Lin Chuan faced the computer, and there was only one line of words on the flickering screen: "1. Villa, night, inside".
It's been three days, and every day Lin Chuan is facing this line of words, and he really can't understand why he hasn't collapsed yet.
Lin Chuan was also forced to take this job, he didn't like the producer named Yin Lu.
Yin Lu met through a friend, and the first time they met was in the summer of this year, in a food stall on the street, Yin Lu handed over a business card, a producer of Lingxue Film and Television Company.
Lin Chuan glanced at it and didn't take it to heart, he had never heard of such a film and television company. In Lin Chuan's judgment, Yin Lu basically belongs to the kind of person who shouts everywhere to make films, and then cheats money, which is called "making money" in the jargon. Once he gets the money, he will make a rag film to fool the investors, but most of the money goes into his pocket, of course, when he can't get the money, he cheats everywhere and gets by. This kind of person is what Lin Chuan looks down on the most.
It's strange to say, maybe there are really a lot of rich people hidden in this place, so there will be many such liars who come here over the mountains and mountains, so the film and television industry has also developed here, Lin Chuan vaguely remembers that he was also full of confidence to break into the God, what year was that? Lin Chuan didn't bother to think about it anymore, he only knew that the people of Huangdu were not easy to deceive, and their cleverness was unimaginable to people outside.
Actually, Lin Chuan's judgment of Yin Lu is not groundless, he just doesn't like this person very much, in Lin Chuan's feeling, a person who takes the initiative to find you and then sends business cards everywhere is definitely a bastard if not a liar. Especially in the most civilian liquor game such as food stalls, it is obviously very inappropriate to issue business cards indiscriminately.
But this time, Lin Chuan had to rely on Yin Lu because he couldn't pay the rent anymore.
Lin Chuan is a gunslinger.
In the film and television industry, the gunman is the screenwriter who does not have the right of authorship. A famous screenwriter received a job, and then found a few gunmen like Lin Chuan to write it, and after writing it, the famous screenwriter took it over and sorted it out a little, and then signed his name and handed it to the producer.
In the city of God, where the film and television industry has just started, the number of gunmen is also increasing year by year, many people want to look for opportunities here, but in fact, there are not many people who have the opportunity, and the competition for gunners is also fierce, people who are too thoughtful or too individual are not suitable for this industry at all, and Lin Chuan is just such a person, so many jobs that could have been done have been lost inexplicably. Naturally, Lin Chuan had no money, so he could only live in the basement, and often had to endure the cynicism of the landlord.
When Lin Chuan couldn't pay the money. Yin Lu found him, but this was something Lin Chuan didn't expect.
According to Yin, he finally found an investor. This successful man wanted to make a TV series about the hardships he had when he started his business, and he happened to meet Yin Lu.
Lin Chuan finally understood why Yin Lu, who had only met a few times and had no deep friendships, would find him.
That successful person must be a narcissist, there have always been a lot of narcissists in the God's capital, for this kind of person, after the script is written, he must personally see it, and then put forward opinions that can almost be accumulated into literature, ignoring the writing requirements of the script at all, but as a screenwriter, he can only revise the script he worked so hard to write according to these inexplicable opinions.
This kind of modification is endless, no screenwriter can bear it, changing the draft eight or nine times has almost become the norm, maybe this is the reason why Yin Lu found himself, if in the past, Lin Chuan would definitely refuse such a script, but now it doesn't work, the rent is like a knife on his chest, he has to accept it.
Yin Lu paid 10% of the script advance payment first, and Lin Chuan's rent was finally paid, but then he could only face the computer in a daze. He regretted taking such a job.
For Lin Chuan, who doesn't have to work at all, there is no big difference between the urban area and the suburbs, not to mention that the city is not very big, and for the same money, there may be better houses to live in in the suburbs.
So what is Lin Chuan for? He often asks himself, why is he reluctant to leave, what is there in this basement to remember?
For this question, Lin Chuan thought about it for a long time, but he never understood it.
Lin Chuan couldn't even remember when he lived in this basement.
In his memory, this basement was as important as the city of God, if not more important than God's Capital?
This question has been bothering Lin Chuan and making him want to stop, but he has never told anyone, he just vaguely feels that this basement hides a secret that only he can unravel, and this secret determines his choice and answers why he is so obsessed with this place.
Lin Chuan raised his head, took his already completely dull gaze away from the computer screen with only one line of words, and began to look around.
In fact, this ordinary basement is too familiar to be more familiar, but every time he re-examines it, Lin Chuan always has a strange feeling, as if his entire life is recorded here, at this time, he is no longer the tenant of this room, more like a part of this room, a brick or even just a piece of wall skin.
The seven or eight square meters of the room, because of the long years can not get enough sunlight, so the wall skin is dark gray, the wall opposite the door in the height of more than one person open a row of ventilation windows, not wide and embedded with iron railings, this is the only place that can penetrate the outside air.
The window faces west, so there is an hour or so of sunlight coming in every evening, which is extremely precious time, although the sunset at that time is still obscured by the fog, almost the same, but this is also the time that Lin Chuan cherishes the most.
At this time, Lin Chuan would always lie on the bed, and the oblique light would penetrate from the outside, shining on his face, feeling a little comfortable. Lin Chuan would never close his eyes at this time, he wanted to enjoy this comfort slowly, and more importantly, he could see the outside world through that window.
Thankfully, the outside world was empty, there was no building in front of the window, and a hazy sky could be seen, which was very low and there was a sense of suffocation, but it made Lin Chuan feel not so lonely, so he liked this feeling.
In fact, there are also those beautiful calves that pass by the window from time to time, especially in summer, each pair of calves is different, slender and thick, grinding the faint light in order to attract his attention, which always makes Lin Chuan want to guess the faces of the calf owners inexplicably.