Episode 2

Louis, who usually lives a free and easy life, suddenly agrees to the unreasonable demands of the investors, that made James feels bad.

His bones are permeated with nobility, disdain for capital, more disdain for others to sway his mind, looks like born to wait for others to serve.

Peolpe who don't familar with him might thomght he is the one who live like a prince and nothing ro worry about.

James had known him for seven years, and didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Lou," James pulled over Louis and whispered, "We are discussing with Aofa Filmss about the cooperation of Martial Artists, if they need another script, they can ask other writers to write it. There is no need to subservient to them."

Louis slanted his eyes and said, "I want to write it."

James looked worried and anxious for him and persuaded, "If you want to write, then we take our time to write, Lou, not need to rush. A month is too short, even if it is not for the script, you have to think about your health. Now we do not need to rush the time desperately. Although the script is very important, but the body is more important ah. We will talk to them again when you are done writing, it is better to focus on Martial Artists first. After all, Aofa Films invited director Wen Louisg, which means they do attach great importance to this project. Don't worry about director Xu's words, we perfume him and then talk it slowly."

James eyes exposed his dislike to Fred Xu,his tone of voice are full of contempt for the incompetent, stupid but rich generation.

The person James did not like but Louis looked extraordinarily smooth, that made Louis's pale indifferent look rarely tinged with a friendly smile.

He said to Fred: "I have an idea similar to yours, but I've just been too busy to write it, since Mr. Xu happened to be looking for a similar script, I hope you'll give me a chance to try it."

Fred lazily leaned back in the sofa, as if his amazing idea had been recognized, and his eyes looked at him approvingly.

Fred said, "I knew that the studio that could write Animal Doctor must have capable people. That's the deal: a month's time, if you can write the script I want, I will invest a hundred million... Oh, not really, if you write good, my investment is not capped. But you have to make me be satisfied first."

Fred was over here happily patting the board, however, Paul Zhang frowned.

He turned his head to Fred and said, "Mr. Xu, let's continue to discuss the script of Martial Artists, and if this assistant can write the script you want, we'll find another time to talk about it."

"There's nothing to discuss about Martial Artists." Fred propped up his head and turned the thick script on the table to a clatter, "It's not my kind of drama, I don't want to cast it. So what else to discuss? It's a waste of time."

Paul Zhang said, "President Xu attaches great importance to this project, the company is already prepared to promote it as a key project next year."

Fred used his light-colored eyes looking at Paul Zhang with a lazy expression, smiled, "Zhang, last time I check, I thought I'm your boss, right?"

Paul Zhang's face stiffened.

Fred unable to be a quiet beautiful man, his frame was full, and he brushed Paul Zhang's face, show no mercy.

He reached out with his long hand, elegantly borrowed the notebook and pen of the secretary beside him, lowered his head and wrote something on the paper, then tore it off and pinched it in his hand.

The sofa chair dragged with a loud clang as Fred stood up. He almost taller than the average person, reaching long enough to cross the entire conference table.

He handed the slip of paper with the phone number on it to Louis.

Fred's smile deepened, his eyes reflecting the pale, surprised face of Louis.

He said, "Call me anytime if you're ready."

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James grew a kind face, but stay up late and indulge in sexual exhausted his body.He was only twenty-eight years old, but already looked like a middle-aged man, his face are fat and overly puffy, and also have thick bags under the eyes, didn't look like in the same age with Louis.

After the meeting, Louis sat down in the cubicle to organize his computer. James sat aside and began to persuade Louis to give up the idea of writing this ridiculous script.

Louis, however, focused on organizing his computer files and ignored him, "A ridiculous story is just the right amount of comedy to write."

James asked unrelentingly, "How is going about your food drama? You said you wanted to shut down for a few months to write the food drama which you've been preparing for years... Tell me you didn't give up, okay?"

Louis raised his eyes to look at him.

James was asking about the script that was in his rental house, stuck in the ending.

The script that was only meant to be self-satisfying had won the best screenplay award.

He also got the crystal trophy of "Best Screenplay" that hit him on the head and beat him to death.

The trophy was crystal clear and stained with dark blood, the sticky, fishy sweetness of blood rushing to Louis's mouth, leaving only the despair of betrayal, the memory so bloody that it made he headache.

Louis hooked up a smile and looked straight at the killer.

He was a good-looking man with slightly upturned eyes, smiling as if he could see through people's hearts, "James Sun, can you stop acting? We both know what knid of person you are."

"What?!" James's heart stuttered, but his expression was incomparably vain.

They had worked together for three years, and Louis never smiled with mockery and penetration like he did now, just like he saw what he had been doing behind his back all the time.

No, it can't be.

James settled his mind and asked with a worried face, "Lou, who said something to you?"

Louis didn't say anything, just put the documents in the computer together.

James continued, "No matter who said something to you, there must be a misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding?" Louis deleted all the information on his desk computer and glanced at him with squinted eyes, "Misunderstanding what? Let me guess, is that you took my script for fame and fortune, but turned your back and told everyone that I was a loser who couldn't write anything and depended on your studio for support?"

James's heart was horrified, how could Louis know what he said privately with the investors?

Louis never participated in the investor's party. James only brought three female assistants to attend.

He thought the three women were tight-lipped, but he didn't expect these words to reach Louis's ears.

Did Barbara, Luna, or Christina say it?

James began to suspect his assistants and still sophomoric, "Lou, I did not do that, how I treat you, you are still not clear?"

"Clearly, of course, I am clear."

Louis picked up the last stack of A4 paper on the table and snorted, "Three years ago, you found me with my script, righteous anger, cursing the investors have no vision, vowed to help me to market the script, but unfortunately, time and again hit the wall, in order to story not be buried, had to be forced to become a script signatory under the blackmail of the Luzhong Group. Now that I think about it, you acted as if it was real, and I literally believed it."

As he said this, James looked back and forth nervously.

Fortunately, the studio's assistant had gone somewhere lazy and no one heard what Louis said.

James whispered, "Lou, if you're not happy with the script split, we can talk about it again."

Louis looked down at the script and headed for the shredder in the corner as he shook his head and said, "I didn't write the script for money.

It's just a pity that this good story, I've written fifteen scenes, but it doesn't have a chance to be filmed."

James looked at the script and his eyes went straight, "How can there be no chance, Louis, your scripts are always the best, I can help you find investors who are willing to cooperate."

"Who? Luzhong Group? Then leave only your name in the position of screenwriter, and then you tell me with a face full of anger how the investors can do this, and you're going to go to them for an explanation?"

Saying what had happened in a previous life, Louis only felt easy.

James too good at acting, a face of anger to go to Luzhong, and then a face of grief and sadness back to say sorry.

Too more sorry to believe.

He simply did not have the possibility of winning since his opponent is the capital, Luzhong Group.

Thinking of this, Louis raised the paper stack in his hand, his face were smiling, "Do not bother Mr. Sun, have this time to act in front of me, it is better to have more heart to write the script."

After saying that, he casually tore off the script pages and stuffed them into the shredder.

James blushed, "Louis Han! What the fuck are you doing!"

The sound was so loud that the pantry assistants came running out and took a look at the situation, whispering and asking what happened.

Louis stood by the paper shredder on the opposite corner of the pantry, a stack of stacks of shredded scripts in hand, his mouth with a smile on his face through the pain of madness, like the most wantonly indulgent madman.

Their respected teacher James stood a meter away from Louis, and said in a frightened voice: "What is wrong with you? We can discuss things slowly, those words are all misunderstandings, how can you believe that so easily! You should know who I am!"

Louis looked at James and showed a cruel smile.

"Yes. A sinister villain, a clothed beast. You can do anything for money, including betraying me, the one you just said was your best friend. Anything else?"

James blushed miserably.

Louis stuck his hands in his handbag and continued, "Well, reminding me, your script is trash, and you only rely on your tongue to trick rich investors into believing that your idea is great, only to produce a pile of garbage that you won't even sign. How pathetic."

The three assistants looked at each other, not knowing why Louis was suddenly like this.

James usually valued Louis the most, even if Louis could not write anything, he would still give him the opportunity to intern in the theater, the mediocre is obviously Louis, but he actually had the face to accuse James, who was hailed as a genius?

However, at this time, James could not care less about his assistant, he had been immersed in the illusion that he was a genius screenwriter for too long, and when the truth was told by Louis, who actually wrote those excellent scripts, his face turned red and he howled as if in anger, "You know the reason! I am forced to do it!"

Louis said expressionlessly, "Oh, you mean someone forced you to inform the Luzong Group and ask for a reward and credit? No wonder I thought you pulled in the investment from Luzhong Group too smoothly, now thinking about it, it was you who sold my information in exchange for it."

James helped the Luzhong Group spy on him in exchange for the trust of those people who collaborated to suppress his efforts.

The reason for this is that the person "Louis" completely disappeared from the world.

Louis put his hands in his handbag and said, "James Sun, we've known each other for seven years, and have been working together for three years, you've been acting all the time, aren't you tired of it?"

James did not speak, his face ironic stared at the shredder that returned to calm.

Louis shrugged, indifferent to walk out, "but I'm tired of it, goodbye James, the big screenwriter."

The thin young man's dashing back disappeared behind the frosted glass of James Sun Film and Television Studio.

There was a silence inside, James sunken face, fished up the shredder, will be a box of shredded paper poured out.

"Clang-clang" shake the box containing shredded paper, dusty white froth scattered in the air.

He grabbed several scraps of shredded paper, turned out the fragments with words, and suddenly shouted at the assistants who looked surprised and suspicious: "What the hell are you looking at? You losers! Put it together, now! Less a piece of paper and you guys are dead!"

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