Past Events

"Mr. Xiang Qian, this script of yours just doesn't work!"

"Don't bother coming back. We've already chosen another script." The film producer looked at the disheveled middle-aged man in front of him, shook his head, and handed back the thick script.

Drunkard's real name was Xiang Qian, and he was a screenwriter.

At the producer's words, Drunkard hurriedly grabbed his arm and pleaded, "Lu Ge, take another look. Please think it over!"

"My script is absolutely brilliant!"

"The films we worked on together before even won an international award!"

"You have to trust my abilities as a screenwriter!"

The producer shook Drunkard's hand off with a look of distaste and frowned. "Xiang Qian, I've already shown you plenty of respect by calling you Mr. Xiang."

"Don't push your luck!"

"It's not as if I never gave you a chance. You just failed to deliver."

"Do you know how much money the investors poured into the film that won the award?"

"They used your script because they wanted to promote an actor and pad his résumé, not because they wanted to make money!"

"There's something wrong with every script you write. They don't appeal to the general public at all!"

"I can't be bothered to spell it out for you, but you need to know your place. Stop pestering me with your garbage!"

At the producer's words, Drunkard gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "These stories aren't garbage!"

"You can insult me, but you can't insult the scripts I created!"

"I've watched all the films you've made before!"

"Those garbage plots are nowhere near as good as my scripts!"

The producer sneered. "Hah?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"The stuff you write is the real garbage!"

"It's a waste of paper. It's not even as good as toilet paper!"

Drunkard's body