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In the middle of the night, as the party at the Sirektor Hotel ended, Stipunk left the banquet hall with compliments from everyone.

Stipunk, a well-known Hollywood director, has made 40 films since he entered the industry at the age of twenty-five, two of which have exceeded 700 million U.S. dollars at the box office and entered the ranks of the top 100 in Hollywood history. Talented.

This year, he is just forty-five years old, at the peak of his career.

Some time ago, his newly accepted script had just been finalized and handed over to the film crew.

But Stipunk was not satisfied with the script.

Obviously, there are too many meaningless elements in that script. Many settings have lost entertainment in order to highlight the so-called science and logic. This is very unreasonable in a commercial blockbuster pursuing box office. .

After all, the audience came to the theater to pursue an audiovisual feast, not to find any rationality.

It's a pity that this script was brought by someone from the Edwards family, and the other party appointed him to film it.

Although this chaebol is extremely low-key, no one in the industry knows that the other party controls at least one-fifth of Hollywood.

In the face of this level of capital, Stipunk has no room for rejection.

Therefore, without changing the general plot, Stipunk can only work hard on character creation.

The helpless Stipunk finally decided to make the villains extremely powerful, and in order to highlight the mystery, he did not even explain who these villains were at the end, but gave an open ending——

Did the protagonist finally hand over the drugs to the board of directors?Has he succeeded or failed?

Nobody knows.

Obviously, this kind of shooting is extremely bold, and it will be sprayed worthless by major rating websites, but if it succeeds, there is some hope of counterattack.

Now, I only hope that the movie will have a box office of more than 200 million after it is released.

Stipunk secretly prayed that if it was less than 200 million, the Edwards family would lose money. Not only would his future be worrying, but the golden sign of his name would be greatly reduced.

However, these worries can only be installed in the heart. On the surface, Stipunk still maintains a high level of self-confidence. With the end of the party, Stipunk left the Silk Road in the midst of the stars.

After finding his car in the parking lot, Stipunk slightly estimated that he only drank two cans of beer and two hours had passed. At this time, the blood alcohol index should not exceed 0.05.

When the BAC index is less than 0.05, driving in North America is not illegal.

After all, he is only forty-five years old, and he still has a lot of time to struggle and live. Stipunk doesn't want to ruin his good life with a little alcohol.

After confirming that his state would not affect his driving, Stipunk cautiously got into the car, but before he could start, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill from behind him.

It's like someone is sitting on the seat behind him...

Stipunk turned his head subconsciously, but found that he was empty behind him, and no one was in his back seat.

An illusion?

Stipunk frowned, and it seemed that he would better drink less in the future.

As the car started slowly, the illusion of someone in the back seat was still hovering. As a last resort, Stypunk had to car stereo, and suddenly a piece of punk rock music from the 1980s came out.

Stipunk hummed to the music and drove towards the house.

When the car drove out of the city and came to an off-travel suburban area, Stipunk suddenly felt a chill again. He couldn't help looking into the rearview mirror, but suddenly his whole body trembled!

I don't know when, a stranger sat in his back seat and stared straight at him like this!

Crunch!

Stipunk subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and the whole car made a violent tire rubbing sound and stopped in the middle of the highway!

Hallucinations caused by drinking too much wine?still is……

Stipunk clenched the steering wheel, the cold sweat on his forehead rustling down, he suppressed the fear in his heart, and slowly turned to look at the back seat...

"Mr. Stipunk, it's me."

However, before he could confirm whether all this was an illusion, the person in the back seat suddenly spoke.

The man had a unique accent from Zhongzhou, "Our boss wants to see you."

"Mr. Cheng, Cheng Chao?"

Up to this point, Stipunk finally realized that the man in the back seat turned out to be the producer of the calling card!

"Mr. Cheng Chao, why are you in my car?"

Stipunk looked wary, but before he pressed the alarm button, his neck suddenly numb, and the other party seemed to have injected himself with something!

Stipunk's heart sank, and he just wanted to resist, but suddenly a sleepiness came like a flash flood, and he didn't even have time to press the alarm and completely lost consciousness.

...

Los Angeles suburbs.Inside a dimly abandoned warehouse.

Chen Chen sat in the warehouse, playing with a pendant on his neck, and it didn't take long before he saw a strange car stop outside the warehouse.

The door opened and Cheng Chao strode in, and he carried a comatose man on his shoulder.

"Boss, this is Mr. Stipunk, the director of our film."

Cheng Chao put the man on a seat, then scooped out a basin of water and poured it directly on the man's forehead.

Affected by this stimulus, the unconscious man couldn't help but slapped a spirit, and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the other party awakening, Cheng Chao turned and walked out of the warehouse, guarding the outside, preventing anyone from approaching here.

Chen Chen stared at each other silently. He had seen this person several times on the Internet. He was well-known, and he was considered to be a close first-line director in Hollywood.

At this time, as he woke up, Stipunk's eyes gradually returned to focus. He first looked around, then showed a dazed look.

"Who are you...? Where am I?"

"Mr. Stipunk, I'm sorry to meet you in this format. I will introduce myself."

Chen Chen spoke lightly, with a unique hoarse voice, "My name is Chen Chen. I am the owner of a company and an investor in this movie you made."

"Investor?" Stipunk wanted to stand up, but he felt weak. He had to hold his head and whispered, "What do you want? I have finished filming the movie according to your requirements. My body what happened……"

"Mr. Stipunk, we are not malicious, you are only under the influence of a little tranquilizer, and this situation will recover within a few hours."

With that, Chen Chen walked out of the shadow of the warehouse, walked to the dilapidated desk and gently pressed a button.

Suddenly, a burst of ethereal music flowed.

Through the dim light, Stipunk saw that a tape recorder and a box of cigarettes were placed on the table.

"Do you smoke, Mr. Stipunk?"

Chen Chen took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed one to Stipunk. Stipunk originally wanted to refuse, but was afraid that the other party would get angry, so he had to take it.

Chen Chen lit his cigarette first, and then stretched out the lighter in front of Stipunk.

"Mr. Stipunk, please look here..."

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of roller rubbing flint, a brilliant flame rose slowly.

In the ethereal music, Stipunk only felt that the other party seemed to blow a puff of smoke on his face.

"Mr. Stipunk, I count to one and you will return to the day the movie was made..."

It seemed that someone was saying something in his ears, but Stipunk could no longer hear him at this time. His eyes were lost again. It seemed that there was only one brilliant flame left in the whole world...