Feng Su sat down with fear and trembling.
On her left was the world's leading actor and on her right was an international director, so it seemed like a waste of an opportunity not to take a picture and send it to her friends.
She has not yet thought of how to greet, Liu Jinsheng has already familiarly poured her a glass of whiskey: "Come on, taste it."
The amber-coloured liquor flowed into the glass, reflecting a jewel-like luster.
Feng Su was confused and thanked her.
She put her hand towards the glass, but the glass was snatched away by Li Si with a whoosh, "Drinking after just waking up? Be careful of becoming an alcoholic."
Liu Jinsheng choked on his words, staring at the glass in his hand, suddenly it was a little hard to get off his mouth.
It ... is only strange.
He drank it down in a single bashful gulp and poured himself another large glass full.
Feng Su beamed, hopelessly drinking milk in small sips. At this time, Li Si also finished frying the last dish. Serving the dishes on the table, he sat down opposite Director Tian: "Let's get down to business."
Director Tian's expression was serious for a few minutes.
When it came to professional matters, this old man would always remain strict.
"The director is me, and the male lead is Jin Sheng. The budget is sixty million out, barely enough. And with the momentum of The Great Thief Gunshot, we can advertise to the fans that this is the original cast of The Great Thief and build up momentum for the new film."
Director Tian spoke in a logical manner, except for one point that Li Si disagreed with.
"The male lead will be played by me." Li Si took a bite of his food.
If an ordinary actor was sitting here today, he would have burst into a rage.
Because this was not the attitude of begging someone to take part in a film.
But Liu Jinsheng was different, he pondered for a few seconds, then said, "I want to read the script first."
There was a so-called fit between the actor and the character.
The higher the fit, the better the final presentation in the film.
Liu Jinsheng cared more about making the work perfect than getting an important role.
Li Si nodded slightly, seeming to have a plan in mind, "Mei, bring the pen and paper."
Mei jumped off the stool and went to the house to get Li Si a paper and pen.
Liu Jinsheng and Director Tian froze and looked at him.
"Could this script be ...," Director Tian rubbed his temples vigorously, praying that he wouldn't let that damn premonition come true.
"That's right, it's none other than me." Li Si was proud.
Liu Jinsheng quietly put down the bottle of wine and tried to escape from the kitchen with a cat's back.
Seeing the situation, Li Si made a tiger jump and grabbed his ankles, "Brother Liu! You promised me!"
Liu Jinsheng sweated, "Brother Li, it's not that I won't help you. It's really that the water here is too deep, I can't grasp it."
While the two were pulling and tugging, Director Tian didn't move as he stood up and moved against the wall.
Just as he was about to leave the kitchen, he heard a crisp voice: "Huh? Uncle Tian is leaving here?"
Tian Guan looked down.
Only to see Mei standing there, clutching a pen and paper, her eyes innocent.
"Brother said that Uncle Tian will make super-excellent looking films and I can appear in them. Is that true?"
The little girl's eyes shone brightly, and her voice was so compassionate as she spoke.
Director Tian instantly felt that he had received 10,000 points of bludgeoning damage, and if he took a step out of this door, he would become a sinner for breaking the little girl's heart.
He sat back with a grey simplicity.
"No matter what, this is too much bullshit. The youngest senior screenwriter in the industry is also more than twenty years older than you."
Director Tian said, "Listen to my advice, let's not be over-ambitious, and look for that white bearded guy before, right? I see that you two are quite compatible."
Li Si temporarily stopped stalking and sighed:
"I'm afraid I can't. That bearded man has been seeing a psychiatrist lately, and when I asked him if he wanted to go out for a break together, he pulled my number instead."
Director Tian's head was full of question marks.
At this moment, Liu Jinsheng got out from under Li Si and shouted, "You're not even twenty years old, you didn't even finish university, right? Still writing scripts, if this is a good script I will ..."
Feng Su weakly raised his hand, "My family Li Si is a graduate of Chang'an University."
Liu Jinsheng's expression stagnated.
He stiffened and turned back, "You? Chang'an University?"
Li Si nodded.
"Majoring in theatre studies and literary criticism." Feng Su whispered, and added another stab.
"Cough, cough, cough..." director Tian and Liu Jinsheng coughed violently at the same time, and after coughing, the two of them looked at each other.
Liu Jinsheng squirmed and sat back at the table, "That, that or look."
Chang'an University, majoring in theatre and literature.
With this degree, the status within the entertainment industry was roughly equivalent to a Thai royal family, a Korean plutocrat, and a Middle Eastern oil man.
Seeing the two of them finally relent, Li Si spread out his pen and paper. But before he could write a single word, he was stopped by a crying Liu Jinsheng.
"Just simply say it, it's up to us to judge whether it's a good script or not."
That was fine, after all, the story was in his head, and Li Si was merely retelling it.
So he organised his thoughts and then said:
"Next, I'd like to tell of a ruse, an elaborate bank robbery. Let me make it clear at the outset that it has nothing to do with any real-life events ..."
...
The man ran through the rain, the overwhelming curtain of rain drenching him.
To onlookers he looked like a madman, but the man knew what he was doing.
He was chasing the cigarette that had fallen into the water.
The ground was covered with sewage, but the cigarette was stubbornly heading in the same direction.
Until the cigarette swirls and is washed by the water into the sewer, the man looks up and the bright sign of the Bank of Rio, Brazil is now above his head.
Sewer.
The bank.
As if lightning had struck his head, the man's whole body shook with excitement.
"I'm going to be a millionaire." He muttered.
...
"Mark here, yes, that's the way we'll work out the distance from the manhole cover to the bank."
The men gathered round, and in the very centre was a piece of draft paper. A crude triangle was drawn on that paper, as if it were a child's doodle.
But all of them had fiery eyes.
"Okay, maths time." Their planner clapped his hands.
"When the distance between the ground and the manhole cover is known, and the distance from the cover to the bank is known. Now, what do we get?"
"That's right, just simple trigonometry." He grinned.
"A tunnel that goes straight to the bank, which is the hypotenuse in a triangle."
...
"You can't judge me."
In the jail, the man turned his back on the police.
"There's an inexhaustible amount of money stored in the vaults of the Bank of Rio, and there always will be. But in the meantime, someone will always starve to death tonight."
His voice is quiet: "The moment I opened the vault, I knew that our sins were nothing compared to theirs."
...
The story wasn't very long, Li Si only took fifteen minutes to tell it.
Liu Jinsheng put down his pen, the pen and paper had been temporarily commandeered by him, and there was dense information recorded on it. He stared at the small print and read it again and again, finally clapping his hands in conviction.
"I'm in." Liu Jinsheng said dryly.
Director Tian, on the other hand, pondered for a long time and softly whistled out a breath.
"What's the name of the film?"
After a pause, Li Si picked up a pen and left a few large, floating letters on the paper.
"The Heist of the Century."