I Have A Super USB Drive

In the middle of the night, as the party at the Silko Hotel ended, Studepunk left the banquet hall with everyone's compliments.

Stude Punk, a well-known Hollywood director, has made forty films since he entered the industry at the age of 25, two of which have exceeded $700 million at the box office and entered the ranks of the top 100 in Hollywood history. Talented.

This year, he is only forty-five years old, and he is at the peak of his career.

Just some time ago, his new script had just been finalized and handed over to the filmmaker.

But Stimpunk was not satisfied with the script.

Obviously, there are too many meaningless elements in that script, and many settings have lost entertainment in order to highlight the so-called scientific and logical nature, which is very unreasonable in a commercial blockbuster that pursues box office. .

After all, the audience came to the screening hall to pursue an audio-visual feast, not to find any rationality.

It's a pity that this script was brought by the Edwards family, and the other party appointed him to shoot it.

Although this chaebol is extremely low-key, but no one in the industry knows that the other party controls at least one fifth of Hollywood.

In the face of this level of capital, Studebaker has no room for rejection.

Therefore, without changing the general plot, Studebaker can only work hard on the shaping of the characters.

The helpless Studepunk finally decided to make the villains extremely powerful, and in order to highlight the mystery, he did not even explain who these villains were at the end, but gave an open ending——

Did the protagonist finally put the drug in the hands of the board? Did he succeed, or did he fail?

Nobody knows.

Obviously, this kind of shooting is extremely daring, and it will be worthless by the major rating websites, but if it is successful, there is still some hope of counterattack.

Now, I only hope that the film will have more than 200 million box office after its release.

Studepunk prayed secretly that if it was less than 200 million, the Edwards family would lose money, and not only would his future be at risk, but his name would also be greatly reduced.

However, these worries can only be stored in the heart. On the surface, Studepunk still maintains a very high self-confidence. As the party ended, Stupunk left the Silkdo Hotel in the middle of the stars.

After finding his car in the parking lot, Studepunk made a slight estimate. He only drank two cans of beer, and two hours had passed. At this time, the blood alcohol index should not exceed 0.05.

Driving in North America is not illegal when the BAC index is less than 0.05.

After all, he was only forty-five years old, and he still had a lot of time to fight and live. Studepunk didn't want to ruin his great life because of a little alcohol.

After confirming that his state would not affect his driving, Stipunk cautiously got into the car, but before he could start it, he suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness behind him.

It's as if someone is sitting in the seat behind him...

Stimpunk turned his head subconsciously, only to find that there was nothing behind him, and no one was in his back seat.

Delusion?

Studepunk frowned, as if it would be better for him to drink less in the future.

As the car started slowly, the illusion of someone in the back seat continued to linger, and Stimpunk had no choice but to use the car stereo. Suddenly, a punk rock music from the 1980s came out.

Studepunk hummed to the music as he drove home.

Until the car drove out of the urban area and came to the inaccessible suburban area,

Studepunk suddenly felt a coldness again, he couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror, but suddenly his whole body trembled!

Suddenly, a stranger sat in his back seat and stared straight at him!

Crunch!

Stimpunk stepped on the brakes subconsciously, and the whole car made a violent tire friction sound and stopped in the middle of the road!

Hallucinations from drinking too much alcohol? still……

Studepunk clenched the steering wheel tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping down. He suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly turned to look at the back seat...

"Mr. Studepunk, it's me."

However, before he could confirm whether all this was an illusion, the person in the back seat suddenly spoke up.

The man with the unique accent of the Central Continent, "Our boss wants to see you."

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng Chao?"

Until this time, Stipunk finally saw clearly that the man in the back seat turned out to be the producer of the business card party!

"Mr. Cheng Chao, why are you in my car?"

Studepunk looked vigilant, but before he could press the alarm button, the back of his neck suddenly became numb, and the other party seemed to have injected himself with something!

Studepunk's heart sank, and he was about to resist, but suddenly a drowsiness hit him like a flash flood. He didn't even have time to press the alarm, and he completely lost consciousness.

...

Suburbs of Los Angeles. Inside a dim, abandoned warehouse.

Chen Chen sat in the warehouse, playing with a pendant on his neck. After a while, he saw an unfamiliar car parked outside the warehouse.

The door opened, and Cheng Chao stepped in, with a comatose man on his shoulders.

"Boss, this is Mr. Stupunk, the director of our film."

Cheng Chao put the man on a seat, then scooped out a basin of water and poured it directly on the man's forehead.

Affected by this stimulation, the unconscious man couldn't help but shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the other party awake, Cheng Chao turned around and walked out of the warehouse, and stayed outside to prevent anyone from approaching here.

Chen Chen silently stared at the other party. He had seen this person several times on the Internet, and he was well-known. He was considered a director close to the top in Hollywood.

At this time, as he woke up, Studepunk's eyes gradually returned to focus. He first looked around, and then showed a dazed look.

"Who are you...? Where am I?"

"Mr. Studepunk, I'm sorry to meet you in this format. Let me introduce myself."

Chen Chen spoke lightly, with a unique hoarse voice, "My name is Chen Chen, I'm the boss of a company, and I'm also an investor in the movie you made."

"Investor?" Studepunk wanted to stand up, but he felt powerless. He had to hold his head and whispered, "What do you want, I've finished filming according to your request, my body what happened……"

"Mr. Studepunk, we have no ill will, you are just under the influence of a little tranquilizer, which will recover in a few hours."

With that said, Chen Chen walked out of the shadow of the warehouse, walked to the dilapidated desk, and pressed a button lightly.

Suddenly, a burst of ethereal music flowed.

In the dim light, Stimpunk saw a tape recorder and a pack of cigarettes on the table.

"Do you smoke, Mr. Studepunk?"

Chen Chen took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed one to Stimpunk. Stimpunk originally wanted to refuse, but he was afraid that the other party would get angry, so he had to take it.

Chen Chen first lit the cigarette himself, and then held the lighter in front of Stimpunk.

"Mr. Stupunk, look here..."

"Crack!"

With the sound of a crisp roller rubbing flint, a splendid flame slowly rose.

In the ethereal music, Studepunk only felt what seemed to be a puff of smoke in his face.

"Mr. Studepunk, I count to one and you'll go back to the day the movie was made..."

It seemed that someone was saying something in his ear, but at this time Stimpunk could no longer hear it, and his eyes fell into a daze again. It seemed that in the whole world, there was only that gorgeous firelight...