Gene from the 13th Department of Bright City

"Can we talk?"

A somewhat messy office was filled with various movie posters. On a small table, there was a contract and stacks of banknotes, totaling 300,000.

Beckinsale, who was wearing a gray professional work suit for women, seemed a little angry as she looked at the pure and sweet-looking girl in front of her. Several movie posters belonged to this little girl.

In the past few years, the entertainment industry has experienced explosive growth. The place where Beckinsale is located is the film and television district. The entire district is lined with various styles of architectural streets, all serving movies and TV series.

The actress in front of her was brought by Beckinsale from the stage theater of a restaurant on the ground floor. In just one year, this innocent and lovely girl has achieved success, but most of the movies she has participated in are The small-budget movie has achieved a certain box office, and now Beckinsale is a film producer and entertainment company owner.

"You are the third promising girl to leave here. The first two girls have now retired from the entertainment industry in just over a year."

Beckinsale said, but at this moment the girl turned around and opened the office door. The noise outside came in, including two bodyguards in black and a man with a contemptuous expression.

Beckinsale glanced at the 300,000 yuan in liquidated damages on the table, took a pocket, took 100,000 yuan from it, walked out quickly, and handed it into the girl's hand.

"Take care of yourself!"

The girl wiped her tears gratefully, bowed to Beckinsale solemnly, and then left on the arm of the man.

Standing at the door, Beckinsale smiled helplessly, took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke. On this film and television street, there are too many girls who want to come here to become famous, but many of them have not yet become famous. His reputation has fallen.

People walking on the street were all well-dressed people, and most of the younger rich kids would go to the film and television area to have fun during the New Year. Beckinsale sighed, feeling an indescribable bitterness in her heart.

Although there was an entertainment association, everything was so chaotic. At this time, several young people talking and laughing came over.

"Miss, would you like a drink tonight?"

Beckinsale looked at a few guys who looked like dogs and said with a sneer.

"Go home and drink with your mother."

As she spoke, she slammed the door. She leaned behind the frosted glass door, looking up at the rising smoke. Beckinsale complained to the Film Association several times, hoping to plan industry preparations to prevent some There was private money and sex transactions, but the association ignored them. She could imagine what would happen to the young actor who left here tonight. He must have been spotted by a certain boss, so he spent a lot of money to pay compensation. He paid liquidated damages and then asked her to terminate the labor contract with him.

The entertainment industry is becoming more and more like a large luxury goods trading market. Some peripheral investors and businessmen are also happy to enter and play this sensual game. For them, this is just a game, but this will only destroy the market. The entire industry.

There was a knock on the door, and Beckinsale frowned. At this time, the door opened and a handsome young man walked in and bowed.

"Miss Beckinsale, can we have dinner together?"

The man standing at the door is a young man named Lanny. He is a young prop maker in a movie prop manufacturing team. Beckinsale has collaborated with her several times on movies.

"Can you please take a look at it, Miss Beckinsale."

Lanny said as he took out his mobile phone from his briefcase, and then passed a document to Beckinsale. When Beckinsale opened it, he saw it was a novel, "The Watcher", signed by Xingyuan.

After a few casual glances, Beckinsale laughed.

"The beginning is boring and the text structure is problematic."

Lanny smiled and nodded.

"But I think this young man has great potential. You can watch it when you have time. I think the movie adaptation of this story would be good."

After Lanny left, Beckinsale began to tidy up the office.

When she had some free time, Beckinsale clicked on the novel written by this person named Xingyuan. The beginning was not as bad as what she just said, but it was just a little stiff. But as she continued reading, she found that soon I was sucked in by this story, which was just the beginning of tens of thousands of words that had not yet been written. After reading it, Beckinsale smiled.

Although the writing style seems a bit immature, there is a sense of excitement and a little expectation for the follow-up story. In the novel, words such as fate, shackles, breakthrough, and hope are used many times. The story is very tense at the point of these words.

At this time, there was a siren outside the house. Beckinsale opened the door and a management office car stopped. Seven administrators got out of the car and headed towards a small Victorian building next to her. .

After a while, a doctor and a nurse arrived in a car. People gathered around him, and several young people who were lost in their thoughts were brought down. One of them even argued that it had nothing to do with him.

After a while, a stretcher was carrying a woman with foaming at the mouth and gray eyes. Beckinsale knew her as a young actor nearby. Onlookers held their mobile phones, and some media reporters also Upon hearing the news, the cause of death was sudden cardiac death caused by shock due to overdose of hallucinogenic drugs.

Before, Beckinsale thought that this girl was sick because she lived next door and would talk to her from time to time. She was a very naive little girl who always dreamed of becoming famous overnight. Beckinsale took out a stick At this time, several reporters came over and interviewed Beckinsale.

"Excuse me, miss, do you think you live here?"

"A piece of shit!"

Beckinsale angrily pointed her middle finger at the camera, turned around and entered the house. The environment was getting worse and worse. Such things would only happen more and more in the future. The group of managers outside the house were not qualified to manage this city at all. .

The cage is reserved for those who wear shackles. Only the unyielding can break through the obstacles of fate and gain hope.

Beckinsale looked at the poster on the wall, and for a moment she kicked her foot on the table in annoyance. A pile of bills spilled on the floor. She walked quickly to the wall and pulled off the poster.

"No, it turns out I'm not suitable for this business. I might as well switch careers and open a restaurant here."

"I'm really sorry, uncle, really"

Wang Ying lowered her head. In a black car, Wang Degui smiled and shook his head. There was only an 8-year age difference between him and his niece. They had often played together since childhood. The relationship between uncle and nephew was very good.

"Xiaoying, it's okay. Stay strong and let me know if anything happens."

Wang Ying was dressed in pitch-black, with white flowers hanging on her chest. Behind her was a single-family house with a front and backyard. This was an area on the middle floor near the south. Today was the funeral of Wang Ying's father.

Wang Ying's father is the second eldest child in Wang Degui's generation, and Wang Degui is the younger brother of Wang Ying's father. He is also the youngest in this generation and has little power in the family. Wang Ying's father is competing with several other brothers and sisters. He was defeated in the process and was directly kicked out. The housing investment in the west suffered serious losses, which led to Wang Ying's father eventually being exhausted mentally and physically and had been ill for several years.

If Wang Degui hadn't taken over the construction of the Phoebus family's manor a few years ago, he wouldn't have any rights at home now. He has basically been marginalized, and the internal strife has become more and more serious.

Wang Ying bowed, Wang Degui smiled and pressed the car window. Wang Ying held a bag of money in her hand. It was almost impossible to survive. The house behind her that was used to hold her father's funeral would be destroyed tomorrow. Lord, there are still many former creditors of their family waiting outside.

Wang Ying begged them hard to let her father finish the funeral, and finally they agreed. Another year passed, and Wang Ying quietly stared at some of her father's former friends who kept coming out, all looking emotional.

Wang Ying turned around and walked over, giving a bag of money to the creditor on the side. After taking it, he nodded for a while.

"Next, sell the house and the money you owe us will be paid off."

Wang Ying quietly walked into the room. The mourning hall had begun to be dismantled. Her elderly mother was sitting in a wheelchair, crying silently. Wang Ying's eyes were blurred as she looked at the furniture that was being moved away.

Grandpa's sudden death, before the specific matters of the Wang family could be divided, the Wang family began to fall into chaos. Wang Ying noticed all this since she was a child. From a very young age, he often saw his uncles talking endlessly. Every time they quarreled, her uncle would stop her and take her away.

Wang Ying walked to a bag that had already been packed, took her father's urn, put it in her backpack, and pushed her mother to leave the home where she had lived for less than 5 years. She had no money left on her body, and she did not have any time with her uncle. When she opened her mouth, her uncle had already paid off all the debts for her. She also knew her uncle's difficulties and was afraid she would be blamed when she returned.

The two years after graduating from school were the most painful two years in Wang Ying's life. Although her father was pushed to the middle level, he still invested in the medical industry with only some funds, but it failed because The drug developed by a low-level doctor was destroyed due to a heinous robbery, and the doctor's family also died.

Fate plays tricks on people!

This was what her father said before he passed away. Wang Ying only understood the meaning of this sentence at this moment. She didn't know where she was going, and her mother was not in good health. She couldn't go back to the upper class. She had been there since she was very young. Wang Degui, the smartest person in the whole generation of the Wang family, was the only one who could get along well with her. The rest of the family didn't treat her well.

"What a bad life!"

Wang Ying smiled helplessly and pushed her mother to continue walking on the street. Today was obviously the beginning of the New Year, but this was probably the worst New Year she had ever had.

Recalling that morning two years ago, Wang Ying held her cell phone and looked at the familiar names, but she didn't call anyone. There was only Pullman, who could be seen on the news from time to time. No news.

"Go find your uncle Xiaoying!"

Her mother said with a distressed expression. Wang Ying shook her head. The only place in her memory where she could spend the night was the station.

"Mom, I'll find a temporary job later. It'll be no problem. I have a good head. I already owe uncle so much. It won't be good if I continue to trouble him. I'm not that thick-skinned."

At the entrance of a primary school located in the south of the ground floor, Chris's tall figure seemed very short at this time. He lowered his head. In front of him, people from the education committee had just inspected the school's facilities. Because they did not meet the regulations, the school It must be shut down, and classes can only continue after compliance with regulations.

The school is very large, with nearly 600 students and 12 teachers. As the principal, Chris has already made it clear that this is a public welfare school, and he just wants to give more children at the bottom the opportunity to receive education.

"Rules are rules, Principal Chris, please do what we mentioned."

“Can you give me some funds?”

Before Chris could finish his words, several people got in the car, and one of them said scornfully.

"You can figure it out on your own. If you don't have money, why would you open a school?"

Chris's tall figure curled up little by little at the door of the school, pressing his forehead with one hand and sobbing silently. Many teachers behind him just stood behind him quietly at this time, because no one could There is nothing I can do. I have discussed it with many local businessmen, but no one is willing to invest. I feel that Chris is wasting his time.

The parents of the students also came to the school. Chris also mentioned that he hoped that the parents would donate a sum of money to the school, but in the end very few were donated. Some parents even complained that they would not collect money as they had agreed before. The high cost of education has now changed.

The educational environment is very poor and the quality of education is very low. This is the current situation of some schools at the bottom. Many people who were complacent about opening schools eventually returned home, and some even just made money in the name of education. The tax revenue used for education finally goes into their own pockets and the pockets of local administrators through the operations of these people.

Chris couldn't resist anymore. In the past two years, he was too tired, and the annual education fund was only a pitiful 50,000 yuan, part of which was allocated under other names.

"Principal, how about we go to the upper levels to find a solution?"

A female teacher said this. Chris stood up and sucked the tip of his nose. He had to find a way. The school lacked funds. Chris took out the phone and looked at the names of the classmates on the phone with some trembling. He turned around. He walked quickly. Although it was embarrassing, he had to raise the funds within a month, otherwise he would not be able to face the students who returned to school.

In one phone call after another, Chris humbly asked for funds from his former classmates, but the answers he received made him feel ashamed.

"Okay, the most I can give you is 100,000. Sorry, Chris, I'm training a group of lawyers here now, I..."

"Thank you Pullman!"

Chris said excitedly, while Pullman sighed.

"100,000 won't solve anything at all. You have to understand why your school will be banned, because the three-year review period is coming soon. The education tax in local taxes needs to be fairly distributed to the students in the area. Yes, and you have so many students in the past two years, even if you can raise more money, they will not continue to let you run the school."

Chris lowered his head, he already knew this.

"It will become more and more obvious, class!"

"This is not an established fact that we can change now. Chris, I hope you can think clearly. This is what differentiated treatment is. Since education is something that can change a person's destiny, it cannot be cheap. Cheap education can only Let the quality of education go down, stop being stubborn, Chris, go back to the top, go back to your home.”

Chris looked desperately at the black mud at his feet, and everything in his ears began to fade away. But at this time, Chris' mind was filled with pictures of daily life in school.

"It is true that education cannot be cheap, but basic education must be cheap. If there is no one to do these things, people at the bottom will never have the opportunity to contact the middle and upper classes of society. I am not a pure idealist, Platinum "Man, you should know it, and you are the same. The simplest addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, literacy, and understanding certain things in society are just basic education. If no one lays this foundation,"

"Sorry Chris, I didn't mean to accuse you. Give me your card number and I will transfer the money directly to your account. I hope everything goes well for you."

Chris nodded.

"The same to you."

Pullman hung up the phone and stared quietly at the group of people in front of him. On his desk was a case commission from the Bar Association, an ambiguous case.

"Lawyer Pullman, I hope you can think this over carefully."

"If I do this kind of thing, as a lawyer, I"

Several people from the Lawyers Association stood up and laughed.

"Think carefully Pullman, as long as this case meets our expectations of you, you will soon be able to enter the cabinet of the Bar Association!"

Pullman bowed deeply and watched a few people leave. He knew very well what the Bar Association meant. The client of this case was a powerless ordinary person, but he held a decisive factor in his hands. evidence, and the defendant is a son of a family.

When the factual evidence was clear, the man did not ask for settlement money, but insisted on suing the son of the family who violated his wife.

Many people will choose to settle such matters quietly. Once the matter reaches the Law Hall, if it turns into a social incident, it will cause great damage to the family's reputation. The compensation has exceeded the amount of punitive fines imposed by the Law Hall, but the man Insisting on not wanting the compensation and going through the Law Hall, the man wanted to take revenge on the other party.

And the man also holds conclusive evidence in his hands. This evidence was confirmed by a firm organization of a large company. Even the people in the management office don't know about it. What the Lawyers Association wants to do is to become this man's attorney. , because men don’t trust most lawyers from the bar association.

Pullman naturally knew what to do. As long as he knew the so-called decisive evidence in the man's hand, the Bar Association would naturally have many ways to defeat the man in the law hall.

The Bar Association offered $1 million and put Pullman on the Bar Association's cabinet.

Pullman is hesitating whether to sell his soul for money and power or not to get involved. Over the years, he has clearly understood one thing. To collide with money and power is to hit the stone with an egg.

However, Pullman was shaken. Perhaps when he knew that the Bar Association cabinet extended an olive branch, he decided that if he wanted to climb up, he had to pay a price, even if the price was unconscionable, because if he could not climb up, Then nothing can be done.

Pullman picked up the phone. After a while, there was a cold laughter on the phone.

"Very well, Attorney Pullman, it's up to you."

"Ah! I know."

Pullman lowered his head with cold eyes. After a while, he raised his head and dialed the client's number.

"Hello, Mr. Ran Zhi, I am a lawyer from Golden Court Law Firm, Pullman!"