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"Are you called Zhu Rong Rong?" the man with the scar extended his arm to stop her.

The knife-scarred man looked at her with a terrifying gaze and said: "Mr. Joe is waiting for you."

Just as she was about to run out, she heard someone shouting: "Miss Zhu Rong Rong, I am Mr. Joe, Mr. Huo Xin Chong had me invite you."

His voice sounded very gentle, and as he spoke, he saw a slightly plump, bald man in his fifties. His skin was very white, and he wore glasses.

Zhu Rong Rong rolled her eyes a few times, then said: "Mr. Joe, why don't we find a coffee shop or a cake shop outside and have a nice chat?"

"Miss Zhu wouldn't have any misunderstandings towards me, right? Although my colleague was ugly and had a scar on his face, that was because he was accidentally hit by explosives while shooting a movie. If Miss Zhu were to judge people by their appearances, then I feel that I would have nothing to talk about with you. "

The writer director with the surname Joe said.

Hearing her straightforward question, Zhu Rong Rong started to feel a bit embarrassed. She said in embarrassment: "That's not what I meant.

Actually, she was right in front of someone's house right now. If the other party really was a bad person, she wouldn't be able to escape even if she wanted to.

She followed Mr. Joe into the room. The house was not very big, and looked old, but there were indeed many photographic equipment and props inside. It really did look like it was used for filming movies and television dramas.

There were about seven or eight people inside, all of them male, each of them busy with their own work. Seeing Zhu Rong Rong come in, the look in her eyes made her feel weird and uncomfortable, as if she wanted to eat her up.

The Mr. Joe brought Zhu Rong Rong and sat down, moving closer to her and said: "Actually Miss Zhu, do you know what's the problem with your script?"

"I've been thinking. I haven't decided yet." Zhu Rong Rong answered truthfully.

"Actually, the biggest problem with your script is that you lack practice. If a person doesn't live a close life, how can they write a script that is more realistic? "Actually, it's such a simple principle." As the Mr. Joe spoke, he passed Zhu Rong Rong a cup of water.

Zhu Rong Rong never really liked drinking from strangers' cups. She shook her head and pushed the cup away, "I'm not thirsty."

Mr. Joe did not force her, but asked her: "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

"Makes sense." Zhu Rong Rong nodded.

"So I think what you should do now is to experience the life inside the script and imagine yourself as the main character of the script, so that you can write a good story." Mr. Joe sized Zhu Rong Rong up with a beaming smile, her chubby lips moving in and out as she spoke.

Zhu Rong Rong repeatedly nodded her head and said, "That's true. It's better to listen to your words than to read ten years old. Then, I shall return first. I will carefully study my script for a while, and then give Mr. Joe a call. Thank you for your help today. "

Zhu Rong Rong stood up, slightly nodding her head, and prepared to leave.

For some reason, she felt that this room was very strange. That kind of atmosphere made her feel very uncomfortable, and she wanted to escape immediately.

Seeing that the Mr. Joe did not object, she turned around and walked out of the door. However, just as she walked a few steps, he was suddenly dragged back by the scarred man.

"Why aren't you allowed to leave? I don't owe you anything. If you continue to be like this, I will call Huo Xin Chong. " Zhu Rong Rong was so nervous that he immediately went to get his cellphone.

Mr. Joe stopped her, and laughed: "Miss Zhu, why are you so nervous? We're just talking about the script. Actually, this colleague of mine didn't want to stop you from leaving, he just wanted to show you our usual scene. After reading it, you can leave. You can't possibly finish the mission given by Mr. Huo, right? He's got such a temper we can't explain it to him. "

With things having gotten to this point, Zhu Rong Rong had no choice but to nod her head and say: "Alright, then let's go out and watch the recording studio. I have to leave after that. I still have things to do in the afternoon at school."

If the other party was a bad person, she thought, she would think of a way to escape when she went out to see the set later.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Joe pointed to the front and said, "Miss Zhu, follow me."

Zhu Rong Rong was shocked, her eyes opened wide: "Don't tell me, your studio is in your room?"

"It's not just a single room. When you enter, you will discover that there is another world." Mr. Joe said mysteriously, with the knife-scarred face staring at them from behind like a tiger.

Zhu Rong Rong had no choice but to nod her head and follow him.

She comforted herself: "Dashu's office appears to be a door, but the result is like a palace. It's not strange to have a recording venue here."

Unexpectedly, when the door was pushed open, Zhu Rong Rong realized that something was wrong.

How was this a filming studio? To put it bluntly, this was a fun room.

The wallpaper in the room was navy green. There was a large hammock in the room, and above the hammock was a large mirror. Next to the hammock was a two-person bathtub.

Zhu Rong Rong pretended to nod her head in ignorance, and laughed: "This place looks quite good."

While they were talking, she took advantage of the two men's inattention and ran outside.

She had a good performance in school, and at this time she fully brought out the advantages of a long-distance runner.

It was a pity that no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't outnumber her opponent.

She had only taken a few steps when she was forcibly dragged back by the other party, who was holding her clothes like an eagle catching a little chick.

"What do you want to do? Who the hell are you? I don't believe that it was Huo Xin Chong who told you to find me. " Zhu Rong Rong hugged her chest in fear, and said with serious protest.

"It was really Huo Xin Chong who asked us to find you. Other than him, who else knows about you writing a script? The reason why we came here today is indeed to teach you how to write a perfect script. " Mr. Joe opened his plump lips and laughed complacently.

"What do you want to do to me?" Zhu Rong Rong was terrified.

"I want you to practice shooting three times. Stage film, be a person with life experience. " Mr. Joe said as he moved his lips and clapped.