CHAPTER 248: 236 YADAN’S WORKS ARE SURE TO BE OF HIGH QUALITY!

"I still have five or six bottles of rose essential oil left, homemade. Sisters, if you’re interested, I’ll let you try it out and see if it works," Tian Sangsang revealed her bag.

"Well..." Everyone glanced at each other, wanting it but feeling a bit embarrassed.

It was Qin Lan who acted decisively, reaching out to grab a bottle. "Sangsang, thank you! I’ll try it out when I get home and see if it’s as good as you say."

"No worries, go ahead and try." Tian Sangsang smiled. The essential oil she made came in different grades—it wouldn’t produce results after just one bottle.

"Then I’ll try it too."

"Me too, count me in."

In just a few moments, the quick-handed military wives had swiped all the rose essential oil. Those too slow could only stare in frustration—but at that point, it had nothing to do with Tian Sangsang.

**

"Boss! Great news, great news!" Yao Yu rushed into the dorm holding a letter and slammed the door open. "Bang!"

"Shoo, shoo, get out of here!" The room was playing a song from a famous female singer from Taiwan. The flowing, gentle melody was infused with feminine tenderness—combined with Zhao Chun’s furious voice.

Yao Yu awkwardly scratched his nose. Their boss hated being interrupted while listening to music.

"No, boss, this is important. It’s Ya Dan—Ya Dan wrote a letter!"

"Ya Dan, huh!" Seeing that the boss didn’t react, Yao Yu repeated the name. For some reason, he always thought of Ya Dan as a lucky charm—a cheerful and jubilant lucky charm. As a naturally amusing person, she could bring them good fortune.

"Ya Dan’s not dead yet?" Zhao Chun’s eyes flickered. "Wait, she’s a real person?" Lazily, he reached out to turn off the multifunction player on the desk, exuding a subtle air of maturity.

Yao Yu handed him the letter, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. "Boss, I feel like something’s different about you today."

Zhao Chun raised his hand for a fake cough to mask his emotion, then arrogantly tilted his chin. "What’s different?" His handsome face flushed ever so lightly.

"You’ve become even more charming than before." In fact, it was hard to pinpoint what, but it was definitely "off" in an attractive way. "Boss, were you out on a date with Yao’er yesterday by any chance...?"

Cough. Zhao Chun shot him a sidelong glare. "Yao Yu, are you suggesting I wasn’t charming before?"

"No, no! Absolutely not! The charm you had before is just... different from today’s. Today’s is more like... um... ’manly charm’!"

The words "manly charm" made even Zhao Chun’s ears turn red. He couldn’t help but think back to the events of last night. Just as he was about to open the letter, a spark of curiosity lit up in his dark eyes, and he asked, "By the way, did you figure out what ’Five-Fingered Girl’ means?"

Yao Yu’s face flushed bright red as he sheepishly grinned. "I’ve gone through a thousand library books over the past few days and even asked some senior students—still got nothing. But when I asked, somehow Junior Li overheard and started laughing. He left me a sentence: ’Look at your hand.’ So, Boss, I think Five-Fingered Girl... might just be our hands."

Zhao Chun stretched out his hand—a pair of fair, good-looking hands. Spreading out his fingers, he stared at his right palm and, suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. He lifted his gaze to Yao Yu, who was also looking at him. Their exchanged glances confirmed they both now knew.

So this was—the Five-Fingered Girl!

"I don’t need the Five-Fingered Girl anymore." Now I use girls instead. With a serious tone, Zhao Chun grabbed the letter and began reading.

Sender: Ya Dan (Tian)

Address: No. 221 Baker Street

"No. 221 Baker Street... This address feels kind of familiar," Zhao Chun muttered. "The handwriting’s quite lovely too."

It was a stack of papers, with a bold title bearing three characters: *Lushan Love*. Yao Yu sat on the bed with Zhao Chun, and they read it together. Soon, they understood—it was a screenplay. The female lead is the descendant of a national general, raised in the United States; the male lead’s family was persecuted. He’s a progressive intellectual, charming, and idealistic. The two meet unexpectedly on Lushan Mountain. The girl speaks fluent English, and the boy is a painter. They romantically pursue each other amidst stunning mountain views. But their every move is under surveillance. Eventually, the male lead ends up being taken away for interrogation...

The script cut off abruptly at the climax.

Zhao Chun’s casual expression slowly turned serious. "Yao Yu, what do you think of this screenplay?"

Yao Yu was so excited he stuttered, "Boss, I’ve only got eight words!"

"You’re down to seven now."

"No, no, I haven’t said them yet! What I mean is: Ya Dan’s works are always top-notch!"

"Top-notch, huh..." Zhao Chun lowered his head and studied the short screenplay intensely. At the end, there was a note saying they could film the story if they wrote back with their thoughts. If their feedback passed her standards, she would give them the script for free. The only condition? The writer credit on the film must remain with her—Ya Dan! If they weren’t interested in making the film, there was no need to reply. As for the return address, it was through the local post office, not No. 221 Baker Street. She’d already left that place. And then, in bold, the comment: *Any similarities to real-life events are purely their fault for copying me.*

"Interesting— this Ya Dan is very interesting!" Zhao Chun grabbed some paper and a pen, already drafting his thoughts. He could tell this was quite an extraordinary script, perfectly suited to the current cultural context. Beyond its romantic arc, it carried additional, meaningful layers—like the theme of ’conciliation.’ He suspected the author’s intent was to convey such ideas. In the end, it would surely conclude with a harmonious reunion and the creation of a brighter future...

"Boss, are you really going to make this film?"

"Duh."

"But... are we shooting it ourselves?"

"Yep."

"But... where’s the funding coming from?" Just recreating the fashion styles of the female lead, as marked in the script, would already cost a fortune. Not to mention the actors, the props, and shooting at Lushan Mountain!

"We’ll see. First, let’s secure the script."

Yao Yu thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "By the way, Boss, weren’t we going to look for Tian Sangsang today?"

The pen in Zhao Chun’s hand froze. In a flash, he shot up from the chair, exclaiming, "That black-haired devil!"

Rumor had it that the TV station was planning a new production of *Water Margin*. Zhao Chun’s teacher had been invited to join the advisory panel. By chance, they heard about the song *Hero Song*, deeming it the perfect theme for *Water Margin*. The teacher, aware of Zhao Chun’s connection with Ji Yao’er, wanted him to help get in touch with the performer.

*Hero Song* did seem like the kind of thing Tian Sangsang would sing—especially since that woman could even nail the concept of the Five-Fingered Girl. "You write the feedback letter—I’m going to find Yao’er!" Zhao Chun shoved Yao Yu into the chair. "Remember, make it moving—get straight to Ya Dan’s heart!"

"Moving? Boss, you know my writing’s not great!" Yao Yu grimaced. "What if I ruin the impression we’ve made on Ya Dan?"

Zhao Chun rubbed his chin, a pensive look on his face. "Think about this: If someday you get a girlfriend and finally no longer need the Five-Fingered Girl, how would you feel? Write from *that* emotion."

"I can’t imagine it, Boss. We only *have* the Five-Fingered Girl..."