Chapter 1

In the capital of Huaxia, in a tall building in Yanjing City.

Wu Xiang sat properly in a luxurious office, facing his old friend and the publisher who bought his manuscripts, Mr. Gao. The latter was looking down at Wu Xiang's manuscript, but not very seriously. Soon, Mr. Gao raised his head and spoke.

"Xiangzi, can't you add some good stuff to your book?"

Wu Xiang understood Mr. Gao's request, but he really couldn't write it in, "Mr. Gao, don't you think things like tearing apart the Japanese are a bit ridiculous? That stuff is too far-fetched, isn't it?"

"Who cares if it's far-fetched? As long as people watch it and enjoy it, that's all that matters."

"Those plots have been criticized countless times. I really can't bring myself to write them."

"You, you, isn't it good to make money? Who cares if the plot is reasonable or not? Are you sympathizing with the Japanese? Are you a Japanophile?"

"Mr. Gao, don't you know who I am? Those Japanese bastards, just take the production team that came last time. If you're going to film, do it properly. Why do they have to add a filter in front of the camera? I really want to curse them!" Wu Xiang had to express his strong disapproval of such things.

Mr. Gao actually just wanted Wu Xiang to add a bit more to cater to the average audience's taste. So he said, "Last time, the director made some changes to the script. Look, once he changed it, regardless of the criticism, the attention and ratings went up. Can't you adapt to the trend?"

Wu Xiang was helpless, "That director changed my work, and I didn't curse him, which shows my tolerance. And you want me to adapt? Mr. Gao, that guy couldn't even design a shot. If I hadn't helped, the cameraman would have quit."

"Alright, you're capable, aren't you? When you interfered, the director was so upset that he almost lost the promised sponsorship. Can't you make things easier for me? Your script this time lacks originality." Mr. Gao was somewhat frustrated.

"What? Lacks originality? This time I wrote about monks fighting the Japanese, which has kung fu elements. I've prepared everything, from the Great Vajra Palm, the Mad Staff Technique, to the Dharma Sword Technique, all according to your requirements, aiming for innovation and change." Wu Xiang felt somewhat wronged. "Do you want me to write about nuns?"

"You, you really don't get it. Not only monks, but nuns have already been filmed!" Mr. Gao's words were like a slap in the face.

"Ah?" Wu Xiang was depressed, thinking to himself, "Who the hell is so shameless?"

"I told you before to be innovative. Forget about religious figures; everything that can be written has been written. Think about special professions." Mr. Gao gave Wu Xiang a hint.

"That's true." Wu Xiang thought, since nuns have been filmed, then, "What about a fallen woman from the Republic of China era?"

But Mr. Gao immediately said, "No, definitely not. The big director has already filmed it. How could you forget?"

"Right!" Wu Xiang was frustrated, how could he not have remembered?

"What about a doctor?"

"No, they can only be a supporting role. Choosing such a profession doesn't give the audience the thrill of being on the front lines."

"Pickpocket?"

"No, they lack leadership and don't provide a sense of immersion."

"Then..."

Wu Xiang listed several professions, but Mr. Gao rejected them all. Finally, Wu Xiang thought of one that seemed no one had written about, and it had a bit of a martial arts flavor, "Beggar! Let's write about the Beggar Gang, that should work, right?"

"Hmm, that seems good." Mr. Gao agreed, but then he said something that almost made Wu Xiang vomit, "But don't you think the Beggar Gang is a bit like the Eighth Route Army? Hasn't someone said that before?"

Wu Xiang was sweating profusely, this wouldn't work either? It's getting difficult. Yes! Got it!

"What about aliens?" This idea is great!

But Mr. Gao immediately became unhappy, "Do I have to make them surnamed 'Du' too?!"

Wu Xiang was sweating, it's not easy to come up with a good plot these days...

After a long discussion, they couldn't reach an agreement, so Wu Xiang had to go back and think again. After all, Mr. Gao was the financier.

But unexpectedly, as he was walking to a crossroads, a screech, and Wu Xiang fell into a pool of blood...

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