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Chapter 983 The Worst CP4 in History

"Okay, okay, I understand, but Brother Mu, those netizens specifically requested to find the screenwriter named 'God gave me 50 billion', you see..." Lin Jiu hesitated for a moment, and his tone was tentative.

Asked Su Mu.

"Then you go find her." Su Mu replied casually: "Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

"..."

Lin Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips after listening to his words, but he still continued to ask without giving up: "Brother, can't you come with me to find her?"

"Xiao Li is about to start school. After I help her prepare all the things she needs for the start of school, and after you find the screenwriter, I will accompany you to find her, okay??" Su Mu straightened up and said

He said lazily towards the phone.

"Okay, Brother Mu, it's settled, I'll go check out the situation first!!" After getting Su Mu's affirmative answer, Lin Jiu immediately hung up the phone without saying anything.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jiu wandered around his room a few times. The best way to find this screenwriter was to ask the crew where she had worked as a screenwriter before to see if they had her specific message address.

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Thinking of this, Lin Jiu immediately took out his mobile phone and looked for someone in his address book who could help him.

After making a phone call one afternoon, Lin Jiu couldn't help but threw the phone onto the sofa.

Damn it!! What age is this, and there are still such weirdos!!

All invitations and work contacts were made by sending letters. She asked other people for her phone number, and the answer was no. Then she asked QQ, but still no, and then WeChat, and still no. Is this screenwriter a caveman?

She actually printed out her scripts and manuscripts at home and then sent them to the other party. Since you, brother, know how to use a printer, can't you apply for QQ?

After Lin Jiu wandered around the room a few times irritably, he finally walked to the sofa, picked up his mobile phone, looked at a mailing address on it, sighed deeply, forget it, he still went

Meet this strange screenwriter.

Her address was in Nanjing, just in a small town on the outskirts. Lin Jiu drove from the city. After about an hour, he finally parked the car in front of a very unique courtyard.

It stands to reason that this should be a place at the junction of urban and rural areas. The houses in the town are indeed the kind of small three-story buildings that were built by oneself. The windows are all equipped with the dark blue glass that was popular in the 1990s, so this is the place in front of you.

The small courtyard with white walls and gray tiles seems very out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Lin Jiu parked the car in a special parking lot on the side of the courtyard and got out of the car.

Walking along the gravel path in front of the courtyard, Lin Jiu discovered that the courtyard was actually a B&B.

The courtyard is very uniquely decorated, with pavilions, rockeries and flowing water. There are also several birdcages hanging on the corridor at the entrance. There are several parrots in emerald green and lake blue, jumping back and forth in the birdcages.

"Is there anyone there??" Lin Jiu looked around and walked towards the small building in the center of the yard. That place seemed to be the main house. There should be a lobby on the first floor of the main house.

I wonder if the screenwriter opened this B&B herself, or if she just lives here.

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