[MTL] The Fake Young Master Just Wants To Go Bankrupt

02

Things went smoothly beyond He Xun's imagination.

At this moment, he is sitting in the coffee shop that he made an appointment in advance and looking around.

The system funds cannot be used for all activities except the project. It has just cost seven yuan to take a taxi, which makes He Xunyi's poor family worse.

It doesn't matter, He Xunyi thought to himself. When all the 600,000 yuan is spent, there is no left, it will be time for him to turn over!

"Hello, are you Mr. He?"

He Xunyi looked up and saw a... Well, big brother?

The person who came was in his forties, wearing black-framed glasses, a blue shadow near his lips, his hair was messy, and his figure was slightly fat. He was wearing a fat shirt and a pair of black and white striped shorts, which looked a little untidy.

"Yes, you are Jiang Yanrong... Sir, right? Please sit down, please sit down."

He Xunyi wiped his sweat secretly. When he saw the name, he had a preconceived idea and thought it was a female screenwriter, but he didn't expect it to be an artistic big brother.

As soon as Jiang Yanrong sat down, he said excitedly, "Mr. He, you don't know how excited I am when I see your script outline, because the script I created is almost the same as the setting you want! What a wonderful fate this is!"

"I have really prepared this script for a long time. Please take a look. I look forward to the stars and the moon, that is, I just want to see my own script on the screen one day..."

The sudden enthusiasm made He Xun at a loss.

"Ah... Good." He hasn't reacted yet. A pack of paper has been stuffed in his hand.

"These are the first two episodes of the script." Jiang Yanrong added.

But Jiang Yanrong didn't seem to have the intention of stopping. He continued to talk endlessly, starting from the setbacks he suffered in his creation, the incomprehension of his family and friends, and the people around him secretly laughed at him for not doing his job.

"I really like this matter. Every time I pick up the pen, it's like the character comes to life and walks through the plot, and I'm a recorder... Mr. He, do you understand that feeling?"

"I can understand... Is it?" He Xunyi hesitated to answer.

But the other party didn't need his response at all. He didn't know when he talked about his favorite writer. He regarded her as an idol and said that his writing style was deeply influenced by her.

Under Jiang Yanrong's expectant eyes, He Xunyi stubbornly opened the transparent document cover.

The more he looked, the wider his eyes opened.

For a long time, He Xunyi suddenly looked up and said, "Soulmate!" I didn't expect that in this era, there could be such a vicious ancient plot full of dog blood!

Jiang Yanrong, who was waiting anxiously, almost burst into tears when he heard the words. He has long lost hope and is even ready to be ridiculed.

"Uncle, this plot is good. Don't write it next time."

"I have all due respect, this kind of thing is simply a lump*."

"It's not me who hit you..."

He recalled the scenes he had experienced in the past, and those gray memories all disappeared in a person's surprised voice--

"Sommate!"

Jiang Yanrong's world is so bright, and he is recognized!

"May I take the liberty of asking who your favorite idol is?" He Xunyi asked that after reading the script, he was really curious.