usenovelgroup Chapter 130 Old Bloodstains, A Brand New Script
Chapter 130 Old Bloodstains, A Brand New Script
The list of the deceased was printed below the photo.
Chen Jianguo.
Li Sumei.
The glass door slid open to both sides.
Chen Yan walked into the office.
Leather shoes stepped on the carpet.
Su Wan sat next to the fax machine.
She was holding two pieces of paper with serrated edges.
Chen Yan walked to the desk.
Su Wan stood up.
She laid the paper flat on the solid wood table.
The first page is the construction company's qualification verification report.
The black lines of the table are printed on the white paper.
The column for legal representative was filled with three bold characters.
Gu Changchuan.
Chen Yan's gaze lingered on that name.
He extended his right hand.
Press the edge of the paper with the pad of your index finger.
A fingernail scrapes across the paper, making a soft sound.
He turned to the second page.
Traffic accident scene investigation report.
The black and white photograph occupied the center of the paper.
The roof of the Santana sedan collapsed.
A precast concrete slab lay across the vehicle body.
The cement slab broke.
The reinforcing steel bars are exposed.
The two names at the bottom are printed in the paper fibers.
Chen Jianguo.
Li Sumei.
Chen Yan stared at the two names.
The only sound in the office was the operation of the central air conditioning vents.
Chen Yan's fingers closed.
The edges of the paper are wrinkled.
"Pour me a glass of warm water."
Chen Yan said.
Su Wan turned and walked towards the water dispenser.
She took out a disposable paper cup.
Press the red tap.
Hot water flows into the bottom of the cup.
The heating element inside the water dispenser made a slight boiling sound.
Bubbles rise in the bucket.
She pressed the blue faucet.
Cold water was mixed in.
The water level rose and stopped about one centimeter from the rim of the cup.
Su Wan carried the paper cup back to her desk.
She placed the paper cup next to Chen Yan.
"Principal Yan made a phone call."
Su Wan said.
Chen Yan picked up the paper cup.
"Shen Fusheng was involved in a fight with inmates at the Kuala Lumpur Detention Center."
Su Wan said.
"A sharp object pierced the eye socket."
Chen Yan said.
Su Wan looked at Chen Yan's hand holding the cup.
Lobotomy.
Chen Yan said.
"He lost his ability to speak and his logical thinking."
Su Wan said.
Chen Yan took a sip of water.
Warm water flowed down the esophagus.
"The direct witness in the Clock Tower case has been dismissed."
Su Wan said.
Chen Yan put the paper cup back on the table.
The bottom of the cup struck the table, making a scraping sound.
The water sloshed around in the cup.
Su Wan walked around the desk.
She walked to Chen Yan's side.
Su Wan extended her right hand.
Her palm covered the back of Chen Yan's left hand.
Skin contact.
"Yanying still has 120 million in cash reserves on its books."
Su Wan said.
She clenched her fingers together.
He gripped Chen Yan's hand tightly.
"Whatever decision you make, you have full control over this money."
Su Wan said.
Chen Yan looked at Su Wan's hand.
"It won't cost 120 million."
Chen Yan said.
Chen Yan withdrew his left hand.
He picked up two sheets of fax paper from the table.
He turned and walked toward the paper shredder in the corner.
The shredder's casing is made of black plastic.
Chen Yan pressed the power switch on top.
The paper shredder was humming as its motor started.
Chen Yan stuffed the paper into the paper feed slot.
Steel blades mesh.
The paper is rolled into the machine.
Strips of paper fall into the collection bin below.
"The law cannot convict him."
Chen Yan said.
He watched as the scraps of paper piled up.
"Lu Haiming died in the detention center."
Chen Yan said.
"Shen Fusheng was ruined in Kuala Lumpur."
Su Wan said.
"He smashed the frame of the law."
Chen Yan said.
The machine stopped working.
The last scrap of paper fell to the bottom of the bucket.
Chen Yan turned around.
"Then let's change the viewfinder."
Chen Yan said.
Su Wan stood beside the desk.
"In the movie, nail him to the pillar of shame."
Chen Yan said.
Chen Yan walked back to his desk.
"Gu Changchuan made his fortune in real estate and then used film and television to whitewash his image."
Chen Yan said.
"We're digging him out of the film and television industry and severing his roots."
Chen Yan said.
The glass door to the office was pushed open.
Wu Gang walked in.
He was wearing a black jacket.
The hem of her clothes was damp with night dew.
"The security setup downstairs is complete."
Wu Gang said.
"There are people stationed at all four entrances and exits."
Wu Gang said.
"The surveillance cameras in the underground parking garage have also been connected to the security office."
Wu Gang added.
Chen Yan pulled out his office chair and sat down.
"Gu Changchuan is too busy to deal with us right now."
Chen Yan said.
"He's busy looking for money."
Su Wan said.
Zhang Yuan followed him into the office carrying a stack of reports.
He placed the report on the desktop.
"Thunder's screening rate in the south has stabilized."
Zhang Yuan said.
"Fifty-seven independent cinemas across the country have completed equipment replacement."
Zhang Yuan said.
"The occupancy rate remains above 60%."
Zhang Yuan said.
Chen Yan opened the top report.
The numbers are arranged in a table.
"I need a list by 8 a.m. tomorrow."
Chen Yan said.
Zhang Yuan stopped what he was doing.
Su Wan picked up the pen.
"List all the cinema chains and film studios in the country that are for sale."
Chen Yan said.
Su Wan wrote down the requirements in her notebook.
The pen tip rubs against the paper.
"Investigate Gu Changchuan's cash flow over the past three months."
Chen Yan said.
Chen Yanhe submitted the report.
"His overseas funds cannot come in."
Chen Yan said.
"The domestic market is empty."
Su Wan said.
"He needs new cash flow."
Chen Yan said.
"He will seek a shell company through established capital."
Su Wan said.
"Uncover his money-making channels."
Chen Yan said.
Zhang Yuan took out his phone.
"I went to find an acquaintance at the Industry and Commerce Bureau to get some business records."
Zhang Yuan said.
He turned and walked out of the office.
Wu Gang followed him out.
The glass door closed again.
The phone on my desk vibrated.
Chen Yan pressed the answer button.
"director."
Lin Qingqiu's voice came out.
The sound of the wind was mixed in with the radio waves.
"explain."
Chen Yan said.
"Today's night scenes are finished."
Lin Qingqiu said.
"Has the wound been treated?"
Chen Yan asked.
"The village doctor stitched it up with five stitches."
Lin Qingqiu answered.
"No anesthesia was used."
Lin Qingqiu added.
"Why don't you fight?"
Chen Yan asked.
"I want to remember that pain."
Lin Qingqiu said.
"Tomorrow's scene requires this kind of realistic physiological reaction."
Lin Qingqiu said.
Chen Yan looked at the white paper on the table.
Which scene will we be filming tomorrow?
Chen Yan asked.
"The scene of climbing a mountain with a backpack in the rain."
Lin Qingqiu answered.
"Lower the camera position by another ten centimeters."
Chen Yan said.
"I want to see mud splashed on your face."
Chen Yan said.
"clear."
Lin Qingqiu answered.
"In scene thirty-three of the script, two lines of dialogue were deleted."
Chen Yan said.
Which two sentences?
Lin Qingqiu asked.
"Delete your monologue on the edge of the cliff."
Chen Yan said.
"Change it to what?"
Lin Qingqiu asked.
"Change to a long shot."
Chen Yan said.
"You just need to look at the camera and breathe."
Chen Yan said.
"OK."
Lin Qingqiu answered.
The phone hangs up.
A private club in Beijing.
Private rooms on the second floor.
Lin Shufen sat at the mahjong table.
She was wearing a dark green cheongsam.
He was holding an 80,000 yuan note between his fingers.
The green velvet on the table absorbed the light from the overhead lamp.
Three middle-aged men sat on the other three sides.
The ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.
Blue smoke swirled under the overhead light.
"President Lin, can you really handle Xingmei's demands?"
"That's what the Mediterranean man across from me asked."
Lin Shufen put 80,000 on the table.
"be able to eat."
Lin Shufen said.
"Gu Changchuan's funding chain has broken down."
The tall, thin man on the left said.
He exhaled a smoke ring.
"Jinghai Film & Television has been losing money for years."
The tall, thin man said.
"Zhang Haifeng has three films that are stuck in the censorship process."
The tall, thin man said.
He desperately needs cash flow to fill the hole.
"That's what the Mediterranean man said."
Lin Shufen picked up a card.
She rubbed her thumb on the card.
"Gu Changchuan contacted him?"
Lin Shufen asked.
"The two of them are in the next room, number two, tonight."
The Mediterranean man answered.
"If Gu Changchuan succeeds in a backdoor listing, his capital base can expand tenfold."
The tall, thin man said.
Lin Shufen placed the cards face down on the table.
She picked up the phone next to her.
Press the dial key.
Yanying Headquarters Office.
The landline on the desk rang.
The red indicator light on the base is flashing.
Su Wan pressed the speakerphone button.
Lin Shufen's voice came from the speaker.
"Gu Changchuan is looking for a shell."
Lin Shufen said.
The sound of mahjong tiles clashing was mixed in with the background noise.
"bump."
Lin Shufen said.
"Who did he contact?"
Chen Yan asked.
"Jinghai Film & Television".
Lin Shufen answered.
Chen Yan leaned back in his chair.
"A long-established film studio in Beijing, with complete distribution channels and listing qualifications."
Lin Shufen said.
"He wants to go public through a reverse merger."
Chen Yan said.
"Zhang Haifeng, the chairman of Jinghai, has organized a gathering tonight."
Lin Shufen said.
"Is Gu Changchuan present?"
Chen Yan asked.
"He's in room number two."
Lin Shufen answered.
Chen Yan looked at the glass of warm water on the table.
Send me Zhang Haifeng's schedule.
Chen Yan said.
"I've sent it to your phone."
Lin Shufen said.
The phone hangs up.
A busy tone came from the speaker.
"Jinghai Film & Television is a state-owned enterprise that has undergone restructuring."
Su Wan said.
"Zhang Haifeng owns 45% of the shares."
Su Wan said.
"Acquisition is not an option."
Chen Yan said.
"Gu Changchuan will acquire control through a premium acquisition."
Su Wan said.
"As long as he completes the shareholding reform, the funds can legally enter the country."
Su Wan said.
Chen Yan picked up the black pen on the table.
Remove the pen cap.
"Then let him buy it."
Chen Yan said.
He wrote four characters on a piece of white paper.
Jinghai Film & Television.
The pen tip pierced the paper.