But their writer-sama doesn't seem to be worried at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he looked at Cui Yue very calmly, a pair of eyes that were not big narrowed slightly, and the light in the eyes was a little stinging.

He didn't look very young, no more than thirty years old. At this age, being able to enter the crew and become a writer with the same rights as the director can be regarded as young and promising, but the name written on the sign on the chest of this product is very unfamiliar to Cui Yue.

"Chen Haisong."

In Cui Yue's mind, he didn't find any family related to this surname, but think about it, it should be someone like Han Shengcheng who lived in a certain family and grew up......

"It's me." The writer took two steps forward and responded, neither humble nor arrogant.

This is manifested in the group of people around him who were frightened by Cui Yue's previous violent methods, which is particularly prominent, like a needle that fixes the sea.

Very interesting.

However, Cui Yue came to work this trip, and he was not interested in watching people pretend, but he was still a little curious about the state of the goods in front of him, and asked: "Aren't you afraid of being beaten?" ”

"Mr. Choi is a smart person, isn't he?" The writer smiled confidently, but his words were full of condescension.

"There's nothing wrong with me being smart." Cui Yue nodded in agreement with his previous sentence, then raised his hand and slapped it out.

The confident man was slapped in the face, because the speed was too fast, Cui Yue's nails even scratched three blood marks on his face, which was very shallow, but it made him feel unusually painful on that somewhat puffy face.

"But with my IQ, I can't figure out where your confidence comes from." Cui Yue's words came belatedly, with a sneer on his face, "What are you?" ”

The writer's face turned white and red for a while, and then his face turned blue from Cui Yue's words------- like a dyeing plate, but people didn't have this awareness, their eyes were vicious, and they stretched out their fingers and pointed at Cui Yue: "You C-jes are finished, from now on, you will never receive any scripts!" He stretched out his hand and pointed at Jin Xuexuan again, and continued: "She won't receive any TV series in the future!" ”

"You're threatening me?" Cui Yue asked.

"No, everything I say will be true."

Cui Yue was a little helpless, "Look, it's back to the original topic------ what are you?" ”

The writer who was slapped in the face wanted to take off his size 40 shoes and imprint them on Cui Yue's face. Can't you ask about identity? Everyone is a person on the scene, isn't it insulting to speak like this?

"Don't answer?" Cui Yue laughed, "Then drag it away." ”

"Wait! I'm a senior deacon of the Writers Guild! The writer glared at Cui Yue.

"That's—" Cui Yue suddenly realized.

I have long heard that this profession is very strong in the Korean entertainment industry, but now I have finally seen what the strength is. An entertainment company says that it will be blocked, which can no longer be regarded as strong, but should be said to be unpopular.

If they don't know what the foundation of C-JES is, Cui Yue really doesn't believe it, he has invested in so many scripts in recent years, which can be regarded as solving a big problem for the Writers Association, after all, if the people who join this industry can't eat enough, then who will be willing to support the growth of this association.

The senior deacon, who is neither too big nor too small, is considered a power class, but if he wants to support the threat he has issued, it is still far from it. Even if you are the president of the association, it is very difficult to promote this blockade. After all, there are so many writers who have received the favor of C-JES now, and if it is rumored that they are in favor of targeting C-JES, they may have to bear the idea of "ingratitude".

When you were desperate, people brought you hope, made you famous, and let you get what you wanted, and now, turn the gun to deal with your benefactor?

When it spreads, the reputation is so bad that it can blacken the Han River.

South Koreans like to see and hear positive energy, not your intrigues------ this is not what you should do, but those politicians and entrepreneurs do, and one of your most important responsibilities is to write a good script and spread positive energy.

In the name of a street rat, even if the script is written, no investor will be willing to invest, let alone an audience will buy it.

"You have so much power, huh?" Cui Yue asked funny.

"Don't doubt the competence of our association!" The writer proudly stretched out his hand and tapped Cui Yue, pointing his fingertips to Cui Yue's face. This action is an insult in Korean society.

Cui Yue didn't know this option, but he didn't like the other party's posture very much----- he usually talked to others like this, but now the position is reversed, which makes Cui Yue feel like he is out of time.

Stretched out his hand and easily pinched the other party's hand less than 30 centimeters away from him, and then clenched it.

When his hand was pinched, the writer's head suddenly sweated, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear the creaking of the bones of his hand.

"I also have a lot of rights, do you believe it or not?" Cui Yue asked with a sneer.

"Shh-------- you...... Do you know what the consequences of this are...... What is it? The cold sweat on the writer's head broke out, and his mouth was very hard.

"I know." Cui Yue replied, then pulled the other party's arm with force, and continued: "But you don't know. ”

"Ah!!!h

A scream was heard throughout the empty set.

The writer staggered back a few steps over one shoulder, his face pale.

Anyone could tell that one of his drooping hands was already in a dislocated state.

And at this moment, the savior also came out of the elevator and arrived at the set belatedly.

They should have appeared a long time ago, and they were already nearly twenty minutes late.

That's a bit too much......

The policemen who rushed in looked at the scene, and then vaguely and quickly observed the people around them - very good, it didn't seem to have any big roles, and it didn't seem that it was difficult to fulfill the requirements of their superiors.

"Everyone squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands!"

A loud shout followed by the afterglow of the previous scream wandered around the set, waking up the writer who had been hurt into the small world over there.

As soon as he saw these people, the writer was immediately angry and scolded: "What are you doing to eat so late?" Do you want to wait until I'm dead? A bunch of rice buckets! ”

“……”

The faces of the police comrades were not very good-looking, and there was a wry smile on the face of the man at the head.

They wanted to come earlier, so they had to be notified-------- so they came up casually, wouldn't that disturb you stepping on people?

When they left before, they saw that the group of security guards looked like wolves and tigers, and they thought that the boy in front of them was going to step on the talent to put on this battle.

But now it looks like I've kicked it to the iron plate. It's also interesting to have the roles reversed.

"What are you doing? Waiting for the prisoners to get away with it? ”

The writer's attitude is quite unbeautiful. If it weren't for the fact that his hand was still drooping, Cui Yue would have thought that this product was not injured at all.

Zhongqi is very sufficient~ (To be continued.) )