July 13th, 5 p.m.

"This script is strong enough, and I like it." Wang Jing said to Qiao Feng with a smile on his face, the script in his hand was wrinkled because of excitement, and the word instinct could be faintly seen from the cover exposed by his fingers.

"You can't shoot this." Qiao Feng said angrily: "You have to make a love movie."

"I know, I know." Wang Jing nodded very self-knowingly, and then smiled: "I didn't want to shoot this, but there are many plots here that are very exciting and eye-catching, and I can learn from them in my movies when I have the opportunity."

Without giving Qiao Feng a chance to answer, Wang Jing handed the script to Qiao Feng's eyes: "Look, for example, this icicle kills people....."

"Just read it for yourself, I don't know what's in it yet." Qiao Feng pushed Wang Jing's fat hand away and glared.

"Oh, yes, haha." Wang Jing smiled embarrassedly, and then said: "Just like this icicle killing and the ethical feelings of these two female tongxing lovers, it's really not too exciting.

"If you don't imitate you, you'll die." Qiao Feng rolled his eyes.

He couldn't directly say that Wang Jing was plagiarism, so he used a milder word.

In my memory, in the 93-year-old truant Weilong 3 Dragon Year of the Rooster, Wang Jing, as the screenwriter and director, copied these two episodes in the instinct released the year before.

Wang Million, a wealthy man who looks very similar to Agent Zhou Xingxing, was stabbed to death with an ice pick when he was in hi.

Then Zhou Xingxing went to Wang Million's house as an undercover agent and pretended to be Wang Million, and went to Wang Million's house to investigate the truth.

During the investigation, Zhou Xingxing found that Wang Million's wife Tang Judi behaved strangely, dressed loosely, and often dressed in men's clothes, and had close relationships with other women, and her actions exceeded ordinary intimacy.

In the end, Zhou Xingxing found out that Tang Judi had a lily tendency, not only did his girlfriend have an ambiguous relationship with Tang Judi, but Chen Wenjing, a senior employee of Wang Million Company, was Tang Judi's girlfriend.

Chen Wenjing is not only a female lily, but also a psychopath, with serious violent tendencies, vowing to take revenge on the man who loves and hates Tang Judy, and Wang Million was stabbed to death with an ice pick by Chen Wenjing.

In the Year of the Rooster, the shadow of instinct is almost everywhere.

Now seeing that Wang Jing just saw the script and thought of copying the plot idea in his movie, Qiao Feng could only sigh that his nature is difficult to change, this is instinct, the instinct of plagiarism.

It's completely engraved in the blood, the bone marrow.

"You are too open at the end, and you don't say who the murderer is at all, so it's not good, the audience will be confused." Faced with Qiao Feng's contempt, Wang Jing complained back.

"Okay, I won't talk to you, it's time, it's time for us to go." Qiao Feng got up and got dressed.

"Okay, my poor shield, when you can use it, you can take it out and use it, and when you can't use it, you can kick it far away." Wang Jing followed and got up, and did not forget to continue to complain in the middle.

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Tsim Sha Tsui, a leading cinema of the original Golden Princess Cinema Line.

A large number of reporters with long guns and short guns gathered at the entrance of the theater, and from time to time a star appeared, which immediately attracted a long or short flash of light.

However, it seems that these reporters are a little absent-minded, and this is the case when taking pictures and interviewing.

A group of reporters frequently turned their heads to look around, as if waiting for someone.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Someone is in a hurry to complain.

"That said, it's all about to begin." Someone on the side answered.

"Who do you think will appear with Qiao Feng tonight? Is it Wang Xuxian or Li Jiaxin?" Another asked.

"It must be Wang Xuxian." Another interjection.

"Why isn't it Li Jiaxin? With a new person and forgetting the old one, isn't this the daily life of a rich person?" The reporter, who was anxious at first, asked rhetorically.

"The clothes are not as good as the old people, Qiao Feng is not the kind of person you said." The reporter who said Wang Yixian immediately retorted.

"Why can't it be three people together?" Another voice joins the conversation.

Then as soon as the words came out, everyone ridiculed: "You are strong, you have a kind, Qiao Feng is definitely not as good as you."

"Hey, why is it impossible?" The one who was ridiculed was a little unwilling to argue.

As a result, I heard someone shouting excitedly: "Come, squeeze through."

Someone else was shouting, "Take a quick shot, look who's getting off."

"In terms of popularity, I'm afraid you are older than Fa Ge, Rong Zai, and Andy." Looking at the reporters who flocked to the car without waiting for the car to stop, Wang Jing, who was startled through the car window, couldn't help but joke.

"Get out, get down." Qiao Feng angrily pushed Wang Fatzi.

"Look for me as a shield to return this attitude." Wang Jing looked at Qiao Feng with an expression of carelessness.

"You..."

Qiao Feng raised his leg and made a gesture to kick, so frightened that Wang Jing hurriedly opened the door, and shouted as he opened: "This goes down, this goes down."

And just as Wang Jing was about to open the door, the reporters outside the car were still excitedly exchanging whether Wang Xuxian or Li Jiaxin or the two beauties were in Qiao Feng's car, and then who would get out of the car first.

As a result, under their excited and nervous gaze, a short, fat leg appeared under the door as the door opened.

Short, fat legs are too visually striking at this time.

I thought it was a slender and fair straight xing sense big long tui, but I saw a big thick leg.

It's the same as thinking it was a delicious table, but it turned out to be poop on the table, which made people unappetizing.

"Wang Jing?" There is a suitable angle, and the eyes are good and shouts loudly, and the shouting is full of disappointment and incomprehension.

"Damn, why is it Wang Jing, how did this dead fat man appear in Qiao Feng's car?"

"That's it, if you don't bring two big beauties, take this dead fat man, Qiao Feng is sick." I don't know which two fastest reporters subconsciously complained, and the voice was not ordinarily loud.

I'll go.

Wang Jing, who had just pulled out his other leg and hadn't stepped on it yet, heard that he was stumbling, so he couldn't step on the ground in the air.

Which bastard scolds Lao Tzu?

Wang Jing glared angrily and followed the voice with small eyes, trying to find the bastard who scolded him.

Of course, the results were not found, and when the reporters looked over, they all put on a smiling face, and some of them tightened their faces and held back their smiles and did not forget to ask questions.

Wang Jing was in no mood to answer the question, he wanted to find out the bastard who scolded him.

Then, Wang Jing felt a force behind him, making him almost stumble again without any defense.

the .....

Wang Jing turned around and was about to scold his mother.

As a result, I heard Qiao Feng's voice beside me: "Hurry up, Xiaoxian will be here soon, and it won't be able to leave if it's too late."

Looking at Qiao Feng, who had obviously pushed himself but walked past him with an expressionless face, Wang Jing wanted to cry without tears.

Damn, what a mistake.

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