The director recalled Chen Zi’s tricky maneuvers and couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head: "It’s just because this path is so hard to break out on. Once you get slandered, it’s hard to make a comeback, let alone hit it big, but Chen Zi did it. He made Shang Yang popular."
"How exactly did he do it?" the screenwriter urged, "Stop keeping us in suspense!"
Yang Lusi muttered, "No wonder people say your films are slow-paced, get to the point already!!!"
"Slow-paced? What do they know? Those fast-food style films, with intense conflict in three minutes, and the content extremely exciting but sloppy afterward. What kind of critiques are those! I like to throw a brick to attract jade, step by step, getting more engrossing, making people more excited! I’m not someone who starts strong and ends weak; I’m all about starting strong and ending even stronger! I love a surprise ending the best! Anyway, enough nonsense with you, even if you could understand, you’d be a director by now!"
"Yeah, yeah, I don’t get it! Stop changing the subject and just say how did Chen Zi make Shang Yang so popular?"
A bunch of screenwriters fiddled with their phones and suddenly exclaimed: "Someone poisoned him, made him mute! Was it a former team member who released the photos and exposed the dark past? And they got taken away by the police for investigation!"
"Really?" Yang Lusi leaned over.
The two women huddled together to look at the old news on the phone.
The director leisurely made coffee. As the aroma of the coffee spread, the two women also finished reading all of Shang Yang’s old news.
The screenwriter sighed: "Unexpectedly, it’s quite inspirational. Even after being made mute, he wouldn’t give up on music, was willing to work behind the scenes. The lyrics of ’Buried’ expressed his despair at that time, but ’Undercurrent’ is considered a series of songs, created with a mindset of rebirth, sung with a raspy voice, creating a sense of brokenness, truly amazing."
Yang Lusi’s eyes welled up with tears, somewhat moved: "A withered flower buried, thought it was eternal death, no hope, ’Undercurrent’ came out, spring the next year, driving away all undercurrents, all rumors, rebirth! Just like his life, misunderstood as a delinquent in his youth, blackened, buried, seemingly hopeless, but never gave up, the following year, he still bloomed the brightest flowers!"
He twitched his mouth.
Are these two women not in the entertainment industry? How are they living like outsiders, taking such superficial articles seriously?
The director cleared his throat and handed the two of them two cups of coffee.
This time, he carefully selected two cups, treasures he picked up from an exhibition.
Yet, they were unmercifully roasted by the two women: "Too ugly, right?"
The director looked at the two cups and decided to tell them the price of the cups.
"500M gold." The director pointed to the gray cup, the lip pure silver, with an antiqued feel, very heavy retro style.
The screenwriter looked at the dirty, seemingly unwashed cup, then at the director, and blurted out three words: "Big sucker!"
The director was furious: "Retro style, don’t you understand art? Even if you don’t understand art, don’t you think it’s heavy? It’s pure silver inside, silver can purify water, and has high value! It’s a collectible worth collecting! It will appreciate in value!"
The screenwriter calmly put down the cup and sighed: "Drinking coffee from silver, aren’t you afraid of it corroding, oxidizing and turning black? Are you sure it won’t just become more and more worn, unsuitable for drinking? Appreciate in value? Who would buy it? Only an idiot, right?"
"Are you calling me an idiot?"
"I’m calling your buyer an idiot."
The director snorted and looked at the cup in Yang Lusi’s hand.
The cup had a blue base color, with bulging bubbles around the lip, the exterior looked very pretty.
"Xiao Yang, guess how much the cup in your hand costs?"
Yang Lusi looked at the cup in her hand and mumbled: "Thirty tops, I saw similar ones online, with more realistic bubbles, this one looks a bit fake."
"Ignorant! This is the original! Those online are all knock-offs! This one is 1000M gold!" The director was about to lose it, about to explode!
When did knock-offs become more appealing than the original? Creators can’t even make a living, all because of these counterfeits! Shameless piracy!
Yang Lusi and the screenwriter exchanged a glance, a message of consensus in their eyes: the director is just a big fool!