On Fish-Man Island, Bright was reading a script.
The screenwriters under Tesoro were truly efficient. In just one week, they had delivered the script to Bright.
"This is already the third draft."
Tesoro looked a little weary. "To help you out, kid, I pulled several all-nighters in a row."
"Then I really have to thank you."
Bright's gaze and attention were both focused on the script in his hands, so he could only spare a perfunctory reply for Tesoro amid his busy reading.
It was quite brilliant. It mainly told the story of an ordinary Fish-Man Island resident who, by chance, became entangled in the conspiracy of a spy from some evil organization. In the end, with his intelligence and wisdom, as well as the help of the great Director Bright and the handsome Mr. Tesoro, he thwarted the enemy's vicious scheme.
Setting aside the extra scenes written in for himself and Bright, the story flowed smoothly, had a tight pace, and made logical sense. Those points alone showed that it was an exceptionally good script.
Of course, as a film meant to serve as political propaganda, what Bright cared more about was promoting anti-espionage awareness.
This was also precisely the essence of the script.
The screenwriters had devoted a great deal of space to portraying the villains in the film—the spies—and had meticulously depicted the despicable methods of these evil outsiders.
They used threats and bribes, employing every possible method to win over and coerce the residents of Fish-Man Island into helping them steal its secrets, before finally attacking from within and without to conquer Fish-Man Island.
Audiences watching the film would be able to clearly see just how pervasive the spies were and how terrifying their methods could be.
"Not bad. Or rather, very good."
Bright nodded lightly.