Fame's Unforgiving Light Chapter 8

Today is the first day of school at the National Film School.

Qiu Ming drove his flashy supercar into the school, drove around a circle, then found a parking space to stop, and finally got out of the car with the Ferrari key.

He wore a suit and tie and looked quite formal.

These days, he had finally managed to revise the plan under Oliver Scott's fussiness and successfully gained his trust. Oliver Scott was now on his way to the imperial capital.

The first thing Qiu Ming has to do today is to act as a guest agent and go to the film academy to look for artists.

He wanted to start a media company, but there was no one in the company, not to mention artists and employees, and even the office space was not ready.

Qiu Ming has asked a friend to help him find a house.

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After seeing Ethan Stone off, Guo Baozhen told the receptionist at the club, "Keep the room for me. Don't take the tea away! I'm going out to meet a friend and will be back soon!"

When they were settling the bill today, Guo Baozhen almost got into a fight with Ethan Stone. Guo Baozhen was a director after all, and his acting skills were not bad either. He acted very realistically, and he also acted very well when he was helpless at the end: "Okay, Mr. Zhuang, you pay the bill, and I'll treat you to dinner another day! Don't say you don't want to eat, I'll definitely treat you!"

Guo Baozhen walked out of the club and ran quickly to the entrance of the Film Academy.

Today is the last day of winter vacation. Students are all returning to school and there are a lot of people here.

Guo Baozhen looked like a student and it was easy for him to blend in.

Who can play the role of Jiang Zhuo? He has a picture in his mind. He can't be short, he has to be over 1.85 meters. After all, Ethan Stone is 1.8 meters tall, so Jiang Zhuo must be taller than him to play with him. And he must have a good figure and be a bit tough... Guo Baozhen searched for a long time, but couldn't find a particularly suitable one.

Suddenly, a man who looked totally out of place on a university campus appeared before him.

Before I could see his face, I saw his perfect body!

He was estimated to be about 1.85 meters tall, and one could tell at first glance that he had the physique of someone who regularly worked out in the gym. He was wearing a beige wool casual suit and had a ruffian air about him.

Guo Baozhen raised his glasses and caught a glimpse of the man's handsome face, which was as beautiful as an oil painting.

This appearance!!!

Guo Baozhen felt that he had found it.

Seeing the man about to turn, Guo Baozhen strode over, reaching into his schoolbag and pulling out the first volume of the script: "Hey, hey, hey! Stay! Teacher, stay!"

Qiu Ming looked down in confusion at the person who was blocking his way. The male college student was wearing a white down jacket and round-frame glasses, and looked quite immature.

Guo Baozhen directly put the script of the first volume of "The Hidden Heart" into his hands: "This teacher..."

"I am not a teacher."

"This... sir!" Guo Baozhen guessed that he was not a student, as his temperament did not look like one. "Take a look, this is really a script tailor-made for you! Really, you are so suitable for this role in my script! You must have acting experience, right? Take a look at my script, what do you think?"

"Are you from the screenwriting department?" Qiu Ming was a little curious. He took the script and looked down at it: "'Hidden Heart', what is it about?"

"It's a killer movie about...crime! I'm the screenwriter and director of "Hidden Heart" Guo Baozhen, hello."

"Oh?" He became interested and looked up and down at the innocent male college student.

Guo Baozhen blinked and said, "It's not convenient to talk here. If you are interested in this script, we can go..."

"hotel?"

"No, it's a club, right next to it, called 'Yizhiyan', we can talk in the private room..." The tea ordered for Ethan Stone just now was brewed weak, but fortunately he brought his own tea bags to brew it, and now that he is back, the taste of the tea bags is just right.

"Private room? You want to talk to me about the script?" Qiu Ming looked at his figure and appearance with great interest. He had big eyes, fair skin, and a perky B*tt, but he was a little thin - barely meeting his standards.

Guo Baozhen's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, let's talk about the script. Are you interested?"

Qiu Ming: "But I have an appointment tonight. I'll call you another day when I'm free."

"Oh, ok, ok, my phone number is printed on the back."

Qiu Ming turned the script over and read: "Guo Bao..."

"Zhen, pronounced zhen."

"I can read." Qiu Ming left with the script.

I forgot about it within two days, didn't even read the script, and just left it in the car.

Airport.

Qiu Ming parked his car in the parking lot, bought two cups of coffee, and waited for Oliver Scott at the exit.

Li Muren appeared at the airport with a tall figure and long legs. He has a perfect body, long legs, a handsome face that looks like he is of mixed blood, and sunglasses. He attracted more attention than a big star.

Qiu Ming whistled, waved his hand and shouted, "Brother!"

Oliver Scott noticed him and walked over with his long legs.

Although they hadn't seen each other for a long time, Qiu Ming didn't hug him. This guy didn't like to interact with people, let alone be touched by others, so he asked, "Where's the luggage?"

"Did not bring."

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver it to you. Let's go. My car is parked in the parking lot." Qiu Ming handed him the coffee. "This bean tastes like brown sugar. It's from Bavaria. Try it."

Oliver Scott took a sip.

"How about it?"

"Not bad," he replied.

Qiu Ming was not impatient: "I know a friend who roasts a lot of beans himself, from all over the world and all over the country. I will take you to his place to try it when the time comes."

He is a chatterbox, while Oliver Scott speaks little, but they can still start a conversation.

Qiu Ming kept muttering all the way to the car. Some of the coffee spilled on his hands. He opened the hood of the car, took out a torn booklet from it to use as a substitute for the coffee, got in the car and started it.

The cup was placed on the torn booklet in the center.

Suddenly, Oliver Scott saw those two particularly eye-catching words.

"The Hidden Heart," he picked up the coffee cup, revealing the notebook underneath, with a dark brown stain left by the coffee, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, this... that day at the Film Academy, there was a screenwriter department... or a director department. I think he wrote the script. It was about a killer or something. I forgot. An innocent male college student gave it to me and wanted to date me."

"Still want to date you?"

"Yeah, you know, that kind of eye contact. He heard me say that he was interested in the script and asked me to go to a private room to discuss it."

Oliver Scott frowned slightly and asked him again: "What does that male college student look like?"

"I don't remember clearly, but it was OK, with big eyes and fair skin."

Oliver Scott thought of the boy who bumped into him at the ski resort. Many days had passed, but he still had a strange feeling. He didn't know why he remembered it so clearly.

He stopped talking and looked down at the shoddy cover of "Hidden Heart".

Two big bold characters, printed in the center.

Oliver Scott turned to the first page.

[First scene, first shot] Busy city during the day

["Bang!" After a gunshot, Jiang Zhuo...]

...

It takes two hours to drive from the Capital Airport to the hotel he booked for Oliver Scott. On the way, Oliver Scott kept reading the book he thought was a toilet read.

Qiu Ming, who was driving next to him, was a little surprised to see him looking so seriously: "So beautiful?"

"Don't make noise."

Qiu Ming: ...

Oliver Scott's fingers turned the next page and measured the remaining thin thickness. There were not many left, about a dozen pages.

The plot is about to reach its climax.

"We're here." Qiu Ming parked the car outside the hotel lobby. "Brother, come back to your senses. Stop looking. Since you don't want to go home, you can stay in the hotel for two days. I have an empty duplex that I haven't lived in yet. If you don't mind, I'll have someone clean it up and you can move in."

"Is this all there is to the script?" Oliver Scott turned to the last page and got stuck at a crucial point.

Although it is a homoS3xual theme and contains some very erotic descriptions, the plot is quite fascinating.

"I don't know what's going on with this book, just leave it to me like this." Qiu Ming shrugged and threw the car keys to the parking boy, "Or you can call and ask for updates?"

Oliver Scott turned it over and saw the contact number and name on the back of the notebook.

Qiu Ming: "Yes, that's the guy, Guo Bao...how do you pronounce this name?"

Oliver Scott: "Zhen." Please