Huayu: I'm just opening a treasure chest, why are you shaking your leg?

Zhou Yang knew this too, but he didn't expect Chen Yue to give the two of them another piece of advice.

This touched Zhou Yang deeply; now that he was successful, he couldn't forget Chen Yue.

We finished eating.

Zhou Yang also turned on a machine.

Because there are only three machines in this private room.

They moved to the fourth floor.

The four of them chatted and laughed as they happily played Warcraft.

...

Two flowers have already bloomed.

Let's talk about how the flowers are here.

Jiang Wen was furious.

Because he never expected Zhou Yang to be so clueless about the times.

Putting aside his reputation as a top-tier director.

He had already given Zhou Yang enough face, being very polite, but Zhou Yang still wouldn't accept it.

But what about it?

Jiang Wen has already retreated to Malaysia.

Are they willing to pay money to buy the script from Zhou Yang?

Haha ...

I'm sure you, sir, already know this.

I don't know if Zhou Yang has swallowed a heavy weight.

I choked on some tofu.

He's such a complete idiot.

They still won't sell.

It rose from 10,000 to 100,000.

With every 10,000 increase, Jiang Wen's dignity was insulted once more.

This caused Jiang Wen's anger to reach its highest point ever.

He directed "Devils on the Doorstep".

When he was directing "The Sun Also Rises".

I've never been this angry before.

"A humiliating disgrace! A humiliating disgrace!!"

"Hmph, you're asking for it!!"

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. I'll make you drink 50 cups first!!"

Jiang Wen gritted his teeth and slammed his fists on the table, making loud thuds.

Han Cheng was terrified.

Those eyes weren't big to begin with, and they kept shrinking.

My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and I didn't dare make a sound or breathe.

He was terrified that the next moment, this raging mountain of anger would crash down on him.

"Let's go to the internet cafe and memorize that script first. He thinks he's all that? Some greenhorn, who hasn't even finished his studies, dares to challenge me!!"

After taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Wen's angry red face calmed down a bit, and he took out a black mask and put it on.

Han Cheng stood there dumbfounded. After a few seconds of hearing the voice, he snapped out of his daze and quickly said:

"Okay, okay, Uncle, come on, I'll take you there."

Soon, we arrived at the internet cafe.

Han Cheng booked a private room for one person.

Jiang Wen was wearing a mask, and no one in the internet cafe recognized him.

"Why are you turning on a machine? Don't you play games?"

Jiang Wen asked.

Is Han Cheng going crazy?

Still playing games?

Is Uncle Jiang Wen so angry he's about to kill someone?

He still dares to play games? He's really crazy!

Even if Han Cheng himself is a piece of trash.

They're hopeless!

But I can't show it, especially not at this time.

"I'm not playing. You go ahead with your business, Uncle."

He lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Jiang Wen remained silent.

The two went up to the third floor and found a private room for one person.

Turn on the machine.

Jiang Wen sat in the chair and opened a folder on his computer.

I closed my eyes and thought for a while before starting to type.

Write down the plot, scenes, and techniques for achieving godhood from the system's script.

Han Cheng was an impatient person, and he watched quietly from behind without making a sound.

An hour later.

Jiang Wen was searching for something.

I closed the folder and opened Baidu to search.

But when I returned to the folder, it was gone.

It's completely empty.

"Huh??"

Jiang Wen's robust body trembled.

They quickly searched for it.

I searched for ages, but still couldn't find it!

"What happened? My script is gone!"

Han Cheng quickly took action:

"Let me see, it can't be deleted, can it?"

But after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find it.

"Damn it, they didn't delete it, did they?!"

Jiang Wen's anger, which had just subsided, surged again rapidly.

"Clap clap clap..."

The next moment, he pounded on the keyboard, as if he wanted to vent his evil spirits on it.

"What a lousy internet cafe! It's a complete mess, like a pig being slaughtered, with people screaming and yelling nonstop!!"

Jiang Wen roared loudly.

Han Cheng couldn't find it either, so he quickly ran downstairs and called for the network administrator.

The network administrator searched for a while but couldn't find it, leaving only a message.

"No, it's already deleted, I can't find it!"

"what……"

Jiang Wen cried out in surprise.

"Damn, that's bullshit, utter bullshit!!"

He then left in anger.

Han Cheng hurriedly chased after him.

Jiang Wen left the internet cafe and walked down the street.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Don't get angry, don't get angry! The most important thing now is to memorize the script; you'll easily forget it over time!"

Jiang Wen quickly suppressed his anger and turned to ask:

"Are there any decent internet cafes nearby? The kind that doesn't lag and isn't noisy!"

Han Cheng thought for a moment and said:

"Yes, there is one near our school, Xinxin Internet Cafe. The computers there are high-spec and it's quieter."

"Okay, let's go there, quick." Jiang Wen nodded.

The two hailed a taxi and headed towards Xinxin Internet Cafe.

However, it was also incredibly coincidental.

Because business is so good.

Xinxin Internet Cafe is out of private rooms.

Only one private room remained on the fourth floor, and it still had four machines.

Jiang Wen was helpless and couldn't help but curse:

"Han Cheng!!"

"You little rascal, this is what you call a good environment!"

Han Cheng lowered his head, his face extremely bitter, and whispered:

"Uncle, Uncle, don't be angry. There weren't this many people before. It's probably because it's Sunday today and there are more people!"

Jiang Wen cursed:

"Hmph, you have plenty of reasons. Don't call me uncle, you are my uncle!"

Han Cheng quickly said:

"Uncle, please don't be angry. I'll go and talk to them and see if we can free up a private room."

"Go ahead, go ahead, you're all talk and no action! You're more likely to cause trouble than anything else!"

Jiang Wen turned his head away, not even wanting to look at his nephew.

Han Cheng still had some money on him.

So they started asking from the second floor all the way up.

However, people in the capital city were generally not poor.

Who would want his little bit of money?

They're all cursing him. Tell him to get out and stop interfering with your game.

A coincidence occurred.

Fourth floor.

Zhou Yang and his three companions were on the fourth floor.

Han Cheng saw that they couldn't reach an agreement, so what should he do?

We need to go check out an empty machine on the fourth floor first.

Or could we ask the other three to leave so that my uncle could write the script in peace?

He's not stupid; he knows he can't keep delaying.

The brain can remember things, but it's easy to forget them when angry.

If he forgets the plot of Zhou Yang's script, he'll curse his nephew to death.

Han Cheng ran very fast and found the empty machine.

Three people in the room are playing Counter-Strike.

He went in to discuss whether he could give them the room for 50 yuan each.

Who knows?

The three people were still unwilling.

Helpless, Han Cheng went to look for another private room.

"Hmm??"

Just as I was about to push the door open, I saw a familiar figure inside through the crack.

Zhou Yang —

Han Cheng saw all four people in the room.

Then I noticed there was no script in the room.

He quickly ran downstairs and told Jiang Wen the good news.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wen glared at him angrily.

"So this was your idea, to steal again?"

Han Chengdao:

"Uncle, I checked, all four roommates are here, but the script isn't there. Maybe Zhou Yang put the script back in the dorm?"

"Do you think everyone else is stupid! It was lost once, and you still left it there to steal!" Jiang Wen said jokingly.

"Let's give it a try, see if we get lucky. Maybe it really is there, then we won't have to go through the trouble of preserving it!"

Jiang Wen pondered for a moment:

"Alright, I didn't finish the last seven or eight pages either. Go ahead, and remember to be quick."

Han Cheng laughed loudly:

"Don't worry, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"