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　　 Late at 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 only 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 front of this level of capital, Stipunk has no room for rejection.

　　 So, without changing the general plot, Stipunk can only work **** the character creation.

　　 Stipunk, who was forced to have no choice, 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——

　　 Has the protagonist finally handed over the drugs to the board of directors? Did he succeed or fail?

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 this movie will have a box office of more than 200 million after it is released.

　　Stypunk 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.

　　 But these worries can only be carried in the heart. On the surface, Stipunk still maintains a high level of confidence. With the end of the party, Stipunk left the Sirektor Hotel 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.

　　 It is not illegal to drive in North America when the BAC index is less than 0.05.

　　 After all, I’m only forty-five years old, and I still have a lot of time to fight 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 coldness behind him.

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

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

　　 illusion?

　　Stepunk 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 have a car stereo. Suddenly, a piece of punk rock music from the 1980s came out.

　　 Stypunk hummed to the music and drove towards the house.

　　Until 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 he suddenly trembled!

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

　　 crunch!

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

　　 The hallucinations caused by drinking too much wine? still is……

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

　　 "Mr. Stipunk, it's me."

　　 But 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 Nakasu, "Our boss wants to see you."

　　 "Mr. Cheng, Cheng Chao?"

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

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

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

　　Stepunk's heart sank, and he just wanted to resist, but suddenly a sleepiness came like a flash flood. 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 car 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 hit a violent spirit, and slowly opened his eyes.

　　 Seeing the other party wake up, Cheng Chao turned around 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 regarded as a Hollywood director close to the front line.

　　 At this time, as he woke up, Stipunk's eyes gradually returned to focus. First he 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 I am also an investor in this movie you made ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ investor?" Ke wanted to stand up, but he felt weak. He had to hold his head and whispered, "What do you want, I have finished the movie according to your requirements, what's wrong with my body..."

　　 "Mr. Stipunk, we are not malicious. You are only under the influence of a tranquilizer. This situation will recover within a few hours."

　　 Talking, Chen Chen walked out of the shadow of the warehouse, walked to the shabby desk and gently pressed a button.

　　 Suddenly, a burst of ethereal music flowed.

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

　　 "Do you smoke, Mr. Stipunk?"

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

　　 Chen Chen first lit the cigarette by himself, and then stretched 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, if I count to one, you will go back to the day the movie was made..."

　　 It seems that someone is saying something in his ear, but Stipunk can no longer hear him at this time, his eyes are lost again, it seems that the whole world, there is only that brilliant flame...