Zhao Mingyuan, upon hearing this, was momentarily at a loss for words.
Fang Chu squinted his eyes but didn't mind the jab in Xu Qingyan's words. His face still wore that same smile as he exchanged a few pleasantries and announced the start of the seminar.
The script from Zhao Mingyuan's side had been printed out, a thick one. Everyone present received a copy, and just by feeling the weight one could tell it was a long story.
As Xu Qingyan took a look, "xx Memories".
The opening scene described an old man sitting at a stone table in a residential area, telling stories to a child who asked questions. Then the old man laughed and sighed while resolving the child's confusion.
"That's the story of my father. Back then, the enemy was closing in...."
Gan Wenchang didn't understand scriptwriting, but as he read, he found himself getting drawn in. It was evident that a lot of effort had gone into this script, regardless of how others had expended their efforts.
