Late at night, as the party at the Silktor Hotel ended, Stippunk left the banquet hall to the compliment of everyone.

Steppunk, a well-known Hollywood director, has shot a total of 40 films since he entered the industry at the age of 25, two of which have exceeded $700 million at the box office and entered the top 100 in Hollywood history.

He is only 45 years old this year, and he is at the peak of his career.

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

However, for that script, Stippunk was not satisfied.

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

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

It's a pity that this script was brought by someone from the Edwards family, and the other party asked him to shoot it.

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

In the face of this level of capital, Stippunk has no room for refusal.

So, without being able to change the general plot, Stippunk could only work the creation of characters.

Forced to be helpless, Stepunk finally decided to make the villains extremely powerful, and in order to highlight the mystery, he didn't even explain who these villains were at the end, but gave an open-ended ending -

Does the protagonist end up with the drug in the hands of the board? Did he succeed, or did he fail?

Nobody knows.

Obviously, this kind of shooting is extremely bold, and if it is not done well, it will be sprayed worthless by major rating websites, but if it is successful, there is some hope for a counterattack.

Now, I only hope that this movie will have a box office of more than 200 million after its release.

Stepunk secretly prayed that if it was less than 200 million, the Edwards family would lose money, and not only would his future be worried, but the golden sign of his name would also be greatly discounted.

However, these worries can only be contained in his heart, and on the surface Stepunk still maintains a high level of self-confidence, and as the party is over, Stepunk leaves the Silktor Hotel in the midst of the stars.

After finding his car in the parking lot, Stepunk made a slight estimate that he had only drunk two cans of beer, and that two hours had passed, at which point his blood alcohol index should not exceed 0.05.

When the BAC index is less than 0.05, it is not illegal to drive in North America.

After all, he was only forty-five years old, and he still had a lot of time to struggle and live, and Stepunk didn't want to ruin his life because of a little alcohol.

After confirming that his state would not affect driving, Stippunk cautiously got into the car, but before he could start, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill behind him.

It's as if someone is sitting in the seat behind them......

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

Delusion?

Stippunk frowned, it seemed that he would have to drink less in the future.

As the car started slowly, the illusion of someone in the back seat hovered all the time, and Stippunk had to have a car stereo, and suddenly, a punk rock music from the 80s came out.

Stippunk hummed along to the music as he drove home.

It wasn't until the car drove out of the city and into the deserted suburbs that Stippunk suddenly felt a chill again, and he couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror, but suddenly shivered!

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

Crunch!

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

Hallucinations from drinking too much alcohol? Still is......

Stippunk clutched the steering wheel, cold sweat on his forehead fell, he resisted the fear in his heart, and slowly turned to look at the back seat......

"Mr. Stipunk, it's me."

However, before he could confirm whether it was a hallucination or not, the person in the back seat suddenly spoke.

The man had a Middle-earth accent, "Our boss wants to see you." ”

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng Chao?"

Until this time, Stepunk finally saw clearly that the man in the back seat turned out to be the producer of the business party!

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

Stippunk looked vigilant, but before he could press the alarm button, the back of his neck suddenly went numb, and the other party seemed to have injected himself with something!

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

……

Suburbs of Los Angeles. Inside a dimly lit abandoned warehouse.

Chen Chen sat in the warehouse, playing with a pendant around his neck, and it didn't take long for him to see a strange car stop outside the warehouse.

The car door opened, and Cheng Chao strode in, and on his shoulder, he was still carrying an unconscious man.

"Boss, this is our film's director, Mr. Stippunk."

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

Stimulated by this, the man in the coma couldn't help but snort and slowly opened his eyes.

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

Chen Chen looked at each other silently, this person he had seen several times on the Internet, and he was not a small well-known, and he was considered a director close to the first line in Hollywood.

As he woke up, Steppunk's eyes gradually returned to focus, and he first looked around, then showed a blank look.

"You ...... Who is it? Where am I, where am I? ”

"Mr. Stipunk, I'm sorry to meet you in this format, and I'll introduce myself."

Chen Chen spoke lightly, his voice with a unique hoarseness, "My name is Chen Chen, I am the owner of a company, and I am also the investor of the movie you made. ”

"Investors?" Stippunk wanted to stand up, but he felt weak all over, so he had to hold his head and whisper, "What do you want, I've finished filming according to your requirements, what's going on with my body......"

"Mr. Stipunk, we have no ill will, you are just under the influence of a little tranquilizer, and this situation will recover in a few hours."

As he spoke, Chen Chen walked out of the shadows of the warehouse, walked to the dilapidated desk and gently pressed a button.

Suddenly, a burst of ethereal music flowed.

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

"Do you smoke, Mr. Stippunk?"

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

Chen Chen lit his own cigarette first, and then stretched out the lighter in front of Stippunk.

"Mr. Stippunk, please look here......"

"Click!"

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

In the ethereal music, Stepunk only felt as if the other party was blowing a puff of smoke in his face.

"Mr. Stipunk, I'll count to one, and you'll go back to the day the movie was made......"

It seemed that someone was saying something in his ear, but at this time, Stippunk could no longer hear, and his eyes fell into a daze again, as if the whole heaven and earth were only left with that brilliant fire......