Chapter 66

【Ding】

【God-level acting triggered】

【Character: Myanmar-based fraud group leader】

Lin Yu didn't speak or reply; he lowered his head, his eyes dull as he stared at the script in a daze.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Hao's patience had also reached its limit.

"Director Ning Hao! You cannot film this script."

Lin Yu looked up abruptly, his eyes indifferent, his tone firm.

"Uh."

Ning Hao was stunned. It wasn't that he was afraid of Lin Yu's eyes, but...

During this time, Ning Hao had been studying the script and had also come into contact with many survivors who had escaped from the parks.

They had described the eyes of the fraud ringleaders to Ning Hao in detail.

As a director, a required course is to draw the images in one's mind as sketches; this is what is called a movie storyboard.

Based on the descriptions of these people, Ning Hao had also drawn many portraits of fraud ringleaders, especially their eyes.

But just now, Ning Hao felt a bit dazed. How did Lin Yu's eyes match the ones in his subconscious... so perfectly!

"You... why do you say that?"

Ning Hao was a bit panicked now; he should have known better than to come to the appointment alone.

Usually, there would be an assistant director and an assistant accompanying him, but because the matter was sudden today, he had contacted Ning Hao's agent directly and rushed over.

"You should have guessed it by now."

"Those in the domestic entertainment industry aren't just Chinese."

Lin Yu rubbed his nose and smiled shallowly.

Holy crap!

At this moment, Ning Hao felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

Damn it!

If he couldn't hear it now, he would be a fool. Lin Yu must be an artist trained over there, tricking fans into free travel, and then naturally forming an industrial chain.

"Uh... Brother Lin, I... I... I'm filming this subject for the first time, and I don't know the rules of this trade."

Ning Hao was trembling all over, stuttering as he hurriedly waved his hands.

He glanced at the surroundings again—damn, why is everyone so dark? The more he looked, the more they looked like people from Myanmar.

It's all over!

He had been completely surrounded by them.

"So?"

"If you film this movie, no one will come to our side anymore."

"Do you think you are more important than the whole of Myanmar?"

"There are so many directors in the world, one less doesn't matter."

Lin Yu's tone remained as steady as before, his expression harmless to humans and animals, but this cold and indifferent look was even more chilling than being ruthless and ferocious.

"Brother Lin, I'm the producer, not the director. I'll withdraw my shares later."

"The director is called Shen Ao."

Hearing this, Ning Hao gasped and his throat moved.

He hurriedly sold out the director—better the monk than the temple!

First, survive this hurdle, then worry about the rest.

"By the way, Director, you were repairing bicycles at twenty, what do you think I should be doing?"

Lin Yu smiled, then his fingers moved toward his lower back.

Killing intent!

Director Ning Hao had been a director for half his life and thought this thing was non-existent, but at this moment, he truly felt it.

The incoming killing intent was too intense; it was impossible to have this aura without having killed someone.

He pulled out a gun!

I'm going to die!

I'm going to die in this coffee shop. The image of Ning Hao's wife and children suddenly lingered in his mind; the happy daily life of the family of three appeared before his eyes one after another.

"Please."

"Don't... I have money, please don't."

"My son is only two and a half years old."

"Sob sob sob."

Director Ning Hao felt as if his whole body had been drained; tears flowed uncontrollably down his eye sockets. This scene made him regret it—not only did he regret meeting Lin Yu, he even regretted being a director.

"Waiter, here's a tip, thank you for the paper and pen."

Lin Yu took out a hundred-yuan bill from his back pocket and handed it over generously.

"Director Ning, you can open it now."

Lin Yu instantly returned to the sunny and cheerful boy he was just a moment ago.

Ning Hao:???

He opened the note in his hand, and it clearly read:

【Director Ning Hao, do you think I can do it?】

Ning Hao: Holy crap!

................................................................................................................... PS: The data is dismal, I hope the big bosses can give some flowers and tickets to support, thank you very much! ===== CHAPTER 67 =====