"I've finished writing the script a long time ago, I just have to print it out." The screenwriter picked up his pipe and took a puff, and sneered:
"Instead of questioning me, you should ask this guy what he is doing - he actually asked me to rewrite the ending according to his ideas.
"Hmph, a teenager dares to teach me how to do things. If a person doesn't know how to respect his predecessors, then he will have difficulty in society. I teach him a lesson for his dead father. Do you have any opinion?"
Yi Donghui ran over to help her brother. When she heard this, her eyes were red with anger: "You are not our father, and you are not worthy to teach your brother a lesson for him! You are far worse than my father, you... can't even teach him
It’s not even worthy of carrying shoes!”
"Tsk, little thing, where did you learn bad words?" The screenwriter cursed and raised his hand to play Ito Megumi until his brain collapsed.
However, as soon as he bent down, there was suddenly a "clang--" sound of something popping open in front of him.
The slinging stick in Ito Megumi's hand suddenly unfolded, and the tip shot out, hitting the screenwriter's nose with a bang at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
The fragile bridge of the nose was hit squarely. The screenwriter screamed and covered his face. He leaned back and fell to the ground with a string of nosebleeds.
Yi Donghui looked at the big man who fell to the ground in shock, and then looked at the magic stick that could telescope in his hand: "..." What brother Jiang Xia gave me is so useful!
Jiang Xia took his old partner from her hand and pretended to repair it: "Why did it pop open without permission? It looks a bit old. I'll go find the doctor to repair it later."
"Bastard..." The screenwriter wiped his nosebleed and stood up, looking like he wanted to kick Jiang Xia to vent his anger. But when his eyes fell on the swinging stick, he hesitated and stopped.
——Who is a serious person who would carry a stick with him?
Could this kid be the little gangster Ito met after coming to Tokyo? Huh, a bunch of little gangsters with no hair on their head. Only a calm adult wouldn't care about them.
The screenwriter turned around and did not go to the door to look for trouble. Instead, he went back into the room, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose. He tried his best to maintain the dignity of an adult:
"In short, you'd better figure out who is the real backbone of this little broken troupe - there are a lot of actors who can do somersaults and sing, but without renovating the script, it is impossible for you to deceive the audience's money.
A good script is the foundation of everything!”
After saying that, the screenwriter wanted to take a puff of cigarette like a successful person who has seen through the vicissitudes of life, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
However, the fall just now knocked out the few tobacco in his pipe. The tobacco tasted tasteless when smoked.
The screenwriter clicked his tongue and glanced at the crowd. He wanted to instruct the young captain who had no vision to buy him cigarettes, but when he saw the gangster classmate next to Ito Tamanosuke, the screenwriter finally looked away.
.
Finally, the screenwriter looked at the oldest actor: "Tajima, go buy me a pack of tobacco and come back - you know, I'm very busy and don't have time to go out and wander around. Unlike you, you are very tired after you hurt your waist."
Work less and rest every day.”
Kenzo Tajima couldn't help but clenched his fist when he poked a painful spot.
The two younger actors' faces darkened when they heard their master being mocked in this way.
There was a murderous aura inside and outside the room. Although it was not a high-end variety, it still made the surrounding air quickly become fresher.
…
But in the end, everyone's anger and murderous intent did not break out.
After all, there are many people here, and it is obviously not the first time that the screenwriter has shown this attitude. Others are somewhat used to it.
After surviving the most furious seconds, the old actor finally fell silent, took his coat, and went out to buy him cigarettes.
Things looked like they were coming to an end.
But the more I thought about it, the angrier she became. She grabbed the stick that Jiang Xia had just put away and pointed at the screenwriter: "You have to pay for what you have done!"
"..." Jiang Xia touched her head and took back the stick, "Don't be impulsive. Your dream in the future is to become a detective. You must learn to convince people with reason."
With his gentle voice in her ear, Ito Hui's anger subsided a little unconsciously, and she nodded subconsciously.
After clicking, I was suddenly stunned: "..." My future dream is to become a detective? How come I didn't know.
Several other high school students who were familiar with Jiang Xia watched this scene silently: "..." Fortunately, the police and the media were more disciplined and never spread the specific details of Jiang Xia's "convincing people with reason", otherwise the child's detective dream would not be possible.
It's about to be destroyed.
Next to him, Ito Tamanosuke, who was lying on the ground uncomfortably, was also stunned for a moment: Isn’t my sister’s dream to promote the theater troupe? Why did she change it to become a detective?
However, after looking at Jiang Xia and then at his younger sister, Ito Tamanosuke felt that he understood: As a child, you can come up with whatever you want, and you can join whatever profession you want to be handsome in.
Maybe when Jiang Xia leaves, she will return to her previous dreams.
"Hiss." The dull pain in his chest brought back his wandering thoughts. Ito Tamanosuke shook his head and stopped thinking about these messy things.
He reluctantly got up, looked at the screenwriter, and said persistently: "You really can't modify it as I said?"
The screenwriter laughed and meant something: "Facts are facts, and drama is drama. They cannot be confused - I only write the script I want to write. If you want to change it, please hire someone else."
Ito Tamanosuke was silent for a long time and sighed: "I understand, then let's follow your script. When you are free, please print out the polished script and I will distribute it to everyone... I will go back first
take a break."
He looked depressed and walked away clutching his stomach.
Ito Hui rushed over to help him, and the brother and sister returned to the leader's room. The other people in the troupe also dispersed and started busy with their work.
Conan didn't go far. He saw Ito Tamanosuke in pain and was a little angry: "No matter how there is a conflict of opinion, you can't hit someone. What's going on with this crew? And the script..."
Although both the screenwriter and Tamanosuke Ito are a bit of a Riddler, now, after listening to so many conversations, Conan finally understood the general situation.
"It seems that Tamanosuke Ito wants to change the script, but the screenwriter doesn't agree." He couldn't help but analyze it to Jiang Xia in a low voice, "'Facts are facts, drama is drama.' Could it be that before and after the revision, there was a script based on something
It was adapted and the other party wanted to modify it into a story?”
Before Jiang Xia spoke, Kinoshita Yoko was already holding the camera and nodded with lingering fear: "Maybe there are some 'tragedies from a year ago', 'tragedies from three years ago', and 'tragedies from ten years ago' hidden behind this story.
Hidden secrets of the species.”
Jiang Xia: "..."
...It always feels like this star is getting closer to the truth behind the world.
