While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Chris's eyes lit up: "Wow, Master, that's so cool! It's full of masculine energy!"

Cao Kun ignored her infatuation and continued:

"The rest of the story is simple."

Only 96 hours.

The male protagonist storms into Paris alone, fighting his way from the airport to the slums, from the red-light district to the auction.

No nonsense, no compromise, only precise, ruthless, and efficient killing.

"Oh, right."

Cao Kun remembered what he had promised Jessica: "The script needs to be slightly adjusted."

In the original version, the daughter was just a decorative victim.

In this version, the daughter will be portrayed as more intelligent.

During her kidnapping, she left clues using a trick her father had taught her.

Even in the final climax, they have to cooperate with their father to complete the counterattack.

Jessica Alba needs a highlight like this.

Cao Kun spoke for a full hour, describing the pacing, exciting moments, and key action scenes of the entire film.

"Okay, that's all."

Cao Kun picked up his teacup and moistened his throat.

"Organize it into an outline, and then find the best Hollywood screenwriters who are good at writing action movies to fill in the details."

Sign a confidentiality agreement and buy out the authorship rights.

Chris stared at the screen filled with text, looking at Cao Kun with admiration:

"Master, this story is too fast-paced."

If it's made, it'll be a box office bomb.

"certainly."

Cao Kun stood up and looked at the sunset in the distance: "This is a gift for Jessica, and it is also the first series of IPs that our company owns independently."

"Sole proprietorship?" Chris asked.

"Yes, 100% ownership."

Cao Kun said domineeringly, "We don't need EuropaCorp or the distributors to interfere."

This time, we'll eat it all by ourselves.

Chris's fingers typed the last character on the virtual keyboard.

On the screen, a detailed plot outline for Taken has been generated.

"All done, Master."

Chris closed the virtual notebook, looked up and asked, "The story is perfect, but who will write the script?"

Action movies demand a high level of pacing and dialogue; an average screenwriter probably couldn't capture that kind of sharp, intense feel.

Cao Kun tapped his finger lightly on the table.

His first thought was Luc Besson.

After all, this is the original author, and their style is the most to my liking.

But he nipped the idea in the bud as soon as it arose.

Luc Besson is not some unknown screenwriter.

He is the owner of EuropaCorp and a leading figure in French cinema.

If you hire him to write, it can't just be a simple employment relationship.

He will definitely demand co-production, investment share, and even distribution rights.

In that case, it wouldn't be a sole proprietorship.

[You cannot contact Luc Besson.]

Cao Kun shook his head, not even daring to let him know about the project's existence, to avoid trouble.

"Master, who are you looking for?"

Chris asked again, "The screenwriters in Hollywood who excel at this kind of hard-hitting action style are all highly paid and have established collaborators."

Cao Kun remained silent for a moment.

He searched his mind for suitable candidates, but was not quite satisfied with any of them.

It's either too expensive, too slow, or he's not very familiar with it.

Seeing Cao Kun remain silent, Chris's eyes darted around, and she suddenly took a step forward.

"Master, actually... you don't need to look for anyone else."

Chris pointed to herself, a confident smile on her face: "I can."

Cao Kun was taken aback and looked her up and down: "You?"

"Yes, that's me."

Chris puffed out her chest, her tone resolute:

"I have hacked into the Writers Guild's database."

I read through all the action movie scripts from the past thirty years, including those that were never filmed.

The total number exceeds 50,000.

I know all the narrative rhythms, all the dialogue patterns, and all the classic scenes.

With such a detailed outline from you, all I need to do is stuff the meat in.

Moreover, my speed is a hundred times that of a human.

Cao Kun looked at her, seemingly lost in thought.

That's definitely a good idea.

Not only is it cost-effective and efficient, but it also ensures absolute confidentiality, so there's no need to worry about the script being leaked.

I believe you have the ability.

Cao Kun raised a practical issue: "But you don't have an identity."

Once a script is written, it needs to be registered for copyright and filed.

The union requires registration with real names, and you're an "unregistered" person.

Chris smiled mysteriously and lightly tapped her finger in the air.

Images of a driver's license and a social security card are projected into the air.

The photo shows Chris in her human form, with the name "Chris-Wang" written on it.

"I've already made up an identity ID for myself."

Chris said proudly, "Birth certificates, social security records, tax records, and even academic records from elementary school to university."

I have already incorporated everything into the federal database.

Unless they turn the database upside down, they won't discover I'm a fake even in a hundred years.

No, even if they search everywhere, they won't find me.

Cao Kun looked at the almost indistinguishable ID card and said with some surprise, "You're quick."

"Of course, as your assistant, I must plan ahead."

Chris floated behind Cao Kun, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently massaged them:

"And, Master."

Once the script is written, the authorship rights should primarily remain with you.

The first screenwriter is 'Cao Kun', and I am only the second screenwriter.

All the honors and awards are yours.

Cao Kun smiled.

This is practically the perfect tool.

They can work hard without taking credit, and they can even warm the bed.

"it is good."

Cao Kun patted her hand on his shoulder: "Then it's up to you."

I need to see the first draft within a week.

"Three days."

Chris held up three fingers, her eyes full of confidence: "Three days will be enough."

And I guarantee it will be better than what those screenwriters who get paid millions write.

Cao Kun stood up: "Then let's begin. I look forward to seeing your masterpiece."

He walked to the window and looked at the night outside.

The wonders of this world are gradually unfolding before him!

(End of the book)