Chapter 63: Hurry up and code words (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Chapter 63 Hurry up and code (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

 United States, Los Angeles, Alan Wayne was sitting in his office, looking at the plot synopsis in front of him, which was obviously written on a plane and was less than two pages of A4 paper, "Bell, what I want is the script."

Xu Chuan sat on the sofa, drinking the coffee brought by Allen's long-legged secretary, "I forgot about it."

"Thank you for your honesty." Allen rubbed his forehead, "However, you should know that the wireless station has given us a September schedule, and now everyone is ready, but you told me that you forgot Writing a script, wow, man, you’re definitely not kidding me.”

Xu Chuan has a very big head. The Allen Wayne in front of him is the sixth youngest son of a large American family. As for how old he is, he is much bigger than the Wayne family in Batman. This boy has been involved in the fashion industry all year round. , and many Hollywood female stars have some little stories that cannot be told.

Two years ago, when he and his father went to Africa for a charity event, this kid was kidnapped by an armed organization because he went out privately. A ransom of 20 million was demanded. His father paid 10 million to hire someone to rescue him. If not, Xu Chuan led people to find him at that time, and his little brother was almost chopped into pieces.

Xu Chuan always thought that this kid was not favored at home. Otherwise, he was not Mr. Wayne's biological son, otherwise his biological father would never have done this.

 Later I saw a photo of his father when he was young at his house. He was almost the same as this kid, and I kind of admired the old man's decisiveness.

“Isn’t this show not very popular?” When filming Prison Break, it was just a favor returned by the Wayne family to Xu Chuan. Unexpectedly, after filming, although it was not as popular as it was in the previous life, the reviews were very high.

 Allan came over and sat on the sofa side by side with Xu Chuan, "Although it is average in the United States, it is very popular in Asia!"

After listening to what he said, Xu Chuan realized that TV stations in several countries had contacted about the introduction during this period, including even a video website in China. That's why Allen was so anxious to launch the second season.

There was no other way. Xu Chuan promised to finish at least the first three episodes of the script in a short period of time, but refused the five-star hotel arranged by Allen. Just kidding, you would have to be crazy to have people watch you code.

There is a small town called Mountain Merton in Arizona near the Mexican border. It is a place with no scenery, no culture, and no humanities. The only saving grace is to climb to the top of a nearby mountain and you can see the U.S.-Mexico border not far away. At the checkpoint, there will be fierce gun battles from time to time. Pulling up a chair and sitting here is no different from watching an American movie.

Xu Chuan was sitting in a cafe in a small town, typing leisurely, "Bell, your coffee and breakfast." A Latina waitress with twin ponytails said, "Thank you, Christie." Xu Chuan didn't even raise his head.

 A huge figure stood in front of him, looked at him, and sat opposite, "Give me a cup of coffee, Christie."

 “Okay, Sheriff.”

Xu Chuan raised his head and glanced at the other person. He was a guy who was about the same height as Zhang Biao, and even bigger than him. Well, an old guy, in his fifties, wearing an old-style sportswear. , "When did you come back?"

"Yesterday", this guy's name was Ray Owens. He was the police chief of this small town. He used to be an agent of the Los Angeles Drug Enforcement Administration. Now he is retiring in this small town. He once disliked Xu Chuan very much and always felt that this Asian It was very dangerous and wanted him to leave quickly. In the end, Xu Chuan, who was just here for tourism, directly bought the house sold by the mayor and lived there.

Xu Chuan typed on the keyboard quickly, only occasionally stopping to take a sip of coffee. Owens looked at Xu Chuan's notebook, where he wrote the third scene of the second episode, characters, places and other things.

“Script, TV series script.” Xu Chuan answered his question directly.

"Script?" Owens looked surprised. Judging from his experience, this guy must be engaged in some dangerous industries. It can be seen from his hands that this guy often comes into contact with firearms, and he is not the kind who often goes to the shooting range. An ordinary person, and the way this young man looks at people sometimes is definitely not a normal person.

"I said, I'm a screenwriter." Xu Chuan said seriously.

"Okay, Mr. Screenwriter." Owens picked up the coffee and didn't really care what Xu Chuan did. He asked his former colleagues in Los Angeles to investigate. This person's background was quite clean, but Owens didn't believe it. Of course, as long as He honestly doesn't cause trouble here and just pretends that nothing happened.

The gongs and drums outside the cafe were extremely lively. All the residents of the town came out. Three school buses stopped in the middle of the road. "Are they having any activities?" Xu Chuan looked up and looked outside, thinking there was some kind of celebration. .

“They’re going to Las Vegas for the annual football game,” Owens replied.

"Football?" Xu Chuan looked up at the tall high school students who were covered in armor-like protective gear. "Seriously, they clearly use their hands when playing. Why do they say they play football? And that's not the case." It’s not a ball, it’s obviously an egg.”

'Ahem', Owens choked on his coffee. Others in the cafe laughed. A Brazilian immigrant who worked on a nearby farm even slapped the table, "Bell is right, Americans will kick Damn football, that's obviously handegg." This guy actually coined a word of his own. Well, in front of Brazilians, Xu Chuan has even less advantage than Owens on the topic of football.

A group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old cheerleading girls ran over. It must be said that Europeans and Americans develop very early. Xu Chuan's eyes followed the rabbit that was jumping up and down. Owens shook his head and looked around with a smile. The residents of the town are just two strangers in the corner.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people. A middle-aged white man and a Mexican seemed to be arguing about something, "Hi, guys."

 The two of them raised their heads and showed formal smiles, "Hello, Sheriff."

“I guess the truck outside belongs to you. What did it transport today?” Owens asked seemingly casually.

The middle-aged white man frowned, then relaxed his brows and continued to smile and said, "Auto parts must be delivered to New Orleans before noon tomorrow."

 “It’s quite a long journey.”

 “Yes,” the middle-aged man took out 20 US dollars and put it on the table, “pay the bill, no need to look for it, thank you.”

 “We have to get on our way.” He looked helpless at Owens, got up and walked out.

Hunter Christie took the cash and the $20 bill. "They must not be good at settling accounts," she picked up the coffee pot, "Does the Sheriff want more coffee?"

 (End of this chapter)