Episode 1

In late autumn, narrow indoor air conditioners exhale and blow the heating.

The neat room bookcase was full of books and several books on the table were turned over, next to the Kindle and computer.

The computer screen lit up, and a few lines of elegant handwriting on the notebook by the keyboard, while the owner of the handwriting, wearing a sweater, was sleeping on a single bed.

His eyebrows were clear and his long lashes drooping down his face were pretty, but his brows were furrowed as if he were having a nightmare.

The cell phone next to the bed suddenly rang, waking up the nightmare man in bed.

Louis Han gasped and struggled to sit up, his back soaking wet, his mind confused, his eyes blankly looking at this familiar place. his back soaking wet, his mind confused, his eyes blankly looking at this familiar place.

The phone kept ringing, and the calendar placed on the bedside table, quietly showed November 1, three years ago.

He didn't die?

The feeling of death coming is too real, Louis's fingers were cold as he held the edge of the bed, he almost unable to stand up on his feet.

Louis Han clearly remembered his own death.

The hard crystal trophy for "Best Screenwriter" smashed into the back of his head, with the murderers screaming in a frenzy, and even before he died, he heard them discussing how to dispose of the body to destroy it.

Louis rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.

The phone couldn't call someone to answer, and went dark after silencing.

Losing the background sound of the monotonous phone ringing, Louis stared at the bookcase full of books, his mind gradually clear.

He was a screenwriter.

Or, he was a screenwriter's gunner.

Cause any script with "Louis 's" mark means it can not be sold.

The contract that was negotiated ended without a hitch.

After three versions of the project, the investor suddenly stopped cooperating.

Even the project that has passed the review, signed the contract, finalized the actors, just waiting for the start will be announced an indefinite delay with various reasons what can not be declared.

He is simply no match for capital.

The only way to get his script signed, shot and released smoothly is to remove the name Louis.

However, he could only use his real name to sign the contract, even if he changed several pseudonyms, once he successfully signed the contract, within half a month, the "accident" would come to his door.

After two years of failure, Louis resigned himself to his fate, but he did not intend to give up.

Then he joined his old classmate James Sun's studio and started to work for James as an exclusive gunner.

Of course, in order for the script to be successfully cast, no one else know this matter.

Since the switch to James Sun, Louis's screenwriting career has become smooth.

During the three years of partnership, Louis wrote close to eight scripts, three of which were successfully released. His carefully written scripts were recognized by the market and quickly established James's status as a screenwriter.

The words "screenwriter James Sun" gradually became a professional and interesting representative, occupying a place in the film industry.

In front of the computer, there was a half-written document by Louis .

With just a few lines of dialogue on it, he can clearly recall the name of the script.

A Delicious Heart, won the best screenplay at the Chinese Film Awards.

After that, James Sun's value rose greatly.

As soon as a script took shape, various film and television companies and major studios immediately bided his scripts. These famous companies began to hang out with James. Soon, "screenwriter James Sun" became a quality assurance for movies and TV series.

The partner's honor was added, all thanks to his script.

Unfortunately, when he tried again with a well-prepared script, the "accident" came up again.

-Sorry, we had a problem with funding.

-Sorry, the story is not what we need.

-Sorry, the contract is not valid.

Louis 's own uncle, Kevin Han, chairman of the Luzhong Group, met with James privately in another new movie celebration party. And he told James Sun the reason: "Louis stole from our Luzhong Group, as long as he lives, we can't let him be a thief and still call himself a screenwriter. Thanks to you for spying on him for so many years, otherwise he has so many pen-names, maybe we didn't pay attention and he was fooled."

Louis disdained to steal anything, his heart was still impulsive even after being suppressed for several years. He questioned Kevin Han to his face, but got no response, and turned to James, only find out that he had become a "shameless thief" known to everyone in the entertainment industry, and no one would be willing to cast his scripts anymore.

He might have been willing to be a rich, nameless and confused gunman for the rest of his life, if he hadn't heard the truth himself.

Oh, yes.

Louis stroks away his wet hair and sneered. He died, and wasted for a lifetime.

James got the Best Screenwriter crystal trophy with his help, and used this trophy to end Louis's poor life.

It's too ironic to cry.

The phone rang again, and as soon as Louis  raised his eyes, he saw a familiar name on the screen.

"James Sun."

Louis frowns, stands up and walks towards the bathroom, ignoring the phone.

He is covered in sticky sweat.His mood is still in the midst of that death nightmare, so he can't calm down at all and feels more and more irritable.

He takes off his clothes and stands naked under the shower, and turns on the faucet directly.

Even though he twisted the hot water switch, the water that spilled over was cold and biting. Louis gritted his teeth to endure the sudden stimulation, allowing the cold water to hit his shoulder blades, bringing up a shiver.

Only the living know the taste of bone-chilling cold.

He holds back the trembling, gritting his teeth fiercely and stood steady, cheeks are mixed with water stains. His whimpering is covered by the sound of noisy water, the pain on the soul scatters out. After a short while, the body gradually get used to the cold, finally feel the warmth of the water temperature should have.

The hot water in the shower, pouring down from the top of the head, flowing through the messy hair to make the black hair smooth and obedient, closed eyes, eyelashes cut through the smooth water marks, hooks up a gentle arc. The thin lips of the slightly open draw air, clean flowing water down the beautiful lines of the neck, in the collarbone to accumulate water, and then down across the thin pale chest, dripping on the ground, making a clattering sound.

Louis inherited a good look. Long-term hiding indoors to write a script makes his skin incredibly white, and his hair slightly long and soft growth, bring out the meaning of lazy.

When he takes a good shower and walks out with wet hair, he can still hear the persistent ringing of his cell phone.

Finally, he answers.

"Louis! you finally pick up the phone!"

James's voice is familiar and friendly, "Hello, Louis? Hello, hello, hello?"

"Um, just taking a shower." Louis  holds the phone, still cold and paranoid about the outside world with no concern.

"I am afraid something bad happened to you or that your phone is off silent, and I want to come to you."

"Say it." Louis training voice low, rubbs hair and asks James, "What's the matter?"

"You still ask what's the matter--" James's voice was suddenly eager on the other side of the phone, "We are going to have a meeting this afternoon, and the party A is all here. We all waiting for you."

"I'll be right there." Louis  hangs up.

James's every move towards Louis  was full of warmth.

But when Louis recalled, he only felt that James's every word was permeated with deep meaning.

He is the man who always keeps eyes on his movements and attempts to master his mind.

In the past, Louis might have thought he was crazy to think this way. Now, he stared at the familiar room, the darkness of his eyes sank, and a light smile appeared in the unoccupied chamber.

Now that he knows the future, why be a gunman again.

It would be foolish to continue to deliver guns to the killer.

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The office building that James's studio rented was in a commercial center not far from the rental house.

"James Sun Film and Television Studio" is printed outside the door, which is particularly eye-catching.

James waited for a long time, and finally saw the figure of Louis .

The youth wore a white sweater, but his face was whiter than the sweater, and his thin cheeks showed some decadence.

Even James spent a lot of time with Louis, he still will be sighing for the beauty of Louis.

However, those eyes stared at him indifferently, more than the usual silence a little more complex emotions ......

James's heart jumped, why did he feel that Louis  looked at him with some ...... hostility?

"What's wrong?" James asked suspiciously.

Louis coughed, truned away his eyes, pretended that nothing happened and said, "Stayed up late last night to write the script and caught a cold."

"Any new ideas?" James asked urgently, completely forgetting to care about the matter of Louis got a cold, his face reveals the greed and eagerness that cannot be concealed.

Louis  received James's expression all.

His narrow eyes hooked up to a smile, his voice said coldly, "Nothing new, just that I suddenly want to write a revenge drama, which the main character has nothing to lose lives again, to take back everything that belongs to him. The enemies have all been duly retributed. What a happy ending."

It's a commonplace and ordinary setting. But James seriously thinking up, "Revenge setting is not good to pass the trial, ah, now pay attention to comply with the legal system, to use legal weapons to fight, revenge is easy to be cutted off."

Louis said, "I will write, of course, it's the villain who earned his own failure, in the main character's revenge, step by step to exposed those face of hypocrisy, get the punishment due. I will not break the law and discipline. The rule of law society, killing to pay for life."

He said calm, but the words made James's heart jump, wondering what made Louis, the man who usually likes to convey true goodness and beauty, suddenly changed his mind.

James suppressed his heart's panic and calmly asked, "Don't you dislike these stories of retribution for injustice?"

Louis  lowered his eyes, the smile on his pale skin lips deepened, he raised his hand to lift his short hair in front of his forehead and laughed wantonly: "I didn't like it before, but now, I like the retribution of injustice."

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The meeting is in the conference room at the end of the studio corridor, and there are already several people sitting inside.

In addition to the studio acquaintances, Louis  knew Paul Zhang, deputy director of Aofa Films, and his secretary, but he didn't know the another man who have good-looking.

The tall man was focused on the handheld game in his hands, he sat in a lazy posture, and his long-sleeved shirt was slightly pulled up, he could see the firm muscles on his small arms, and the shirt buttons on his chest were slightly open, revealing his sexy collarbone.

Louis  sat in front of him and see clearly that his features were three-dimensional and brooding, thick eyelashes fluttering with the blink of an eye, staring at the handheld screen, slender ten fingers, deftly pressing buttons, immersed in the intense matchmaking game.

He was young and handsome, probably an actor in a new drama.

Louis suddenly remembered, "What drama is the meetup for today?"

"Martial Artists." Convinced of Louis 's hindsight, James took the information in the agent's hand and handed it to him.

The script of Martial Artists was very thick, and Louis  turned the first page, his heart filled with nostalgia. In order to write this drama, he went to the combat gym to learn boxing, the coach said his physique is too poor, not suitable for combat, but taught a few hands grappling. It's a pity that his limbs were weak before he died, even James could not resist, and practiced practical grappling for most of the year.

The first draft on the meeting was already the script that Louis  had changed three versions before bringing it out to the people.

He flipped through the scene settings and dialogue, knowing exactly what would be modified by the director and turned into a very different picture to be shown on the big screen.

The people at the meeting were all there, and James apologized politely.

Then, Paul Zhang, deputy director of Aofa Films, said, "This project will all be responsed by Fred Xu of Aofa Films in the future. Cause Mr. Xu doesn't know much about the script, we need to rediscuss the script today."

The "actor" who was focused on the handheld raised his eyes, his eyes were light gold, his eye sockets were deep, his nose was high, he seemed to be a bit mixed, leaning back in the sofa chair in a leisurely and lazy posture, did not look like a social elite who can easily making some big decisions.

However, he propped his head diagonally and stretched out his fingers to tap the script and said, "The first time it was Paul who talked to you, and he reported all the details to me. I came here today to meet with the screenwriter, talking about my opinions and requirements."

Oh, it turns out he's not an actor, it's General Manager Mr. Xu.

Then, Mr. Xu said, "I think the script needs to be changed."

The script had to be changed, like a code word for war, made everyone in the studio got nervous.

James clasped his hands together, not daring to be half-hearted, and politely asked, "I wonder where Mr. Xu thinks the script should be changed?"

"All of them." Fred accounted for all the arrogance and condescension of Party A, and did not mind the instantly frozen atmosphere of the whole room.

He leaned back on the sofa chair, arms stretched out, chin slightly raised, and said in an arrogant tone, "Martial Artists is a good script, but unfortunately it doesn't meet my requirements. I want to shoot the drama must be high-end atmosphere upscale, low-key luxury and connotation, it is better to add some science fiction elements, martial arts rivers and lakes, police and banditry, must be positive energy, educational, persuade children to drop out of school to learn upward, at the same time we neeed some heartbreaking love and hate stories."

Fred smiled with eyes slightly narrowed, like a sly fox, "I only have this little requirement, I wonder if your studio has a script that meets the requirements?"

Little requirement.

The meeting room was silent.

According to the usual practice, after the capitalist finished changing the script, James would immediately speak with emotion and reason, pulling the director to agree with him and try to keep the original part. If you can't convince the investor, you can arrange for Louis to give some "insightful" comments, and then James will make it difficult to say try.

But Fred asked for more!

James, such an old journeyman can not answer the words!

"Errrr..." James heart in cursing, this guy is definitely a straw man!

He "errr" half a day, finally said, "At the beginning we talk about Martial Artist, Mr. Xu's request although there is a new idea, but it takes time to write out. Today it is rare that you can come here, I will tell you about this drama first. It is about a combat sports ......"

 Xu suddenly interrupted him with an unhappy expressionI, "I thought the studio that writed Animal Doctor could be more interesting, after all, it is this year's gold medal web drama, my expectations of your writers are quite high. I didn't expect that even you guys would think that a boring script like Martial Artists would be more worthy of investment than the story I want to make?"

Louis, who had planned to look on with a cold eye, suddenly asked, "What is your investment budget?"

"Martial Artist?" Fred tilted his upper body and propped his chin with one hand, revealing an unknowing provocation, "Sorry, not even a single point. You guys disappointed me..."

He has not yet expressed his disappointment in detail, Louis blandly interrupted him, "I am asking: what is the investment budget of your science fiction martial arts police drama?"

Fred eyes with a probing look, carefully measuring this big name that has the whole staff waiting to sit withered.

He was clear and calm, his face was pale, and his eyes were translucent as he waited for an answer.

In front of this group of studio crooked, this person stands out like a chicken, white shaking.

But his eyes, looks a lot like a madman who dedicates himself to art, or a fanatic who chases money.

Fred just wanted to raise a problem to make the project terminate.

He spent a night searching and learning for the most disgusting party A's behavior, and said a hodgepodge of things by the book.

He didn't expect that someone got it seriously.

Then, the young director held out his index finger and waved it, "One hundred million."

Everyonr kept silence, "..."

Damn! What a bloodhell psycho.

But Louis smiled, a little blood came out of his pale face, and he said, "Give me a month."

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