Yingda has heard the name Jiang Yulou more and more recently.
A series of dazzling names have been placed on Jiang Yulou's head, and he is still a freshman at Yan University. Yingda can't even pretend that he has never heard of it.
So, Yingda changed his expression and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, "Hello, Teacher Jiang, I am Yingda, the president of the Yanda Drama Club. I didn't expect you to come here and make our little drama The society is full of brilliance."
"Hello, classmate Yingda." Jiang Yulou also stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "We are all students of Yan University and classmates. Classmate Yingda calls me Teacher Jiang, which is too harsh. You call me You can call me Yulou."
Not an arrogant person. This is Yingda's inner evaluation of Jiang Yulou.
Yingda's first impression of Jiang Yulou was good, but impressions are impressions, and you still have to read the script carefully.
It wasn't that he was worried about losing face in front of Wei Guoping, but after all, it involved the drama club, and he couldn't take it lightly. If the script is too bad, the drama club won't be able to use it for rehearsal because of Jiang Yulou's reputation.
Yingda said solemnly: "Okay, classmate Jiang, let me read the script first. If it is really well written, I will personally apologize to you and Wei Guoping."
Jiang Yulou smiled and waved his hands: "Why do you apologize? We don't have any conflicts, and Lao Wei is not a stingy person."
Wei Guoping handed over the script in his hand and muttered: "Hey, what are you reading? Even if you don't believe me, you still don't believe in Yulou? He is a great writer, and he can't write a small script easily."
"Old Wei, stop talking." Jiang Yulou patted him on the shoulder.
Wei Guoping doesn't necessarily want to win or lose, it's just that he has been accustomed to smooth sailing due to family reasons since he was a child. He has never suffered a loss, so he has a bit of a good face.
After Yingda took the script, he said, "Classmate Jiang, please sit down first. I'll take a look at the script."
He ignored Wei Guoping. This man was a gangster, and so was he. Everyone was from Yanjing, and they all had backgrounds. They were young and energetic, so there was nothing to care about.
If it weren't for Jiang Yulou's sake, he wouldn't want to think about Bird Guard Guoping.
After casually asking the club members to turn on the theater lights, he opened the script and started reading.
Unexpectedly, after seeing it like this, he was immersed in the story. When he came back to his senses, it was already more than half an hour later.
"Yingda, how about the script? Can it be used?"
"What kind of script is it? It's not a model play, right?"
"Does the script have many roles? Can I play a role?"
"Oh, you're talking, I'm so anxious."
It's not that the members of the drama club didn't think about urging him, they just saw him yelling there, sometimes excited, sometimes frowning, and didn't dare to disturb him.
Now that Yingda had closed the script, they started asking questions.
Yingda stood up and said, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to what I have to say."
Everyone immediately fell silent and looked at him.
Ying answered loudly: "Students, first of all I must apologize."
Everyone was startled. Jiang Yulou realized what he was doing and was about to stop him. Unexpectedly, Yingda bowed before him and said, "Classmate Jiang, Classmate Wei, I'm sorry, I'm blind but I can't see Taishan. Student Jiang's script is very good." , it was an eye-opener for me.”
"Why so?" Jiang Yulou smiled bitterly and shook his head.
We are all classmates, we are just having fun for a while, why should we be serious?
Wei Guoping waved his hand magnanimously: "What is in the past is in the past, Lao Ying, you are also very discerning."
He was very satisfied, after all, he had gained face.
Yingda nodded and continued: "There is no problem with the script. On the contrary, it is very well written. Mr. Jiang is indeed a great writer. Even his ability to write scripts is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"President, is it really that good?"
"Yeah, is that too much of a compliment?"
"Ahem, of course we won't question Mr. Jiang's ability, but scripts and novels are two different things. Is it really so easy to get started?"
"Facts speak louder than words. As long as everyone has read it, there will be no more doubts." Yingda was still emotional, and it was obvious that he had not yet come out of the story in the script.
Everyone looked at each other, is it really that good? Their curiosity was aroused, and their eyes involuntarily glanced at the script in Yingda's hand.
I really want to see it now!
Ying Da is so sure. It seems that the script is well written and almost inseparable.
This time, their hearts were relieved.
"It looks like we have a script to rehearse again."
"If the people in Shuimu next door knew about it, they would be so jealous."
"Who says it's not the case? A script written by a great writer would make anyone jealous!"
"Haha, who knows that classmate Jiang is from our Yan University? This is called first-come-first-served."
"You're right, that's the truth."
Yingda was not as optimistic as other members of the drama club. He held the script in hand and was quite hesitant for a moment.
After Jiang Yulou saw his expression, he smiled and asked, "Classmate Yingda, is there anything else you want to say?"
"Classmate Jiang, can the script be handed over to our drama club for rehearsal and performance?" Yingda blushed after finishing speaking, and he had already expected that Jiang Yulou would definitely refuse.
The script belongs to Jiang Yulou, and it is so well written that he can definitely sell it to the city's drama troupe. No matter how he thought about it, there was no way he would submit the script to the school drama club.
He was a little unwilling to see such a good script, but he had to watch it slip away from his hands.
Oh, what a pity. If this play could be rehearsed, it would definitely make the drama club an instant hit.
Jiang Yulou said calmly: "Okay."
"Oh, I know that our school's drama club has no money, and no... wait!" Yingda was halfway through speaking, and suddenly looked at Jiang Yulou in shock, his voice trembling: "Classmate Jiang, what did you say?"
Jiang Yulou repeated, "I said yes, the script can be used by you for rehearsal, and there will be no problem with the performance."
"But our drama club has no money..." Yingda stammered.
Jiang Yulou said calmly: "I'm not short of money."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him was shocked.
Good guy, he can say that he is not short of money... Oh, a big writer, someone who earns royalties, so excuse me.
Everyone's emotions were a little complicated for a while. Everyone was a student and relied on support from their families and the state to go to school. Everyone is like this, so that’s it. But now, there is a master among them who can earn royalties while attending school. And he makes a lot of money. Some good students have calculated that Jiang Yulou has made at least tens of thousands of yuan from publishing his first work to now.
Tens of thousands, isn’t that a household worth ten thousand yuan?
This is 1980!
"Thank you, classmate Jiang!"
Yingda took a step forward, held Jiang Yulou's hand, and said excitedly.
