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A certain little flower with an inelegant sleeping posture fell asleep.

"Huh...huh..."

On the plane, Qin Dong was also fast asleep.

Why did you choose to leave for a foreign country at night? It was actually intentional, because you needed to do it for more than ten hours. How would you spend your time?

sleep.

I took a flight at night and after a good sleep, the plane arrived and I woke up just in time.

It just flew to the other hemisphere, and it might be night when we get there.

...

"ah......"

Yang Huami woke up under the sun's rays. She picked up her phone and checked the time. She found that it was already past eight o'clock in the morning, and then she remembered that she fell asleep while waiting for a text message last night.

I scrolled through the text messages on my phone, but there were no new messages.

I checked the phone and there was no missed call.

Suddenly he shouted in displeasure.

"Who are you? You haven't replied to your letter all night. Even if you go to bed, it's already early in the morning and you should wake up."

"Hmph...men are all big pigs."

It was the first time that a man treated her so perfunctorily, and Yang Huami was very unhappy.

She has been a pretty girl since she was little. She is the center of attention wherever she goes, especially boys. Who doesn't like her? It was the first time she took the initiative to send a text message to a boy, and being ignored like this, there was a huge gap.

...

China Film.

Office of the Director of the Publishing Department.

Gao Liang, who came to the company, was busy for a while and then took some time off. Thinking of what happened to Qin Dong yesterday, he immediately asked his assistant to get the script that had been registered with the radio and television.

Qin Dong was in a hurry yesterday and was in a hurry, so Gao Liang didn't ask Qin Dong for the script at that time. Now that he thought about it, he definitely wanted to read it first.

"Code 001."

"Code 002."

"Code 003."

When the three scripts were placed on the table, Gao Liang smiled silently as he looked at the three names. Was it because he was keeping it a secret or because he hadn't thought of a good name yet?

"Nonsense..."

After Gao Liang carefully read the script of [Code Name 001], he suddenly slapped the table in displeasure.

I just thought about it, held back my anger, and continued to watch. After reading the remaining two scripts, Gao Liang's face became ugly. He closed his eyes and thought for more than ten minutes before opening them and casting his eyes on the table.

The three scripts on it did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he stood up, took three scripts and walked out of the door. After a while, he arrived in a room, knocked on the door and entered:

"Mr. Han."

As the boss of China Film Group Corporation, Mr. Han smiled when he saw Gao Liang’s face:

"Xiao Gao, what's wrong with you? Your face is so solemn this morning. Is something wrong?"

Gao Liang forced a forced smile, shook his head and handed over the script in his hand:

"Mr. Han, please take a look at these three scripts, mainly the two above, and give me some opinions."

Mr. Han looked at Gao Liang's face, lowered his head and took the script, looking at the top [Codename 001] while saying:

"It seems that someone has given you a problem. You feel it is difficult to review it, but you are reluctant to part with it. Which company's work is this?"

Gao Liang is not surprised that his boss can guess:

"Mr. Han, a new director, a very bold new director, is Qin Dong, the director of a film I signed [Journey to the Road: Springtime]."

Mr. Han was a little surprised:

"That young man, Qin Dong, I know. I originally wanted to meet this person last time, but I didn't expect... It seems that I will definitely go next time."

After saying that, there was silence, and the room became quiet, except for the occasional sound of turning the pages of a book.

"Pa..."

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Han put down the script, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and sighed:

"No wonder you feel embarrassed, Xiao Gao. This kid is really brave."

What can Gao Liang say, just smile bitterly.

"Well, Xiao Gao, from this [Codename 001] script, you tell Qin Dong to remove the allusion to the United States. Not only that, but also not to reflect any country. It is best to arrange it into a private terrorist organization.

, rather than some state-backed organization, understand?”

Mr. Han thought for a moment and added:

"Also, the background should be set on Hong Kong Island, not in mainland cities."

Gao Dian nodded. He couldn't decide on these words, so he wanted President Han's approval.

After the boss spoke, he felt relieved.

...

"This script..."

After another half an hour, Mr. Han's expression changed. He placed his hand on the script [Codename 002] he had just read, and began to hesitate. This script also made him embarrassed, and it was a bit difficult to make a decision.

Gao Liang saw this situation and smiled bitterly:

"Mr. Han, have you seen this kid? I saw him doing things simply before, but I didn't expect him to be so courageous."

"As the old saying goes, it takes three steps to take one step, but he is good. After making a movie, two, three, four, five, six scripts are ready. This is taking six steps to take one step."

"I have never seen such a person, well, I should say a director in my life."

Mr. Han did not answer these words, but looked at the script he was holding:

"The script was adapted from a rumor circulating around the world. This guy has ideas. He is really different from our mainland directors. He is just too courageous."

"Even the leader can be sacrificed. How can such a plot be reviewed?"

"Well, Xiao Gao, I'll put this on hold for now. It's still early. When this kid's movie comes out next time, I'll go see him in person."

Gao Liang nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, Mr. Han, I remember."

....

...

The next morning in Kyoto, it was already dark in the city of Hollywood.

After a restful sleep, Qin Dong took Zheng Dajun out of the airport and checked into the Hilton Hotel, a large hotel near Hollywood Boulevard.

In a country where you can buy guns at will, Qin Dong is very cautious and refuses to stay in a small place. He must stay in a hotel in a prosperous area or a high-end community to feel at ease.

This kind of capital country is a paradise for rich people.

Before Qin Dong came, he searched the Internet specifically and found a very interesting introduction, saying that there were 100 households in a high-end community, 300 households in a middle-class community, and more than 1,000 households in a civilian community.

But the local police force distribution is like this: high-end communities have the fewest households, but the maximum police force is 150 police officers.

Next are 70,,, and finally 30.

If something happens in a civilian community, two people in a police car will come to investigate.

If it is in other mid-to-high-end communities, there will be a few cars or a dozen or twenty cars, and they will come in groups.

...

"Army."

In the Hilton Hotel, Qin Dong opened a suite and looked around while winking at Zheng Dajun.

For two people, the suite is just right for each person.

"Um."

Zheng Dajun nodded and immediately searched around the room, in the corners, on the sofa, under tables and chairs, on the walls, on the ceiling, in the bathroom, and in the bedroom. He would sometimes bend over and sometimes lie on the floor.

, and for a while I squinted at the exhaust fan and other places.

After a while, seeing Zheng Dajun quieten down, Qin Dong asked in a low voice:

"How about it?"

Zheng Dajun shook his head:

"It's safe, there are no monitors or anything like that, Mr. Qin."

"call..."

Qin Dong breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and sat down on the sofa.

It’s not that Qin Dong is petty, but there are many gadgets like mini cameras and monitors installed in places like hotels, so be careful and you won’t make any big mistakes:

"Army, when you go back, introduce some of your comrades. After next year, I will need to fly abroad frequently. I don't feel at ease with too few bodyguards."

Zheng Dajun nodded in agreement:

"Understood, Mr. Qin, I will contact you when I get back."

"Well, you should go back to the house and take a shower and change clothes. I'll take you for a massage later and experience what's going on here at night, haha."

"..."

Zheng Dajun's eyes widened.

I really want to refuse, but my body is very honest and I can't speak.