Reversing Life

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Zhu Wei works in the planning department of a film and television company. As a newcomer in the workplace, his daily task is to pick out a script that seems not so bad from a pile of bad scripts, numbly reply to the rejection message, and then endure the disgust to read the next bad script.

His work today seems to be no different. When passing by the company's front desk, the girl with a sweet smile called him: "There is a courier, which is to be sent to the planning department. You can take it over."

Zhu Wei thought it was something that someone bought at the same time, and took it without thinking much. The thing was a small bag the size of a palm, dirty on the outside, a little soft to pinch, and a small hard object in the middle. It was hard to tell what it was based on vision and touch. As for the delivery information, it only wrote the planning department of their company.

It might be a submission from a young man. Zhu Wei thought. He sees a lot of such people every day. They just write a bunch of nonsense things with passion, and then ambitiously choose the address of a big company on Baidu and start submitting. The person who came today seemed to be even more stupid. He didn't even know how to use email. He might lose the money for the courier and the money for the USB flash drive.

He came to his office as usual, turned on the computer and worked for a while. As usual, he was confused by a pile of junk scripts. His peripheral vision swept over the dirty courier bag on the table that had not been opened. He hesitated, reached out for a utility knife, and cut it open.

Inside was a cheap USB flash drive that could be bought at any street shop, which was exactly what he expected. Since it had already been opened, he put the USB flash drive into the computer with the idea that it couldn't be any worse.

Clicking on the folder, he hastily browsed the directory of the file and opened one of them as if watching a joke. However, the more he read, the more excited he felt. The beginning of just a few thousand words had already caught him deeply, making him want to see what was next.

Where did this purple star come from? Could it be that a well-known screenwriter sent it to their boss?

He resisted the urge to read on, glanced at the gray courier bag, and then glanced at the USB flash drive that seemed to fall apart at any time. He said to himself that it was impossible, exited the document, and looked at the title of the script - he remembered that the author's name was in the title. However, he had never heard of this name, which made Zhu Wei doubt whether he was really a related practitioner.

He read the script eagerly, and a long time had passed. Thinking of the long list of files in the folder he had just seen, he was even more excited. He carefully unplugged the USB flash drive and put it away. Looking at it, he felt that his chances of success were all in this USB flash drive.

He was just thinking about how to deal with such things, and suddenly found that the communication software hanging on the computer had accumulated a long list of numbers when he was not paying attention.

It wouldn't be like this in the past. Zhu Wei clicked on it and saw their boss constantly refreshing the screen with an excited tone: "USB flash drive! A small USB flash drive, who took it! It was delivered to us, who took it!"

There are a few more pictures below, an ugly and cheap USB flash drive was placed on the table, obviously taken casually: "Like this!"

Zhu Wei couldn't help but sweat. Did he really take the boss's things? He quickly privately chatted with their boss and carefully replied: "Sorry, boss, the USB flash drive is here..."

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Zhu Wei works in the planning department of a film and television company. As a newcomer in the workplace, his daily task is to pick out a seemingly less rubbish script from a pile of rubbish scripts, numbly reply to the rejection message, and then endure the disgust to read the next rubbish script.

His work today seems to be no different. When passing by the company's front desk, the girl with a sweet smile stopped him: "There is a courier to be delivered to the planning department, you take it over."

Zhu Wei thought it was something bought at the same time, and didn't think much about it, so he took it. That thing was a small bag the size of a palm. It was dirty on the outside and a little soft to the touch. There was a small hard object in the middle. It was hard to tell what it was by sight and touch. As for the recipient information, it only said the planning department of their company.

It might be a submission from some young man. Zhu Wei thought. He saw many such people every day. They wrote a bunch of meaningless things just out of passion, and then ambitiously selected the address of a big company on Baidu and started submitting. The one who came today seemed to be a little stupider. He didn't even know how to use email. I'm afraid he would lose the money for the courier and the money for the USB flash drive inside.

He came to his office as usual, turned on the computer and worked for a while. As usual, he was dizzy by a pile of rubbish scripts. He glanced at the dirty courier bag on the table that had not been opened. He hesitated, reached out for a utility knife, and cut it open.

Inside was a cheap USB flash drive that could be bought at a small street shop. It was exactly as he expected. Since it was already opened, he put the USB drive into the computer with the idea that it couldn't be any worse.

Clicking on the folder, he hastily browsed through the directory of the files and opened one of them as if watching a joke. However, the more he read, the more excited he felt. The opening of just a few thousand words had already deeply captured him and made him want to read the next content.

Where did this purple star come from? Could it be that some famous screenwriter sent it to their boss?

He resisted the desire to read on, glanced at the express bag that had turned gray, and glanced at the USB flash drive that seemed to be falling apart at any time. He secretly said "impossible" in his heart, exited the document and looked at the title of the script. ——He remembered that the author's name was in the title. However, he had never heard of this name, which made Zhu Wei doubt whether he was really a relevant practitioner.

It had been a long time since he read the script eagerly. Thinking of the long list of files he had just seen in the folder, he was even more excited. He carefully unplugged the USB flash drive and put it away. Looking at it, he felt that all his opportunities for success were in this USB flash drive.

He was just thinking about how to deal with such a thing when he suddenly discovered that the communication software hanging on the computer had accumulated a long series of numbers without him paying attention.

It wouldn't be like this usually. Zhu Wei opened it and saw their boss constantly scrolling inside, with an excited tone: "U disk! A small U disk, which one of you took it! Who of you took it when it was delivered to us by courier?" !”

There are a few pictures below. An ugly cheap small USB flash drive was placed on the table. It was obviously taken casually: "Just like this!"

Zhu Wei couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Did he really take away the boss's things? He quickly chatted with their boss privately and carefully replied: "I'm sorry, boss, I have that USB flash drive..."

There was no reply from the other party. Just when Zhu Wei was scared, she heard a bang on the door. The boss looked anxious and opened the door directly. He looked around and asked his colleagues sitting at the door: "Who is Zhu Wei?" The voice was extremely loud.

My colleague was also startled. He stood up and pointed at Zhu Wei’s position and said, "Over there..."

The boss walked over quickly, Zhu Wei quickly handed over the USB flash drive and whispered: "Right..."

Before he finished the last word, the boss grabbed the USB flash drive and left. This suddenly caused a situation that shocked the entire office.

It took a long time for someone to sigh: "What's going on?"

The sudden turmoil left no one talking in the entire office all morning. On the surface, this was true, but privately, the situation among colleagues without the leader was already in turmoil.

"Xiao Zhu, what's going on?" As the person involved, Zhu Wei was the first to be asked.

"I don't know either." He replied: "There are a lot of scripts on the USB flash drive. I opened one and read it. It was very well written. It will definitely be a hit if it is filmed."

"That's right." A well-informed colleague said mysteriously: "I heard that there is a scandal involving a big boss..."

"Who? Still scandal?"

"That's the one, Jiang Huating." The colleague continued: "Not only our company, but also many other companies have received the USB flash drive, which is full of scripts. This boss's masterpiece is also in it, and his name is not he."

"A shooter, or plagiarism?" The colleague reacted: "Could it be a frame-up?"

"No." The colleague who had the gossip continued: "The author of the big brother's masterpiece has more than one work, and the style and level are very similar."

"I still feel something is wrong." Zhu Wei said: "Such a talented person can succeed in anything, how can he go back to being a gunman?"

"I don't know about that." Then the colleague called him @: "Thank you for not throwing away the USB disk?"

Zhu Wei: "Huh?"

"Do you know, I received a courier next door, and it was thrown away without even looking at it. I was almost driven to dig through the trash, but luckily I found it. There was also a company. When they found out about the situation, the USB flash drive had been thrown away for two days. Wow, they were so arrogant that they almost went to the garbage collection station to look for it themselves..."

Zhu Wei broke into a cold sweat.

"What should we do with these scripts?" A colleague asked while chatting with gusto.

"It is said that there are some that have been filmed, and some that have not been filmed. For those that have not been filmed, whoever gets it can film it themselves." The colleague said in a nonchalant tone: "It's a blockbuster movie, do you know how much money one can make?"

"What about Jiang Huating?"

"He must first produce evidence to prove that he wrote those scripts before we can talk about anything else." There was a hint of disdain in his colleague's words: "They are all people who are about to lose their reputation. Who cares about him."

Although every company tried its best to cover up this matter, the gossip spread quickly - after all, the first people to get the mysterious USB disk were almost all low-level employees, and they had seen everything they needed to see before contacting the senior executives. , the things that should be gossiped about with others are pretty much the same.

For a time, the famous actor and director Jiang Huating turned against the ghostwriter and became a hot topic - this is how public opinion is currently characterized.

Jiang Huating's reputation in the entertainment industry is not very good, but because he has talent and capital, the things he shoots are always popular, and everyone coaxes him. Now he was exposed, and his most attractive talents were all fake. Those who didn't like him in the first place had something to say. Jiang Huating's fans were so crowded that they didn't dare to speak.

But Jiang Huating himself seemed to really know nothing.