The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

Feng Su sat down tremblingly.

On the left is the world's best actor, and on the right is an international director. If you don't take pictures and post them on Moments, it seems that this opportunity is wasted.

Before she could figure out how to say hello, Liu Jinsheng had already poured her a glass of whiskey: "Come, try it."

The amber liquid flows into the glass, reflecting a jewel-like luster.

Feng Su thanked in a daze.

She reached for the wine glass, but the glass was snatched away by Li Si: "Drinking just after waking up? Be careful to become an alcoholic."

Liu Jinsheng choked when he heard the words, staring at the glass in his hand, suddenly it was difficult to speak.

... It's strange.

He drank it down boldly, and poured himself another big glass.

Feng Su pursed her mouth, and took a sip of milk helplessly. At this time, Li Si also finished frying the last dish. After serving the dishes, he sat down opposite Director Tian: "Let's get down to business."

Director Tian's expression was a bit serious.

On professional issues, this old man is always rigorous.

"I am the director, and Jin Sheng is the leading actor. The budget is in the early 60 million, which is barely enough. And with the momentum of "Big Thief", we can promote to movie fans that this is the original crew of "Big Thief" and give the new film Build momentum."

Director Tian spoke logically, except for one point that Li Si disagreed with.

"I will play the male lead." Li Si took a bite of food.

If an ordinary actor were sitting here today, he would definitely fly into a rage.

Because this is not the attitude of asking people to participate in the show.

But Liu Jinsheng was different. He pondered for a few seconds and then said, "I want to read the script first."

Actors and roles have a so-called fit.

The better the fit, the better it will end up in the movie.

Compared with getting an important role, Liu Jinsheng cares more about making the work perfect.

Li Si nodded slightly, as if she had a plan in mind: "Bean sprouts, bring the pen and paper."

Bean Sprout jumped off the stool and went into the house to find a pen and paper for Li Si.

Liu Jinsheng and Director Tian stared at him blankly.

"Could this script be..." Director Tian rubbed his temples vigorously, praying that that damn premonition would not come true.

"That's right, it's next." Li Si was proud.

Liu Jinsheng quietly put down the wine bottle, bent over and tried to escape from the kitchen.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Si grabbed his ankle with a tiger leap: "Brother Liu! You promised me!"

Liu Jinsheng was sweating: "Brother Li, it's not that I won't help you. It's just that the water here is too deep, I can't handle it."

Taking advantage of the tugging between the two, Dao Tian stood up calmly and moved against the wall.

Just as he was about to leave the kitchen, he heard a crisp voice: "Huh? Uncle Tian is leaving now?"

Director Tian lowered his head.

I saw Bean Sprout standing there, holding a pen and paper, with innocent eyes.

"My brother said that Uncle Tian will make a super-extremely good-looking movie, and I can appear in it too. Is it true?"

The little girl's eyes were shining, and her voice was so pitiful.

Director Tian instantly felt that he had received 10,000 points of critical damage. If he stepped out of this door, he would become a sinner who hurt the little girl's heart.

He sat back dejectedly.

"No matter how you say it, this is too much nonsense. The youngest senior screenwriter in the industry is also more than 20 years older than you."

Tian Daoyu earnestly said: "Listen to my brother's advice, let's not be so ambitious, why not look for that white bearded man before? I think you two get along quite well."

Li Si temporarily stopped fighting and sighed:

"I'm afraid not. That bearded man has been seeing a psychiatrist recently. I asked him if he wanted to go out together to relax, but instead he blocked my number."

Director Tian was full of question marks.

At this time, Liu Jinsheng got out from under Li Si and shouted angrily: "You are not yet twenty years old, you haven't finished college, have you? You are still writing scripts, if this is a good script, I will..."

Feng Su weakly raised her hand: "My Li Si graduated from Chang'an University."

Liu Jinsheng's expression froze.

He turned his head stiffly: "You? Chang'an University?"

Li Si nodded.

"The major of Drama Studies and Literary Criticism." Feng Su whispered, adding another knife.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Director Tian and Liu Jinsheng coughed violently at the same time, and after coughing, they looked at each other.

Liu Jinsheng shrugged and sat back at the table: "Then, why don't you just take a look."

Chang'an University, majoring in Chinese Opera and Literature.

With this degree, his status in the entertainment industry is roughly equivalent to that of the Thai royal family, Korean chaebols, and oil guys in the Middle East.

Seeing that they finally let go, Li Si spread out the pen and paper. But before he wrote a word, he was stopped by Liu Jinsheng who couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's enough to just talk about it. Whether it's a good script or not is up to us to judge."

That's okay, after all, the story is in the head, and Li Si just retells it.

So he collected his thoughts and said:

"Next, I want to tell the story of a ruse, an elaborate bank robbery. First let me make it clear that it has nothing to do with any actual event..."

...

The man was running in the rain, and the overwhelming rain curtain drenched him completely.

He looked like a madman to others, but the man knew what he was doing.

He was chasing the cigarette that fell into the water.

Sewage flowed across the ground, but the cigarettes stubbornly moved in the same direction.

Until the cigarette swirled and was washed into the sewer by water, the man looked up, and the bright signboard of the Bank of Rio de Janeiro was above his head at this moment.

sewer.

bank.

As if lightning had pierced his head, the man's whole body trembled with excitement.

"I'm going to be a millionaire," he murmured.

...

"Mark it here, yes, this is how we calculate the distance from the manhole cover to the bank."

The men gathered together, with a piece of draft paper in the middle. A simple triangle was drawn on the paper, like a child's doodle.

But everyone's eyes are burning.

"Okay, math time." Their planner clapped his hands.

"When you know the distance from the ground to the manhole cover, and you know the distance from the manhole cover to the bank. Now, what can we get?"

"Yeah, just simple trigonometry." He grinned.

"A tunnel leading directly to the bank, which is the hypotenuse of the triangle."

...

"You cannot judge me."

In prison, the man turns his back on the police.

"There's always more money in the vaults of the Bank of Rio, and it will always be. But at the same time, someone is going to starve tonight."

His voice was calm: "The moment I opened the vault, I knew that our crimes were nothing compared to theirs."

...

The story is not long, and Li Si gave an overview in only fifteen minutes.

Liu Jinsheng put down his pen, and the pen and paper was temporarily requisitioned by him, and dense information was recorded on it. He stared at the small words and looked again and again, and finally clapped his hands in conviction.

"I'll join." Liu Jinsheng said flatly.

Tian Daoze pondered for a long time, then let out a soft breath.

"What's the name of the movie?"

After a pause, Li Si picked up the pen and left a few large flowing characters on the paper.

"The Heist of the Century."