Immersive Script Experience Master

This voice is...

"Did something happen?"

There was no response on the phone for a long time, and Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help thinking about the worst.

"Tsk, talk."

"No." Kamiya Mingichi replied incomparably well-behaved.

After he answered, the other end of the phone smacked his tongue, and Nakahara Chuya whispered quickly: "As expected, you have forgotten the meaning of this call. Mr. Kamiya."

The phone number that was sent along with the bank card was not given casually. This phone number was given to Shen Gu Mingyi for emergency help.

Zhong Yuanzhong is not always by the phone, especially when he is on a mission, occasionally he even gives people the illusion of losing contact, and this number is no matter what the situation, as long as he hears the ringtone, he will definitely answer it. emergency contact information.

The meaning of making this call is - I am in danger, come and save me.

However, because he hadn't used it for too long, he almost thought that this number would never be dialed, which resulted in him not being able to receive the other party's call in time.

Nakahara Chuya's heart skipped a beat when he saw the missed call on this phone.

His first reaction was not that his favorite screenwriting teacher finally thought of contacting him, but that the other party was in a life-threatening situation.Especially when the phone was hung up several times, Nakahara Chuya's expression became more and more cold, and he showed a chilling side as a port mafia cadre.

But now it seems that the screenwriting teacher probably just doesn't remember the purpose of this phone call.

Nakahara Chuya heaved a sigh of relief without realizing it.

"What's the matter with me?"

Kamiya Ming, who was going to casually ask the patron's father to see if he could change the gender of the counselor, changed his mind in an instant. He held the phone in his hands and complained openly: "The TV station that took over the Edo script threatened me. .”

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "What?"

"It's the TV station that asked me to make an appointment for the script of the Dahe drama. They said that if I can't persuade you to agree to change the gender of the counselor, they will never ask me for a script again."

The voice on the phone was pitiful: "What should I do?"

"That's why you called me today?" A cold light flashed in Zhongya Zhongya's eyes.

"Hey, is it true that I won't be able to receive a single script in the future?"

"They don't have such great ability yet."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, facing the port mafia, those people are not qualified.

"Also, Mr. Kamiya," he raised his eyebrows, "Which time didn't you sell your script to me?"

Anyway, just write it, don't you worry about not being able to sell it?

Shen Guming slapped haha, refused to answer directly, but wondered if he had been found out by telling him to take advantage of him in his heart.

"So now I understand, I'm the only one who won't interfere with your creation," Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the time after leaving such a plausible sentence, "It should be late at night with you, there is no need to worry about this , I'll take care of it. Go to sleep, good night."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Guming rubbed his numb ears, and seriously thought about whether the sponsor's father expressed his dissatisfaction with selling his script to the TV station this time, although the script itself was customized by the TV station, right? .

Early the next morning, Mingyi Shengu received a call from Master Dongtang, who expressed shock on the phone.

"The TV station called and asked me to convey their apologies. You should not change your work casually!"

Even through the phone, you can hear Master Dongtang's cheerfulness, "You don't know, those laymen use a little money to change other people's scripts at will, and some people even change the signature. This time It can be regarded as deflated!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his volume again, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mingichi, if I knew this was the case, I wouldn't have accepted their invitation back then."

Kamiya Mingichi himself didn't feel much. He also knew that Master Dongtang wanted to brush up his resume before accepting the TV station's invitation. This TV station still has a lot of weight in the industry.

So the change of tone so quickly was really due to the phone call last night?

He comforted Master Dongtang, and in the afternoon, when he went out, he found a man curled up on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Uh, may I ask who you are?"

The person whose face was swollen from the beating raised his head and saw tears in his eyes, and reached out to grab his trousers: "Mr. Shengu, I'm sorry, Mr. Shengu. I shouldn't threaten you. I won't dare again!" , please let me go!"

He was crying with snot and tears, and his voice was indistinct. Shen Gu Mingyi managed to distinguish his meaning from his words, and then he was surprised to find that this person was in charge of communicating with him about the sex of the counselor yesterday. that person.

Kamiya Mingichi's expression suddenly became indescribable.

The style of the gold master's father... is too rough.

The person in charge of the house surrounded by the port mafia in the middle of the night knelt down and cried bitterly. What gave him, and the courage of his TV station to challenge the mafia cadres?

He regretted being crushed on the ground, isn't it just the gender of a character?If the boss likes men, let him be men, why on earth do they have to change their gender!

The TV executives who were also picked up from the bed for "heart-to-heart talks" couldn't agree more. They almost thought they were going to be sunk into Yokohama Port.

After all, it's the port mafia, and they don't care if they have a few more lives in their hands.

There were still a few people in black standing at the entrance of the alley. They seemed to want Shen Guming to hear the person in charge's apology, but they didn't care whether he forgave him or not, because after the person in charge finished apologizing, a few people in black came over, their hands and feet Quickly dragged the person down.

The person in charge of the whole process didn't make any more noise. The professionalism of these men in black can be said to be quite excellent.

Shen Guming hesitated to speak and looked at the man in black standing in front of him who bowed respectfully, "He...?"

"I won't bother you anymore." With these words and the ferocious face of the strong man in black, Shen Guming's first reaction was that they were going to kill people and bury their bodies.

He tactfully probed: "Where are you taking him?"

"Send it home." The man in black took it for granted.

It turned out that it was just sent home, Shen Guming heaved a sigh of relief, this matter is not to the extent of killing people.

He thought of one thing, no wonder the people in the TV station are so afraid of this patron. Now it seems that this style... is really not easy to mess with.

Yesterday it was said that it would be resolved, but today it was actually resolved.

Heck, it's really reliable.

As soon as Shen Guming left, the members of the port mafia who had never dared to look at him before only vaguely glanced at his back.

"Are we really sending people home?" A person asked with a strange expression.

In fact, they also planned to send him home at the beginning, um, send him back to his hometown directly.

But Mr. Zhongyuan told him not to scare this weak screenwriter. After seeing his expression, the members of Hong Kong gangsters changed their words temporarily.

All the mafias in the port know that this is Mr. Zhong Yuan's favorite screenwriter. In fact, many people are chasing this screenwriter's screenplay in private.

The protagonists of each of his plays have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Send, since you said it, then send the person back."

Compared with the dead potion a few days ago, the future agency has been busier than before. Ministers are constantly being sent to all parts of the country, and they don't know what they are doing.

Yokohama has been secretly not peaceful recently.

It wasn't the mafia-related thing like in the past, but it felt like a storm was coming. There seemed to be a lot more voices in the dark, and there were more small movements in the dark.

The underground intelligence organization known as the Rat has a guest from outside Yokohama.

Wearing a neat and bright white uniform and elegant glasses, he has an aura of a scholar.

Such people are not like people who would have anything to do with mice. They seem to be born to walk in the sun and have nothing to do with darkness.

But they are indeed the group of people hiding in the deepest darkness.

They are more mice than "rats", but they are unconscious.

Fyodor looked at the "scholar" sitting across from him with great interest, "So I just want some basic information about Yokohama? Organization, powerful supernatural beings, or supernatural secret service?"

"I just want to know who's going to be in the way."

White uniform said so.

Obstruction, what obstacle?

No matter what the obstacle is, Fyodor just needs to know that they are going to do something big in Yokohama. What the other party wants to know is all the existences that may become obstacles.

"No, for you."

After Fyodor finished speaking, the other party nodded without any doubt, and stood up directly to leave.

He would not misinterpret this as trust in him, perhaps it would be better to call it self-confidence.

Before the figure in the white uniform disappeared, Fyodor said, "May I ask, what do you want to do to this city?"

"Things that can lead humanity into a new and hopeful future."

The white uniform stated his purpose calmly and unabashedly.

Fyodor opened his eyes slightly.

The only one who would say such a thing is probably a lunatic.And those who will practice it are the lunatics among the lunatics.

Interesting, would love to meet the craziest lunatic ever.

The smile on his lips deepened.

"Say hello to the doctor for me."