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Chapter 130: 129-Stipunk

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Late at night, as the party at Silikto Hotel ended, Stepunk left the banquet hall with the compliments of everyone.

Stipunk, a well-known Hollywood director, has made a total of forty films since he entered the industry at the age of 25, two of which have exceeded US$700 million in box office, making him one of the top 100 films in Hollywood history. So talented.

He is just forty-five years old this year and at the peak of his career.

Just some time ago, his new script had just been completed and handed over to the film crew.

But Stepunk was not satisfied with the script.

Obviously, there are too many meaningless elements in that script, and many settings have lost their entertainment value in order to highlight the so-called science and logic. This is very unreasonable in a commercial blockbuster that pursues box office. .

After all, the audience comes to the screening room to pursue an audio-visual feast, not to find any rationality.

Unfortunately, this script was brought in by someone from the Edwards family, who requested that they film it themselves.

Although this chaebol is extremely low-key, no one in the industry knows that it controls at least one-fifth of Hollywood.

In the face of this level of capital, Stipunk had no room for rejection.

Therefore, without changing the general plot, Stipunk could only work on character creation.

Forced into helplessness, Stipunk finally decided to make the villains extremely powerful, and in order to highlight the mystery, he did not even explain who these villains were until the end, but gave an open ending -

Did the protagonist end up getting the drug into the hands of the board of directors? Did he succeed or fail

Nobody knows.

Obviously, this kind of shooting is extremely bold. If it fails, it will be criticized by major rating websites as worthless. However, if it succeeds, there is some hope of counterattack.

Now, I just hope that this movie will have a box office of more than 200 million after it is released.

Stepunk secretly prayed that if it was less than 200 million and the Edwards family lost money, not only would his future be in doubt, but the golden name of his name would also be greatly reduced.

However, these worries can only be kept in the heart. On the surface, Stipunk still maintained a high level of confidence. As the party ended, Stipunk left the Silk Road Hotel amidst the stars.

After finding his car in the parking lot, Stiepank made a slight calculation. He had only drank two cans of beer, and two hours had passed. At this time, the alcohol index in his blood should not exceed 0.05.

It is not illegal to drive in North America when the BAC index is less than 0.05.

After all, he is only forty-five years old and still has a lot of time to fight and live. Stipunk does not want to ruin his great life because of a little alcohol.

After confirming that his condition would not affect his driving, Stepunk cautiously got into the car, but before he could start the car, he suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness coming from behind him.

It's as if someone is sitting on the seat behind you...

Stepunk subconsciously turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him and no one was in his back seat.

Illusion

Stepunk frowned, it seemed like he would be better off drinking less in the future.

As the car started slowly, the illusion that there was someone in the back seat lingered. As a last resort, Stepunk had to install the car stereo. Suddenly, a piece of punk rock music from the 1980s came out.

Stipunk hummed along to the music as he drove toward his home.

Until the car drove out of the city and reached the deserted suburbs, Stipunk suddenly felt a chill again. He couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror, but suddenly his whole body shivered!

At some point, a stranger sat in his back seat and stared straight at him!

Crunch!

Stepunk subconsciously stepped on the brakes, and the whole car made a violent tire friction sound and stopped in the middle of the road!

Hallucinations caused by drinking too much alcohol? still…

Stepunk gripped the steering wheel tightly, cold sweat falling from his forehead. He suppressed the fear in his heart, slowly turned around and looked towards the back seat...

"Mr. Stepunk, it's me."

However, before he could confirm whether all this was an illusion, the person in the back seat suddenly spoke.

The man spoke with a unique Central-European accent, "Our boss wants to meet you."

"Cheng, Mr. Cheng Chao?"

Until this moment, Stipunk finally saw clearly that the man in the back seat was actually the business card producer!

"Mr. Cheng Chao, why are you in my car?"

Stepunk looked wary, but before he could press the alarm button, the back of his neck suddenly went numb, as if the other party had injected himself with something!

Stepunk's heart sank, and he was about to resist, but suddenly a wave of sleepiness came over him like a flash flood. He didn't even have time to press the alarm before he completely lost consciousness.

Suburbs of Los Angeles. In a dark abandoned warehouse.

Chen Chen was sitting in the warehouse, playing with a pendant around his neck. Not long after, he saw a strange car parked outside the warehouse.

The car door opened and Cheng Chao strode in, carrying an unconscious man on his shoulders.

"Boss, this is Mr. Stepunk, the director of our movie."

Cheng Chao placed the man on a seat, then scooped out a basin of water and poured it directly on the man's forehead.

Stimulated by this, the unconscious man couldn't help but shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that the other party was awake, Cheng Chao turned around and walked out of the warehouse, guarding the outside to prevent anyone from approaching.

Chen Chen stared at the other person silently. He had met this person several times on the Internet. He was well-known and could be regarded as a top-tier director in Hollywood.

At this time, as he woke up, Stepunk's eyes gradually regained focus. He first looked around, and then showed a blank expression.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Mr. Stepunk, I'm sorry to meet you in this form. Let me introduce myself."

Chen Chen spoke calmly, with a unique hoarse voice, "My name is Chen Chen. I am the boss of a company and an investor in the movie you made."

"Investors?" Stipunk wanted to stand up, but he felt weak all over. He had to hold his head and whispered, "What do you want? I have finished filming the movie according to your request. My body what happened… "

"Mr. Stiepank, we mean no harm, you were just under the influence of a little sedative and you will recover from this within a few hours."

With that said, Chen Chen walked out of the shadow of the warehouse, walked to the shabby desk and gently pressed a button.

Suddenly, a burst of ethereal music flowed.

In the dim light, Stepunk saw a tape recorder and a box of cigarettes placed on the table.

"Do you smoke, Mr. Stypunk?"

Chen Chen took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed one to Stipunk. Stipunk originally wanted to refuse, but he was afraid that the other party would be angry, so he had to take it.

Chen Chen lit the cigarette himself first, and then held out the lighter in front of Stepunk.

"Mr. Stepunk, please look here..."

"Crack!"

Following the crisp sound of rollers rubbing against flint, a brilliant flame slowly rose.

In the ethereal music, Stipunk only felt as if the other party blew a puff of smoke on his face.

"Mr. Stiepank, on the count of one, you will go back to the day when the movie was shot..."

It seemed that someone said something in his ear, but at this time Stipunk could no longer hear it, and his eyes fell into confusion again. It seemed that there was only that gorgeous firelight left in the whole world...