Episode 3

After leaving James's studio, Louis returned to his rental house, packed a suitcase full of stuff and spent a day in the city, ready to find a good place to write his script in peace and quiet.

The place he was looking for was simple: quiet, soundproof, and downtown.

Finally, Louis stayed in a five-star hotel in the city center, service and soundproofing is good, close to the shopping plaza. And more important is that they have first-class security. If James showed out, they still have some strong man to help him drive people out.

As soon as he moved in, Louis turned off his cell phone, devoting himself to his writing.

What Fred said was very absurd, but absurdity also means having the possibility of writing a comedy.

Louis has seen many similar stories, not that no one has ever tried this. Sci-fi, martial arts, police procedural, things that sound messy, can be equally interesting to write once they are related.

It's best to have a sitcom, with simple sets and witty words, and pull a bunch of old actors who are all over the place to do a great job.

Louis's first work was a sitcom.

His experience working on the set of a sitcom taught him how to write dialogue that was more suited to sitcoms.

Some stories with confusing settings are forced to twist into scenes exquisite movies or dramas, but instead dilute the comedic effect of hilarious laughs.

Close to life, real interpretation, a serious funny, which the sitcom looks like.

Determined the form of the script, Louis buried his head in hard work, hungry to go out and find something to eat, sleepy to sleep. The light of "Do not disturb" is always on. Even cleaning staff coming in to clean, Louis have to personally keep an eye on them for character observation.

After twenty-eight days, he finally finished the first draft of the first ten episodes.

Although Louis was dizzy after writing, his brain was flooded with satisfaction and he was so exhilarated that he wanted to show off.

He opened his phone and the chat software immediately popped up with 99+ messages, text messages were jam-packed, most of them were calls and messages from James Sun.

Louis didn't bother to look, and dialed the desired number directly, and in no time the other side got through.

"Mr. Xu, it is Louis."

"Which Louis?" Fred's voice was filled with the arrogance and forgetfulness of a man who was born in the purple, seems like the other party had forgotten about him long ago.

Louis continued, "I've written the script for the sci-fi martial arts police and banditry, heartbreaking love story that you said at the rendezvous to invest 100 million, is it convenient to check the electronic file?"

There was silence for a long time, Fred's voice came back, indifferently said, "Brilliant Hotel 2608, I only live chat."

Then he hang up decisivily.

Brilliant Hotel...

Louis looked at the cup that had been used for most of the month, and the logo printed beautiful block letters on it: Brilliant.

What a coincidence.

Louis spent ten minutes, re-read the first draft, changed a few punctuation, and then printed it into a book, took the notebook before going out.

He stepped into the elevator, the clean and transparent interior reflecting his pale face.

In the hotel for most of the month, he lost a lot of weight, a pair of eyes sharp and bright with the night like a cat's eye. His skin is even whiter, but not healthy instead of a little sickly pale. He stood quietly in the spacious elevator room, until the elevator reached the twenty-sixth floor, and found room 08.

Louis just arrived at the door of 2608, the door opened slightly resting a crack, revealing a dark brown floor.

The interior was dimly lit, and Fred's voice came from it.

"Com'in."

The interior of 2608 was exquisitely decorated, and Fred Xu leaned lazily on the white sofa in the parlor.

He was leisurely shaking a glass of wine in his hand. Silk pajamas wrapped around his toned body, the close-fitting fabric outlined the man's sexy and prominent pectoral muscles. The lacing was loosely tied around his waist, a pair of straight and slender legs, cocked out in a leisurely arc to reveal the tight leg muscles. The dimly lit interior was full of testosterone.

He slanted his eyes and glanced over, his eyes deep as he gazed at Louis who was standing dumbly at the door, suddenly showing a hint of a smile and asking, "So far away...Are you going to give a speech?"

Louis looked at the floor, there were no slippers indoors. He directly took off his sneakers and stepped on the cashmere carpet wearing socks, the gentle touch came from the bottom of his feet, every step was like walking on a cloud.

Very comfortable.

The closer Louis gets, the more he thinks Fred has a good figure, pajamas can't cover the perfect curve at all, but instead he wants to release the full sexiness of a man.

Fred leisurely leaned on the sofa, picked up a glass of amber brandy shaking, gently placed on the tip of the nose. Elegant movements. Eyelashes slender hanging down, hooked Louis's heartstrings.

Louis was lost in thought for a moment - he was gay, and this kind of charming man alone at night, provoking his back to tighten, his throat to dry, even the pace of his feet were put very lightly, lest he disturb the elegance of young Fred's wine tasting.

Fred found out Louis's eyes wandering over his own body, half-not as constrained and coy as he thought.

The person must be bold, otherwise how could he boast of writing a good science fiction martial arts police drama.

Fred put down the cup, fingers hooked on the belt, "I still have abs, want to see?"

Louis eyes calm, nodded and said, "Well, go on."

Fred face smile deepened, frivolously swept over Louis, "One hundred million, look at me or read the script?"

Louis sighed in his heart, took out the script and handed it to Fred.

Of course, the script was more important.

He had never met Fred Xu in his previous life, but he knew about Aofa Filmss.

The country's first film and television company, only make the best dramas, only cooperat with the first-line stars and directors. Investment by the billion, film and television director to be able to decide the investment of individual projects.

The Golden bachelor is right in front of you, simply the perfect script role reference.

If not talking about the script, Louis would love to talk to him about life.

What brand of wine to drink, what restaurant food to eat, what places to travel to, what kind of life he likes.

Vacation is a private jet to the Alps skiing, or riding a noble blooded blazing horse in the Simi Valley foothills walk.

Unfortunately, Fred couldn't comprehend the inquisitiveness in his fiery eyes, only feeled that he was wildly unnatural.

Louis drops his eyes and speaks about the script: "The play is called Robin Hood set in the late Northern Song Dynasty, a group of righteous men assembled in the Liang Mountains, to legal initiative for the world's injustice, using a drama-style performance method, in the mode of sitcom, combined with the current hot topics..."

"Wait, wait." Fred got a bit of headache. Louis looked quite interesting, but he said the script like doing speech report, a board to let him dream back to the board.

"I'll see for myself." Casually flipped through a few pages, he looked laughing: a mess of the A-side idea, actually written into the script after so interesting?

Fred read out the lines on the script, "Does depression suddenly kill people?"

Louis face expressionless, picked up the next sentence: "No, only slowly death... Of course that also divided into cases, you such a good-looking, likely to die suddenly."

Fred: "..."

But he can not show too easily satisfied. Fred deliberately turned the script clattering, fully looking for fault after finding the scene in the simple notes, no UFO, no superpower, no magical heroes.

So he asked, "Where's the sci-fi I want?"

Louis's voice was cold and serious as he replied, "Don't you think the very existence of this drama is sci-fi enough?"

Fred scowled at him in silence.

Louis was wearing a plaid shirt with a white sweater over it, jeans of a whitish color, a style found all over the street, and he actually wore it to match the luxurious white sofa.

His cuffs were pulled up, his finger bones protruding as he held a pen, holding a notebook, ready to keep track of the issues the A's were picking on so that he could make changes to the script later.

It was too formal for Fred to like.

His long legs on the cashmere carpet, a little harder to get closer to Louis, he replied, "Not enough sci-fi, no aliens naked extravagant orgy, how do you mean sci-fi."

Fred wore light pajamas, the shape of his prominent pectoral muscles in front of his chest drummed with a steady heartbeat.

Louis lost his concentration for a moment, his heart suddenly jumped, his throat knot moved, his breath was unsteady as he replied, "Mr. Xu, if you don't satisfied, I will change."

After saying that, the hand pen across the paper, a few strokes over to write Fred's unreasonable requirements for science fiction to cosmic chaos.

Fred smiled and nodded, picked up another glass and handed it to the obedient screenwriter, "Have a drink and talk slowly."

Louis did not refuse and took it and finished it in one gulp.

The amber brandy was a bit astringent, he didn't drink the sweetness, he just felt the alcohol was heavy, not the same as he thought.

Fred stared at him, his deep eyes insatiably caressing the corners of his lips, and asked with a cynical smile, "How does it taste?"

Louis licked his lips, it didn't taste good, so he had to answer truthfully, "I'm not good at drink."

Everyone else says this only when they refuse to drink, and Louis finishes drinking before saying it.

This cup went down, he did not drink anything out, only felt his cheeks burn.

It is true that wine is wine, even if the price is expensive it does not become a drink.

The wine on the face, Louis cheeks piled with attractive red, even behind the ears are flushed red.

He put down the cup, hold up the notebook, holding the pen slightly brandy breath calmly said: "Mr. Xu, if there were other places are not satisfied, please say it directly, I change according to your requirements."

Fred appreciated his drunken, misty eyes and leaned over, even reaching up to caress his knee.

"I'm satisfied with you." His words carried a deep meaning, and his fingers even squeezed gently on his knee, "I just don't know... what position do you like?"

Louis: "..."

"Mr. Fred." Louis shrunk his knees, avoiding his palms, moved to the side, keeping a safe distance and said, "I mean, the script."

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