Chapter 62

"Would you consider selling this script to our company?" Jin Chiyu asked with a smile. He had originally thought that Park Ji-hoon was just a "naive" young man, but the script turned out to be surprisingly good!

Park Ji-hoon suddenly snapped to attention, regained his composure slightly, and shook his head, saying, "I'm sorry, Producer Jin, but I want to use this script as my first work."

"It's good for young people to have goals," Jin Chiyu said calmly, "but I've looked it over, and I don't think this script is suitable for a young director. You should understand that, right, Ji-hoon?"

"I can do it well!" Park Ji-hoon replied firmly. During the time he was adapting the script, he had been constantly thinking about how to shoot this work whenever he had a moment to spare. Although it was challenging, he believed he could handle it with his abilities.

Jin Chiyu didn't expect him to be so stubborn. His face stiffened slightly, and he gently patted the script, sighing, "Overestimating one's abilities is a common problem among young people!" He paused for a moment and then added, "If you agree, I can help you choose a simpler project and invest in its production."

Park Ji-hoon showed obvious hesitation on his face. However, after just a few seconds, before Jin Chiyu could show any signs of joy, he slowly shook his head again, saying, "Thank you for your offer, Producer Jin, but I still prefer my own work."

Jin Chiyu didn't say anything more. His expression gradually turned cold, and he handed the script back to Park Ji-hoon without even bothering to say no.

"Thank you for your trouble, Producer Jin." Park Ji-hoon understood his meaning but still politely thanked him. He had no choice; he was like a trainee in this industry who hadn't debuted yet. If Jin Chiyu said something bad about him, he might never get a chance to debut.

Jin Chiyu ignored him and looked around, saying, "It's too monotonous!"

Park Ji-hoon pretended not to understand. This guy's attitude was already very clear, and he was too cunning, using such tactics!

"Hmph!" After a moment, seeing no response from Park Ji-hoon, Jin Chiyu huffed and left.

Park Ji-hoon gave a bitter smile, paid the bill, and saw Li Zhenfan and Jin Chiyu to the hotel entrance. After watching them leave, he took a taxi home.

Inside the apartment.

Park Min-ya was seriously working on her computer when she suddenly heard the door open and quickly went out to greet him.

"Bro! Why did you drink so much?" Park Ji-hoon's state was truly worrying; his face was flushed, and even his neck and ears were red!

Park Ji-hoon waved his hand, signaling her to help him. He had been barely holding it together earlier, but once he got home, he couldn't hold it any longer.

Seeing this, Park Min-ya quickly put one of his arms over her shoulder, held him with one hand, and supported his waist with the other, helping him inside.

The short distance of a dozen steps felt like it took Park Ji-hoon several minutes!

As soon as he sat on the sofa, he leaned back against the backrest, placed his hands on the sides, and panted heavily.

Seeing that his face, neck, and chest were all sweating, Park Min-ya quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then fetched warm water to help him wipe down.

"Don't take off your shirt!" It was windy on the fifth floor, and with the windows open, he could easily catch a cold in his current state.

"Okay." Park Ji-hoon responded softly, too tired to speak.

After drinking so much, he felt quite uncomfortable.

Park Min-ya made a hangover soup and fed it to him spoon by spoon.

After drinking it, he lay down for a while and gradually regained some energy.

Park Min-ya sat on the opposite sofa, reading a book while watching him. Seeing him sit up, she asked, "Feeling better?"

"Okay." Park Ji-hoon responded, getting up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, without waiting for her to ask, he said, "It failed."

"It's okay, there will always be opportunities," Park Min-ya comforted him.

Park Ji-hoon rubbed his temples and said, "Let's take it step by step." He was prepared for a long-term effort.

Park Min-ya got up, sat on the side of the sofa, patted her leg, and let him lie down. She gently massaged his head while saying, "When heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on a person, it first..."

"Ha ha..." Park Ji-hoon couldn't help but laugh lightly.

Influenced by Hong Kong movies, he had once been obsessed with Chinese culture, and Park Min-ya had also become interested in it because of him. Both siblings were well-versed in Chinese culture. However, he knew more about the film industry, while Park Min-ya was more interested in poetry and literature—she loved the elegance and conciseness of the sentences.

Seeing him laugh, Park Min-ya's lips curled slightly, showing a gentle smile.

Her soft fingers massaged his scalp, which felt very comfortable.

"I'm hungry, can you get me something to eat?" After enjoying the moment, Park Ji-hoon said. He had been drinking and hadn't eaten much.

"What do you want to eat?" Park Min-ya looked down and asked, looking into his eyes.

"Spaghetti!" Park Ji-hoon said without hesitation. He had always loved pasta, and that hadn't changed over the years.

"Okay!" Park Min-ya responded crisply, helped him up, and then went to the kitchen. She knew he liked it, so she always kept pasta in the fridge.

First, there was the rhythmic sound of chopping, followed by the sizzling of oil, and then the rich aroma of fried eggs wafted into the living room.

"Rumble!" It seemed his stomach could smell the aroma and protested with hunger.

After a while, Park Min-ya came out with a plate.

"Rumble!" When the plate was placed in front of him, Park Ji-hoon's stomach made another sound.

The al dente pasta, covered in tomato sauce, sprinkled with tomato and onion bits, and topped with a round egg, which, when picked up, had an onion ring around it. Taking a bite, it was uniquely flavorful and very delicious!

He finished the egg in two bites and then eagerly picked up the pasta, eating it with great enjoyment.

"Didn't you just drink?" Park Min-ya couldn't help but ask, seeing him wolf it down.

"More or less," Park Ji-hoon mumbled, "It's delicious!" Perhaps it was psychological, but he always felt that the food Park Min-ya made had a "home" flavor that firmly tied his stomach.

"Slow down! No one is fighting you for it." Park Min-ya chided gently. Watching Park Ji-hoon eat was a pleasant experience, especially his eagerness to devour everything, which made her feel very accomplished!

"Okay, okay!" Park Ji-hoon responded, slowing down as he finished half the plate.

As his hungry stomach gradually felt better, the frustration in his heart also dissipated. No one likes to compromise, especially someone with high aspirations.

Park Min-ya guessed this, so she put extra effort into making the spaghetti.

"Phew—" After putting the last piece of onion in his mouth, Park Ji-hoon let out a long breath and praised, "Min-ya's cooking skills have improved!"

"You must have been really hungry!" Park Min-ya took the chopsticks from his hand and pouted slightly.

"Ha ha..." Park Ji-hoon laughed and handed her the plate.

Park Min-ya took the plate to the kitchen. She never complained about such things, not even a word!

Park Ji-hoon started calculating the balance in his account. He couldn't afford to attend such banquets too often. It seemed he would have to try each company one by one.

Of course, he didn't forget to call Li Zhenfan to thank him.

Li Zhenfan comforted him not to worry and told him that he had contacted another producer through a friend. He had really tried his best!

Being able to meet such a senior was a stroke of luck, and Park Ji-hoon couldn't refuse.

As time passed without any news, his hopes dwindled, and he could only console himself, "This is for the best."

However, someone had spread the news about him seeking investors with his script.

"His attitude is very strong; he insists on directing it himself!" Although it was true, the implication was different, as if he was coercing the investors.

Such rumors gradually spread throughout the industry, which was very detrimental to him. He couldn't explain anything, and being angry was futile.

Now, even submitting his script to a film company required a lot of courage! The looks he received were strange, as if they carried a hint of ridicule.

He started going to the boxing gym more often.

...

Before he knew it, it was already mid-June, and the weather was getting hotter, bringing the "happy times" for men!

As Park Ji-hoon described it, "thin, transparent, and revealing" were the themes of women's clothing, especially in a city like Seoul.

One day, while riding the bus home, he couldn't help but feel a bit restless—sitting next to him was a beautifully dressed woman in a revealing outfit.

Don't underestimate this small matter; many male passengers were giving him envious looks! When he got up to leave, a man standing next to him took a step, sucked in his stomach, and squeezed in, taking his seat. Two other men, who had just taken a step, had to step back in disappointment.

"Phew!" After getting off the bus, he couldn't help but laugh, slightly dispelling his frustration.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes and walked toward the apartment.

It was only a little past 3 PM, but the sun was high and scorching, and the clouds seemed to have been burned away, disappearing without a trace. The glass walls of the tall buildings reflected blinding light, making it impossible to look up.

Once inside the apartment building, he felt a bit of coolness.

"Phew—" He let out a long breath. The heat outside made him feel like he wanted to stick out his tongue to cool off!

Air conditioning, air conditioning!

He quickly opened the door and was about to take off his shoes when he suddenly saw a pair of unfamiliar shoes next to his.

Who's here?