"Will, the movie will be shot in San Francisco, that's my turf! At least you don't have to worry about me getting the crew lost." Looking at the letter in his hand, Will Smith chuckled, then continued to read the buoyant and beautiful words, "But the reason I can shoot this film well isn't just that. I know everyone says the kid is too young, that he should stick to campus flicks, that he can't possibly do a good job on a biographical movie. But I have to say, some emotions have nothing to do with age, at least at 19 I've come to understand that I'm no longer a child, I know what it means to be hungry, what it means to persevere..."
There was a small stack of letter paper on the desk, a good dozen pages long, full of sincerity. Even though Will Smith had read this long letter many times recently, each time it touched his heart. Now, he was like a street rat in the eyes of the producers, but Wang Yang believed in him incredibly, with a sincerity he had never seen before.
