Chapter 566: Mo Du International Film Festival? Song Wanwan as a Volunteer!

After the tour, Lin Mo brought James and his entourage to the base's VIP interview room; the whole room was decorated solemnly, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay Mo Du's dazzling skyline.

"Lin, this interview room is fantastic!" James exclaimed, "It feels even more impressive than our New York headquarters."

Soon the interview officially began; the Times Weekly team set up three 4K cameras and even brought in professional lighting equipment.

James adjusted his suit, then looked at Lin Mo and said: "First, congratulations on becoming the first Chinese director to grace the global cover of Times Weekly since its inception." His tone turned very formal: "How do you view this achievement yourself?"

He then produced a refined leather notebook: "Old habit—I always like to jot down key points in important interviews by hand!"

Lin Mo leaned back on the sofa, relaxed: "Rather than calling it my achievement, it's more like a testament to the development of Huaguo's film industry."

James took careful notes: "You transitioned from commercial film director to animation filmmaker—a decision that surprised many. What prompted you to make this choice?"

"Because I want to tell my daughter the best story." Lin Mo's gaze softened: "Every father wants to give his child the best gift, and mine is to create a fairy‑tale world just for her."

Over the next hour or so, James asked many probing questions.

From the creative concept behind Robots, to the development of Huaguo's film industry, and then to Lin Mo's balance between family and career.

The entire interview process combined professional depth with plenty of warm moments.

When talking about the future of Chinese animation, Lin Mo spoke with great confidence: "We are making history. Not chasing Hollywood, but forging a brand‑new path."

As the interview drew to a close, James suddenly asked a personal question: "If you had to sum up who you are now in one sentence, what would you say?"

Lin Mo pondered for a moment: "A fortunate storyteller, a happy father."

"Perfect!" James exclaimed, snapping shut his notebook, "This will definitely be one of the most iconic interviews in Times Weekly history!"

Afterward, the accompanying photographers began preparing for the cover shoot.

They deliberately chose the Rendering Center at the animation base—its most technologically striking spot—as the backdrop; Lin Mo, dressed in a sleek, imposing dark suit, exuded the aura of an international master director in every gesture.

"Lin, let's take one more relaxed shot," James suggested, "like holding that little WALL·E model?"

At parting, James firmly shook Lin Mo's hand: "Thank you for granting the interview. I dare say this issue will surely go down in history."

After seeing off the Times Weekly team, Lin Mo didn't rest; he continued with the film's shooting.

Robots has been in production for only a little over half a month since filming began.

Although, he is busy every day.

But anyway.

His work hours are fixed.

He goes to the base at nine o'clock, then arrives home promptly at five in the afternoon.

Overtime? Screw overtime!

He's the boss—what overtime would he need?

Given Lin Mo's laid‑back nature, this being his first animated film makes him unusually conscientious; above all, it's a gift for his own daughter, so he must make it the best!

Meanwhile.

Shanghai Theatre Academy, Lao Wang's office.

"President Wang, did you want to see me?"

Song Wanwan arrived at President Wang's office and spoke respectfully.

Lao Wang pushed up his reading glasses, smiled at Song Wanwan, and said: "Wanwan, have a seat. How are the preparations for the end‑of‑term big play going?"

Song Wanwan sat properly on the sofa: "It's okay, just that there's a movement I can't seem to get the feel of..."

"Let's set that aside for now." Lao Wang took a document from the drawer: "Next month's International Film Festival in Mo Du needs a few volunteers; I figured, since your brother is so well‑known in the circle, it's perfect for you to go gain some experience."

Song Wanwan's eyes lit up, then she quickly composed herself: "President Wang, my professional grades aren't top‑notch..."

"Bah! What we need is your down‑to‑earth earnestness!" Lao Wang slapped the table, "Those smooth‑talkers just go there to curry favors. You're different—your brother is Lin Mo, so you actually have to be careful to avoid suspicion."

Saying this, he pushed the document over: "You'll mainly be assigned to the celebrity reception team, assisting Deputy Director Li. Remember—don't throw your brother's name around to act high‑and‑mighty."

Song Wanwan took the document, her mouth nearly splitting from ear to ear with a grin: "I guarantee I'll fulfill the task!"

After watching Song Wanwan leave, Lao Wang also smiled and shook his head.

Meanwhile.

At five p. m., Lin Mo clocked out on time.

Just as he pushed open the front door, a tempting aroma of food hit him—Wang Yi was playing with Little Rascal on the crawling mat.

Upon seeing Lin Mo, Little Rascal excitedly reached out to grab his hand.

"Director Lin, you're off work!" Wang Yi said with a smile.

"Aunt Wang, is Little Rascal behaving today?" Lin Mo didn't even bother changing his shoes, scooped up his daughter in one go, and while speaking he rubbed his nose against her cheek, making Nuan Nuan giggle nonstop.

"Nuan Nuan is very well‑behaved!"

At that moment, Re Ba came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup, her waist still tied with an apron: "Back already? How did the interview go?"

"Not bad." Lin Mo hoisted Nuan Nuan onto his shoulder, walked over to peek at the soup pot, and said, "What special occasion is today that you're personally cooking?"

"Don't give me that~ it's not like you're thinking the editor‑in‑chief of Times Weekly would come interview you, the magazine's cover figure—this is a big‑shot honor, so of course we should celebrate!"

Lin Mo probably didn't feel much about it.

But Re Ba is different.

The Times Weekly's overall cover figure.

It really is a big‑shot's privilege—no wonder she's so excited.

"Eat, eat, and meanwhile tell me about it~"

"Sure!"