Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

"Chen Zhao, he was forced to attach the souls of his relatives to his body using blood fusion magic."

"Can you pull these three souls out?"

"These three souls must be his close relatives. I can pull out their souls, but I will also kill these three souls. Are you sure you want me to do this?" Lao Hei asked.

Movich Tutas looked at Chen Zhao anxiously: "Chen, you have something to do, right?"

Chen Zhao looked at Movich Tutas: "Tutas, do you think these three faces look familiar to you?"

"What looks familiar? What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you look at these three faces carefully?"

"I'm scared to death when I see them, I watch them, and every time they appear, they scream in my ears."

"Pull up your clothes...slow down...maybe they haven't woken up yet." Chen Zhao was still frightened.

Movic Tutas slowly lifted up his clothes, revealing those three terrifying faces.

Chen Zhao stretched out his hand, rubbed Movich Tutas's skin on his chest, and slowly a woman's face was revealed.

Movich Tutas exclaimed: "Mom?"

"Is she your mother?"

"I...I...I don't know..."

Movich Tutas never thought that this strange face would be his mother.

"What about this face?"

"He is my father..."

"Where's this face?"

"My grandma... I was raised by my grandma."

"This is the situation now. Someone placed them in your body. I can get them out, but it will kill them."

"But...are they already dead?"

"Well, die again."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Don't ask me, what are you going to do?"

"Is there no other way?"

"I don't know. This is my first time encountering your situation. I need to do some research."

"You must think of a way."

"I try my best."

"This is the medical fee, you keep it."

Movich Tutas handed Chen Zhao a check for two hundred thousand dollars.

Chen Zhao pushed out the check: "The problem has not been solved, I won't accept the money."

"If you accept it, it will be regarded as a deposit." Movich Tutas was originally in despair, but now he finally sees hope.

He was worried that Chen Zhao would never come back once he left.

Perhaps only if Chen Zhao accepts the money can he feel at ease.

"Are you rich?"

Chen Zhao saw that Movich Tutas's living environment was average, but he casually handed him a check for two hundred thousand dollars and used it as a deposit.

"This is my grandmother's house. I hid here to avoid the eyes of the servants."

"I won't accept the money until I have a way to cure you."

"Then leave me a phone number." Movich Tutas said uneasily.

Chen Zhao left a phone number for Movich Tutas and then left.

Chen Zhao could feel the helpless look in his eyes when he walked out of the house, looking forward to your return.

After Chen Zhao left Movich Tutas' home, he ran to Ethan's place for lunch.

"Chen, how did things go?"

"That customer's condition is a bit complicated and there is no way to cure it for the time being." Chen Zhao said helplessly.

Ethan sneered twice, which was a pity.

"But there's still a chance. I'll do some research and it looks like he just used two hundred thousand dollars as a down payment."

When Ethan heard Chen Zhao's words, he looked surprised: "Really?"

"Anyway, it won't be less than two hundred thousand dollars, provided I can cure his disease."

"Then what are you waiting for? Come up with something quickly."

"I'm hungry. Get me something to eat first."

"I think you're just here to eat." Ethan threw a packaged sandwich to Chen Zhao in displeasure, and Chen Zhao took a can of Coke himself.

At this time, Chen Zhao received a call from Steven.

"Chen, do you have time?"

"What, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just want to have a meal with you."

"Okay, where should I find you?"

"Twenty-third floor of Silver Pine Building."

"I'll be there right away."

Chen Zhao arrived at the 23rd floor of Yinsong Building. When he got out of the elevator, he turned left and saw a restaurant. However, there were two men in black standing at the door of the restaurant, and the restaurant was empty.

Chen Zhao called Steven: "Steven, I'm at the door."

One of the men in black was wearing a headset, and seemed to have received the message. He came forward and asked, "Is this Mr. Chen?"

"Well, I am."

"Please come in, Mr. Steven is waiting for you inside."

When Chen Zhao entered the restaurant, he saw that Steven was the only one in the entire restaurant, sitting at the table by the window.

Chen Zhao stepped forward, and Steven called the waiter: "The food is ready to be served."

"Chen, I accepted the script from PLM about you and your friends."

"Huh? What? You want me to play a role." Chen Zhao said this, but he didn't believe it.

After all, he has yellow skin, and skin color is a very important indicator in the United States, especially in the film industry.

The main roles are almost not played by yellow people, and as far as Chen Zhao knows, the first version of the script has already been released in the copyright he sold, and Chen Zhao has become a minor character in the script.

Of course, Chen Zhao has no objection to this. After all, people buy copyrights to make money.

If you insist on having a protagonist with the same skin color as yourself, and then the movie bombs at the box office, you are harming others and yourself.

"If you really want to star, of course I don't mind." Steven said with a smile.

"Okay, you'd better tell me directly what you want me to do."

"I'd like to borrow your Amon for use while filming."

"This..." Chen Zhao thought, with Amen's lazy character, can he endure the filming of the movie?

Would this be too difficult for him?

"I pay them the highest salary among animal actors in Hollywood."

"Hollywood's CG should be very realistic now, right?"

"Do you know how much one minute of CG production costs? In Hollywood, as long as the time cost and shooting cost are not higher than CG, most films will never use CG. No matter how realistic CG is, it cannot be shot with real objects. Compare," Steven said.

Chen Zhao thought for a while: "What is the specific price?"

"I want to know how far Amon can cooperate." Steven asked.

"As long as you don't let it do things beyond its own capabilities, it's okay. The premise is that I have to be there. If you want Amon to fly up, you should also find a helicopter."

"That is to say, as long as you are present, you can order it to do anything, right?"

"You can say that."

"Then I'll pay you fifteen thousand dollars an hour."

"How long will it take to shoot?"

"It takes about three to four days and about thirty hours of shooting." Steven said, "The specific shooting progress depends on the actual effect."

“Can we still raise the price?”

"Chen...I'm just a director, not an investor." Steven said with a wry smile.

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