Xiao Zheng’s implication!
She had thought that with her assets, and having gone this far, there would be no one who could resist her. However, to her surprise, the man before her seed completely indifferent.
He actually wanted to discuss the screenplay.
Goddamnit, I don’t want to discuss the damn script with you!
Nevertheless, the female screenwriter soon regained her composure and decided to take further action.
She was a woman with a strong utilitarian mindset, aware that her script was not at all suitable for Chu Xiaoran. If she wanted it to be chosen, she had to resort to special tactics.
Moreover, if she could really connect with Xiao Zheng, even if she wasn’t chosen now, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
"Actually, I don’t have much confidence in my screenplay. It’s not that it’s poorly written, but its lead character Xiang Xiang doesn’t really suit Chu Xiaoran’s style," she said, her voluptuous fra projecting a pitiful air as she looked at Xiao Zheng, "I ca here to have a good ’discussion’ with Mr. Xiao. Whatever you want to do, I’m willing."
She put an emphasis on the word "discussion."
Obviously, the aning behind it was clear to anyone.
There are many ways to discuss and exchange ideas.
Despite her words, Xiao Zheng remained unmoved. Smiling, he said, "It seems you do have discernnt. Indeed, this movie’s screenplay should not choose yours. The styles are too different."
"Is Mr. Xiao really willing to give up like this?" the female screenwriter asked, her eyes showing a sad expression as she moved closer to Xiao Zheng.
"As long as you select my script, Mr. Xiao, whatever conditions you propose, I can accept. Any conditions."
As she spoke, the female screenwriter bit her lip as if making a great resolution and let these words out.
At that mont, her entire deanor suggested she was ready to be taken at will.
A scorching beauty leaning close, uttering such words, would probably be irresistible to any man.
Yet Xiao Zheng simply smiled, not the least bit courteous as he pushed the female screenwriter away, stood up, and looked down at her from above.
"Why debase yourself with such tactics when you could beco famous on the rit of your own talent?" Xiao Zheng said with a cold laugh, "There’s no need to dean yourself like this!"
Xiao Zheng had initially wanted to save the woman’s face, hence his earlier words left room for interpretation, repeatedly steering the conversation back to the screenplay, wanting to have a proper discussion with her.
What he hadn’t expected was that she wouldn’t know when to stop—she even pushed her luck further.
Xiao Zheng had a deep disdain for such won; he thought they lacked self-respect. Having seen countless beautiful won, how could he be tempted by rely a female screenwriter? He bluntly stated his thoughts.
The female screenwriter’s face went from red to white and back again.
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