When Fran saw that Ye Haoran had broken the killer's neck directly in front of him, he was so frightened that he suddenly shouted, "You... you... what do you want, what do you want." Nervous, Fran's stool fell to the ground. He suddenly sat down on the ground and looked at Ye Haoran in horror. After all, Fran was just an ordinary person. For this kind of fighting and killing scene , he still saw too little.
Ye Haoran shrugged, "Director Fran, your performance is so bad. Where is the courage you had when you hired the killer? Let me tell you, if I don't kill him now, then this garbage killer will not let go." It's your fault. I broke his tendons. He lost the ability to continue to be a killer. He will inevitably be like a fly, hovering around you all day long, blackmailing you, threatening you, snatching your woman, and raping you. The actress becomes your nightmare. When you really can't stand her, you will find another killer to help you get rid of this Y Du Asan. At that time, Director Fran, you will find that your Life is a mess and you will never have a chance to live an ordinary life again."
Fran sat on the ground, breathing heavily and staring at Ye Haoran.
"Think carefully about what I said. This thing tells you that if you want to hire a killer in the future, you must hire a smart and professional one. No matter how much money you spend, at least those killers can get things done, and even if they fail, I won’t pester you anymore, oh, these killers are traded through online platforms and will not expose your information, so it will be much safer." Ye Haoran said, then turned and walked down.
"Hey, hey." Fran's legs were shaking with fear, "Ye Haoran, damn it, you... please get him away, please get him away quickly."
Ye Haoran had already reached the stairs and said loudly: "You handle it yourself. I'm not your subordinate. Oh, remember to hire a professional next time, although the professional ones are more expensive."
"I don't have any money, how can I hire a professional?" Fran cried and shouted.
"Then you'll make money once you make this film." After Ye Haoran finished speaking, he had already arrived in the lobby and walked directly out the door.
"Come back, oh, damn, he still has his eyes open." Fran was so frightened that he kept vomiting.
Ye Haoran ignored it, walked to the door, smiled at Fran's old mother, and then walked out.
Fran's old mother opened her mouth and muttered: "Young man, remember to change your shoes next time you come in. Do you know that you soiled the floor of my house worth two hundred thousand dollars?"
Ye Haoran laughed, got in the car and left.
Fran kept vomiting in the study. The extreme fear made him feel like he was having a nightmare. He hoped to wake up from this nightmare quickly, but he couldn't. The pain in front of him reminded him that all this was real. .
"Fran, Fran."
The old mother downstairs was shouting loudly. She walked up and kept mumbling: "Damn it, Fran, what are you doing? Why is there a disgusting smell? It's because I am old. Is your nose not sensitive? Or did you poop in the room? Damn it, Fran, Fran, what are you doing?" The old woman muttered as she walked upstairs.
Hearing the sound of going upstairs, Fran suddenly became nervous. He was not a good person. He had secretly met dozens of actresses, including many first-line actresses, but he was not very bad. At least, he was very filial. When he heard his mother's footsteps, he jumped up. He didn't want his mother to be frightened with him.
"Bang", Fran immediately locked the door of his study room, coughed twice, and said: "Mom, it's okay, I accidentally spilled the milk just now, and the milk poured into my shoes, and then it smelled fishy. , I will handle it myself, don’t come in, I have some personal matters in the room now."
"You can't let me see any private matters." The old woman had already walked to the study door and knocked hard on the door. "Damn it, Fran, what are you doing in the room? Are you masturbating? Fran, you are already in your late teens." You are ten years old, why are you still doing it yourself like a ten-year-old child? You should go out and find a wife, even a bitch."
"Mom, Mom, please stop talking and go away quickly. I can handle it myself." Fran said loudly and depressedly.
After taking away his mother, Fran hid the killer's body under the bed with a strong sense of fear. He was still worried. He decided to wait until night and bury the body in the garden. No, he should bury it now. Well, what should I do? Suitcase, yes, suitcase, damn, my big suitcase is here.
Fran was busy working in the study. He stuffed the killer's body into the suitcase, then dragged the heavy body out of the back door and into the garden. He took a shovel and quickly shoveled out a big hole. After burying the suitcase in the soil, Fran was still worried and planted another tree in this location.
After returning to the study, cleaning the room, and finishing all this, Fran felt like he was exhausted. He felt that his soul was floating and spreading out. At that moment, inspiration exploded like a bang. It is like a ray of light, pouring out without stopping for a moment.
Fran was stunned, and then he quickly opened the computer, and his fingers were typing on the keyboard as if flying. He suddenly had an excellent inspiration. He wanted to make this inspiration into a movie. He wanted to use all the ideas in his mind to make a movie. The pictures were all taken.
Click, click, click... Fran spent three hours typing on the computer. When he woke up, rubbed his eyes and looked at the words he had written before, he smiled and jumped up and down like a child. Jumping again, picking up the phone, Fran dialed the screenwriter's number and said loudly: "Hey, screenwriter, come to my house as soon as possible. I need you to revise the script."
"No, director, it's already nine o'clock in the evening, and the script has been revised three times. Why do we need to revise it again? I think it's pretty good now." The gold medal screenwriter on the other side of the phone was muttering and complaining.
"Stop talking nonsense and come here quickly. I know the script is very good, but I have a better idea. You must know the script of "This Killer Is Not Too Cold". I had the same inspiration just now. A specially written script by Liu Yiyi, a Chinese girl who was helpless and in debt came to Los Angeles to work hard and met an unscrupulous boss and a lustful director. However, a tenant she kindly took in was actually a A retired mercenary, this tenant secretly helped the Chinese girl to survive the difficulties, and finally helped the Chinese girl to become a new generation of movie queen. The general idea is this, the story of the hero and the beauty, all the scenes and characters in the movie, I I've already thought about it, hurry up and get over here, speed."
Fran seemed to be going crazy and spoke his thoughts quickly. The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He intuitively felt that this movie was going to be a hit. It was going to be so popular that not only Liu Yiyi was going to be famous, but he himself was going to be famous. , it is very likely that with the help of this film, he will join the ranks of world-class directors.
After listening to Director Fran's words, the screenwriter became more energetic and said: "It sounds very good. Hey, Director Fran, how did you come up with the idea? Just wait, I will come to your house right away, and we will perfect the script immediately..." …”
Putting down the phone, Fran clenched his fists excitedly, knowing that he would definitely become popular.
Ye Haoran didn't expect that his move would scare Fran's inspiration. One of Ye Haoran's actions was to warn Fran not to play tricks, and the other was to really help Fran. Of course, now this At this time, helping Fran is helping Liu Yiyi, and the two of them already have a symbiotic relationship.
When she got home, Liu Yiyi was sitting on the sofa with a resentful look on her face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Ye Haoran came in, took off his coat, and asked.
Liu Yiyi pouted her mouth and looked at Ye Haoran angrily, "Ye Haoran, how could you leave with the gas stove on? Do you know that this is very dangerous? When I came, the oil in the pot was on fire. Yes, you see, my hair was burnt trying to put out the fire."
"Ah, hahahaha, sorry, sorry, I forgot." Ye Haoran smiled.
Liu Yiyi stood up and patted Ye Haoran's shoulder with her little hand, "You still have the nerve to laugh, do you know how dangerous it is? Also, your cooking skills are really bad. I have never seen you pour all the oil, soy sauce, and vinegar into it." What's cooked in the pot, and ah, those pork are made from oil and can't be eaten. Hey, tell me about you, you are so stupid, how do you live so long."
Ye Haoran smiled. From Liu Yiyi's accusation, Ye Haoran could hear a bit of motherly concern. This feeling was really good.
After dinner, we rested for the day.
I went to work as usual the next day. There was still no news about the 10,000 yuan bonus from the FBI. Ye Haoran was already planning to give up. He felt that there was no hope. President Obama probably felt sorry for the money and would not sign it.
Although working as a housekeeper is boring, it is very leisurely. You can read a lot of books and do a lot of your own things. This is what Ye Haoran needs. He hid in the workroom, turned off the intercom, and concentrated on studying a chemical experiment. , is about the problem of combining oil and water. This problem is very interesting. If the research can be successful, it is likely to trigger a revolution in the energy industry in the future, because if water and oil really dissolve, it means that gasoline can be diluted with water, and water can The energy inside is very high, so when the gasoline burns, it can drive the decomposition of water in the gasoline, thereby forming oxygen and hydrogen, thereby accelerating the combustion of gasoline.
However, this theory is still in its infancy, and Ye Haoran only looked at it casually.
In a blink of an eye, it was already afternoon, and in the apartment building No. 25, the sound of high heels could be heard.
Ye Haoran raised his head strangely and saw many women wearing exquisite dresses and high heels walking out. Ye Haoran turned his head again and saw the door of apartment building No. 25. I don’t know when, There were actually many luxury cars parked.
"What is this?" Ye Haoran looked around strangely,