Huayu: It's normal for me, as a director, to mentor young actresses, right?

Chapter 51 Beijing Film Academy, your 'Emperor' chapter is here!

2012 6 Month 6 Day.

Lin Yu finally returned to his loyal Beijing Film Academy.

Lin Yu, who had just returned to school, went to Tian Zhuangzhuang's office with the script he had written over the past few weeks in order to avoid being dragged directly to class.

In his mind, handing the notebook to Director Tian for review would not only show that he had not wasted his time, but also naturally steer the conversation toward the new project, avoiding the topic of class.

As for why he avoided the topic of class and went to see Teacher Tian, ​​Lin Yu didn't think about it in detail. It was probably some kind of guidance from heaven.

However, the moment Lin Yu pushed open the door, his smile froze.

"What? You're shocked to see me here?" Wang Jinsong sat behind Tian Zhuangzhuang's desk, his hands crossed on the table, his expression serious.

Holding the script, Lin Yu was caught in a dilemma. He genuinely didn't understand why, when he pushed open the door to Teacher Tian's office, he was met with Dean Wang Jinsong instead.

This puts him in a rather awkward position, no less awkward than being caught red-handed for betraying his master.

"Teacher, didn't I know you were here beforehand?" Lin Yu racked his brains to find an excuse, his face full of smiles. "I came back and saw you the moment I arrived."

"I decided to visit Director Tian on a whim today. How did you know in advance?" Wang Jinsong showed no intention of letting Lin Yu off the hook.

Just kidding. If we don't teach Lin Yu a 'lesson' and he gets poached by the directing department, where will Dean Wang's face be?

Lin Yu originally wanted to shift the blame to Tian Zhuangzhuang, saying that Director Tian had notified him to come, but after hearing Wang Jinsong's words, this plan was obviously not going to work.

"This shows that we, master and disciple, are of one mind!" Lin Yu quickly adopted a deeply affectionate demeanor, his voice shifting to an aria: "It is precisely because of our profound master-disciple bond that I can subconsciously feel your guidance, Master!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinsong nearly vomited up his dinner from the night before.

"You're always up to no good," Wang Jinsong's expression relaxed slightly, becoming less serious. "What do you want with your Teacher Tian?"

Seeing the change in Wang Jinsong's expression, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the outline he had written. "Isn't this the one Teacher Tian asked me to make an idol drama to practice my camera work a while ago? So I wrote a script and asked him to take a look."

"So, you've come to see Tian Zhuangzhuang after all, right?" Wang Jinsong's voice drifted over from in front of him.

Lin Yu broke out in a cold sweat, staring at Wang Jinsong in disbelief.

Oh no, that old man tricked me! Why does it feel like everyone's IQ has increased since I went on this trip?

Global IQ has increased ten thousandfold, but mine remains unchanged?

Lin Yu slowly raised his head. Wang Jinsong was flipping through the script he had handed him, as if he hadn't said those words just now.

Taking the opportunity, Lin Yu wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and quietly sat down opposite Wang Jinsong. "I knew it," he thought, "why would my dear master really make things difficult for his prized disciple?"

"Who told you to sit down?" Wang Jinsong glanced at Lin Yu. "You still haven't explained why you've forgotten about your teacher after being away for a few days?"

Lin Yu hadn't even settled into his seat when he heard this and instinctively jumped up again.

Damn, this old man is really petty.

"Teacher," Lin Yu thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "If you keep talking like this, I'll really end up going to the directing department."

Seriously, I have a temper too!

"Ahem." Wang Jinsong coughed, looked up at Lin Yu, his previous seriousness completely gone, "Isn't this my precious disciple? Why are you still standing? Please sit down."

As expected, like master, like disciple. These people who graduated from the performing arts department are all masters of face-changing.

Lin Yu sighed helplessly and sat lazily in the chair: "Teacher, how's it going? If it's ready to film, we'll start recruiting crew members."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinsong closed the script, cleared his throat, and said earnestly, "The script looks good, and the concept is quite novel. Do you think I could play the male lead? I don't have any experience acting in idol dramas yet."

Lin Yu stared at the gleaming Mediterranean Sea and Dean Wang's wrinkled face when he smiled, and almost laughed in exasperation.

"I am... Let me make this clear first, I didn't mean to attack you." Lin Yu's words were extremely solemn. "We should take a good look in the mirror more often."

"What do you mean by that?" Wang Jinsong didn't react for a moment.

"He's saying you're ugly but still have desires." Tian Zhuangzhuang walked in from outside and casually shooed Wang Jinsong from behind his desk onto the sofa. "I'll only be out for a little while, and you're already acting all high and mighty."

After Tian Zhuangzhuang sat down, she flipped through the script Lin Yu had brought, glanced at it, and looked up at him: "You're really going to make idol dramas?"

Lin Yu was taken aback by these words and asked somewhat uncertainly, "So you were just kidding me when you said you wanted me to film an idol drama?"

"No, that's not true. Well-made idol dramas can indeed improve one's aesthetic sense," Tian Zhuangzhuang said calmly as he continued flipping through the script. "However, if they're filmed haphazardly, it might have the opposite effect."

Lin Yu nodded, "That's alright, you can go and keep an eye on things then."

Tian Zhuangzhuang immediately waved his hand, "I'm not like that shameless old man Wang, with his wrinkled face trying to play the male lead in an idol drama. I can't afford to embarrass myself like that."

"I'm not asking you to act, I'm asking you to be a producer." Lin Yu had a bit of a headache. Why were these two old men's thinking so unpredictable?

"I'm talking about the producer." Tian Zhuangzhuang looked at Lin Yu seriously.

"Then you want me to go and film it?" Lin Yu's eyes widened. This old man really wanted to scam me!

"You're still young, with endless possibilities. Trying different types of films will do you good," Tian Zhuangzhuang said nonchalantly. "I'm too old to get involved. It's easy to turn idol dramas into art films."

Lin Yu remained silent for a moment, then reached for the script, intending to leave. She tugged at it, but couldn't budge it.

"Don't rush to take it. Leave the script with me, I'll take a look first." Tian Zhuangzhuang held the other end of the script firmly. "You go and do other preparatory work first. Filming this is much more difficult than '12 Citizens'."

"I'm not planning to film anymore, I'm going to XZ to film Tibetan antelopes," Lin Yu retorted to Tian Zhuangzhuang.

"Don't say hurtful things, just work on the notebook properly," Tian Zhuangzhuang advised kindly. "It will definitely help, trust me."

Lin Yu thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll go and try to attract investment first."

"You didn't prepare anything, and you went to seek investment when you had only written half of the script?" Tian Zhuangzhuang was somewhat surprised.

"What preparations do you need to attract investment?" Lin Yu asked matter-of-factly. "Isn't it just a matter of stating a number?"

"You should at least make a budget, so people know where your money went." Tian Zhuangzhuang advised Lin Yu while gesturing to Wang Jinsong to say a few words, "It's very troublesome to get additional investment later. There are plenty of production crews in the industry that have been held back by overspending."

Looking at Tian Zhuangzhuang's eyes, Wang Jinsong was speechless. "Why are you trying to persuade him? Someone like him could easily find some investment."