Chapter 120 - Ambergris
Her previous scripts were all modern films. There wasn’t much research on Yun Xiangxiang’s part.
The script for “The King’s Plan” was set in a time too far gone. Not to mention that it would be an on-the-spot recording too. She had to figure out what almost every single line was trying to portray.
She tried her best to blend herself into that era to imagine herself as the character and put herself into her shoes.
To see what kind of expression or mood should be shown when she was saying that line in that scene.
The feeling would differ every time she tried to figure it out. She wrote down her opinion on the sticky notes.
She also had to research the relevant materials when the scene cited real history to make it simpler to understand. It would also make it easy when they had to play with other actors.
It was fortunate that this was a film script. And a film that was dominated by males too. Yun Xiangxiang’s part only took up the middle part. She finished making all the notes in an afternoon’s worth of time.
She couldn’t help but recall the scripts for her TV dramas in her previous life. Sometimes there were seven to eight books of scripts for a single drama…
Song Mian appeared in front of Yun Xiangxiang in pajamas, “What’s the matter?”
“I just bought a piece of ambergris. Don’t know whether it’s authentic or not. Help me examine it,” Yun Xiangxiang said smilingly.
Ambergris wasn’t just an ancient spice. It was also a traditional Chinese medicinal ingredient. She believed that Song Mian must know it.
“Girlfriend, I’m jealous,” Song Mian said suddenly. “You didn’t even prepare any gifts for me yet.”
She bought it so hurriedly at this hour. Yun Xiangxiang wasn’t interested in spices either. Who else would the gift be if not for the old fogey they were going to visit tomorrow?
“I will definitely make detailed preparations when it’s your birthday. It will be better than anyone else’s,” Yun Xiangxiang assured.
“It’s still a long way to my birthday,” Song Mian didn’t back off.
“New Year then. It can’t be sooner. Or else I’ll just forget it,” Yun Xiangxiang took a step back.
Only then did he smile and marched into her home.
It didn’t take long before Song Qian took a very classy looking box up and handed it to Song Mian directly.
He opened it; smelled it; took it for a couple of glances before asking, “How much did it cost?”
“I’m not telling,” Yun Xiangxiang made a face at Song Mian. It wasn’t customary to tell someone’s son about the price of the gift they were giving to their father.
Song Mian seemed to see through what she was thinking before saying, “It’s authentic. The appearance is great. It’s a steal if it’s below two million yuan.”
Yun Xiangxiang instantly smiled until her eyes were narrow curves. She packed the item nicely, “Thank you, boyfriend. I won’t disturb your rest anymore. You can go now.”