He Killed the Competition!

Ren Hang finished reading the script.

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Ren Hang was questioning his life a little now.

Before, before summer vacation, Lin Chuan had shown Ren Hang a script called Spoon Killer Demon.

Ren Hang felt that the script was completely like playing around.

He hadn't expected that, due to the parody and horror, it would actually become popular online.

Now, Lin Chuan had given Ren Hang another script.

Moon.

The quality of this script completely exceeded Ren Hang's imagination.

The novel theme, the fresh perspective, the depth of the plot, the exploration of human nature, and that ending all sent chills down his spine.

Ren Hang handed the script back to Lin Chuan and said solemnly:

"Father, please accept this bow from your son!"

This script was just too damn good.

Brother Chuan actually gave this kind of script to him; simply calling him 'brother' was no longer enough to express Ren Hang's feelings.

"Alright, stop messing around and get up."

Lin Chuan was also somewhat amused and exasperated:

"I still need to assess your understanding of this role to decide if you can play it."

"What kind of person do you think the male lead of this film is?"

Ren Hang scratched his head: "I think, first of all, he's a corporate slave. Even though it's a future tech era and humans can go to the moon to collect resources."

"This male lead is just a low-level employee at an energy company, living alone on the moon for three years, with only an intelligent robot for company~"

Lin Chuan nodded: "Continue."

Ren Hang went on: "Secondly, he must have a sense of loneliness. His family is the spiritual pillar that keeps him going on the moon."

Lin Chuan asked: "Then do you think you can portray this loneliness, and the fragmentation after his beliefs collapse?"

Ren Hang took a deep breath: "It's difficult. I can't guarantee that I can accurately portray these emotions, but I can guarantee that I will give it my all!"

The conversation between Lin Chuan and Ren Hang at this moment didn't resemble that of two good buddies in the same dorm.

It was more like an interviewer and an applicant.

Lin Chuan solemnly extended his hand: "Congratulations, you're hired!"

Ren Hang excitedly grasped it: "Thank you, thank you!"

After shaking hands, they both felt a bit awkward and simultaneously turned their faces away.

The male lead for the script was decided.

Lin Chuan began to think about a crucial question: how should this movie be filmed?

After all, Moon was a sci-fi film set on a moon base.

Lin Chuan naturally chose to shoot on location.

After obtaining Cameron's special effects production techniques, the knowledge that filled Lin Chuan's mind wasn't about how to create effects through computers.

It was about how to achieve the best visual effects through practical shooting.

And how to request funds from the company to complete the filming.

Damn it, Lin Chuan currently had no plans to shoot with other film companies!

It felt like having a dragon-slaying skill but not knowing how to wield it.

Could it be that he really had to find a film company to cooperate with?

Should he look for Tencent or Maoyan then?

Lin Chuan wasn't a rigid person; on the contrary, he was very flexible and adaptable.

Before looking for investors, Lin Chuan found the all-powerful Xiao Hei again.

He initiated a video call with Xiao Hei.

After the other party finished reading the script.

Lin Chuan asked Xiao Hei: "How long would it take to build this set?"

Xiao Hei thought for a moment and replied:

"The moon base set would be quite troublesome to build. Without more than half a year, you could only build a rough outline."

Lin Chuan's heart sank. As expected, Xiao Hei wasn't omnipotent.

Xiao Hei changed the subject: "However, there's no need to build it. I remember there's a sci-fi base in Fujian. That place should be able to meet your requirements."

Fujian Sci-Fi Base?

Lin Chuan searched his mind for the information he wanted.

Fujian was actually similar to the Fujian of the Parallel Universe Earth in his previous life.

It housed the world's largest astronomical telescope.

Lin Chuan hadn't expected that place to have a sci-fi base.

He found a solution.

Lin Chuan felt much more relaxed. He returned to his rented room, preparing to rest for a while.

Lin Chuan opened Weibo, intending to check how the Happy Family writing contest was going.

Unexpectedly, he discovered a new meme on Weibo had reached the trending list.

It depicted a group of gege, dressed in luxurious clothing, chatting and laughing within the Forbidden City.

Suddenly, a formation of bombers flew overhead.

Lin Chuan liked the meme.

He now had an inherent aversion to the gege group.

Lin Chuan was surprised to find that Ye Weiming, the Director of The House That Never Dies, had also liked the image.

It seemed the Director was trying to distance himself from his female lead.

Lin Chuan recalled a terrible sci-fi film from his previous life where the director also distanced himself from the lead actor.

He had told the media that he shouldn't have chosen that popular idol for the role.

Actually, in Lin Chuan's opinion, both films were the same; the blame lay equally with the director and the lead actor.

The actor's acting was problematic, and the director's filmmaking was chaotic and disorganized. They deserved it!

He continued to check the entries related to the Happy Family writing contest.

Unexpectedly, someone named Fang Qingyong had vowed to teach him a lesson.

This Fang Qingyong was a long-time fan of Lin Gege.

He was also a relatively well-known writer with some standing in literary circles.

After the Happy Family contest began, he had declared his intention to win first place.

He planned to use the prize money to make Lin Gege happy.

Lin Chuan let out a cold laugh. This guy was just another old sycophant.

After looking at Fang Qingyong's submission, Lin Chuan was even more amused.

The article, written by this veteran of the literary world, told the story of a peasant who, driven to desperation, had to sell his daughter.

After the landlord bought the daughter, she became his wife.

She ruled the roost, making the landlord do whatever she pleased.

It was as if Huang Shiren had married Xi'er, treated Yang Bailao as his own father, and was completely subservient to Xi'er every day.

The peasants in the story were all cunning, greedy, and lazy, while the landlords were diligent and hardworking.

Lin Chuan was almost amused to the point of anger.

What era was this? They were still resurrecting landlords.

This person truly was an old fan of the gege, exuding the stench of a feudal zombie from beginning to end.

In the comment section, many of this writer's fans were cheering:

"This is so well-written, I'm almost moved to tears!"

"There's a saying: poverty breeds cunning, wealth breeds conscience. Old sayings have their reasons; many poor people are just bad!"

"Many landlords were actually good people; our memories have been clouded!"

"Teach that Lin Chuan a lesson! Some young people have no manners at all. What happened to respecting elders and cherishing the young?"

"If it's not winning with writing like this, I'm worried there might be foul play!"

Lin Chuan noticed that all the comments were positive.

There wasn't a single negative review.

This was because Fang Qingyong had enabled comment moderation.

Fang Qingyong was essentially employing an open scheme.

If he won, he would be stepping on others to get ahead, using the prize money to please his gege.

If he didn't win, it would be seen as jealousy and suppression, implying the contest was rigged.

At that point, he could directly incite his fans to attack the fairness of the contest.

Many of Lin Chuan's fans also expressed their concerns.

"Damn it, one rotten apple spoils the whole barrel. Where did this guy surnamed Fang come from?!"

"A perfectly good writing contest, and it gets hijacked by this kind of person. So unlucky!"

"Are there any skilled writers out there? Step up and crush this old geezer's spirit!"

"No luck, there are just too few people with sharp pens these days!"

Lin Chuan, meanwhile, dug up a few articles he had learned from his mind. After writing them, he compressed them into images and uploaded them to Weibo.

He also posted:

[To all my viewers, I actually felt inspired to write a few articles while this contest was going on. But I can't be both a contestant and a judge, right?

I can't let these writings go to waste after finishing them, so I'm putting them here for everyone to enjoy.]

The three articles Lin Chuan wrote were:

My Uncle Jules, A Bowl of Clear Soup Soba Noodles, and Cabbage Soup.