James Wan sat bewildered at Dragon Media Company. Just moments ago, a blonde heiress had arrived and identified herself. He immediately recognized her as a rich second-generation heiress. Upon asking, he discovered she was the general manager of a film company, who had approached him to make a movie.

James Wan was utterly overjoyed. For a full ten years, he'd been doing odd jobs, building his resume, sending his resume and creative work to countless media companies, and in his thirties, he was still a failure. He wasn't starving, but he wasn't exactly well-off either. He didn't envy the glamorous lives of those big-name directors; he wanted to bring his work, his ideas, to life for everyone to see. (Ahem, of course, having girls around is also an option.)

Suddenly, Ivanka came to him and told him that her boss had taken a liking to him and wanted to cast him in a movie. Thank goodness, James Wan finally got his chance.

An opportunity to prove myself!!!

"Wen, what do you think of this script?" Shen Fang asked Wen Ziren, who seemed to have finished reading it.

James Wan took a sip of coffee.

"I'd like to ask, who wrote this script?"

Shen Fang smiled: "What do you think of what I wrote?"

James Wan frowned and said, "To be honest, I've always had a lot of experience with horror movies, and this type of film is also my favorite. The core of this movie is actually quite simple. With an investment of 5 million, making this kind of low-budget R-rated horror film shouldn't be too difficult to break even. As for whether it will be a big hit, I can't say for sure."

"However, I find the deeper meaning of this script very interesting: the limitations of human free will. We yearn for freedom, but in reality, we often find ourselves trapped in deeper constraints and control. This theme allows the film to delve deeper into humanity and philosophy beyond its horror elements."

Shen Fang smiled and gave Wen Ziren an approving look.

"Very good, this movie will be entrusted to you for production."

James Wan was incredibly excited upon hearing this. He hadn't even had an interview yet and he'd already passed?!

"Wen, for this film, you need to focus on a few key points: the tense atmosphere, the bloody scenes, and the ruthless chainsaw killer. These are all crucial."

“I think we can put a lot of effort into the music,” James Wan suggested.

Shen Fang nodded and looked at Ivanka: "This project will be in your hands. The funds will be in the account within two days. James Wan is in the crew, and everyone has to listen to him. I know that in Hollywood film production, the director is not important. It is all about division of labor and cooperation. But the core of our Dragon Entertainment is a good director and a good script. Whether it is filming, props, casting, or post-production editing, all of these will be handled by James Wan. Ivanka, you will be in charge of overall management."

Upon hearing this, James Wan expressed his gratitude repeatedly. This was incredibly kind of him; after a life of wandering, he had finally met a wise ruler. If his lord would not abandon him...

"Thank you so much, Chen. I... I... I really don't know how to thank you."

Shen Fang waved his hand: "A large part of the reason I chose you is because you are of Chinese descent. As fellow Chinese, I should help my compatriots. There is an old Chinese saying, 'Only those who are of one mind and one heart and sail together in the same boat can be true men.' Enough of the nonsense, I think you have a lot of ideas and are quite interesting. I want to sign you to become the head director of our Longteng."

Wen Ziren quickly replied, "If you don't mind, I'm willing to sign with Longteng."

Are you kidding me? Nobody wants him; he's practically begging. He started at 16, and for 16 years nobody's interested. He's still a nobody. Someone's offering to take him in and give him a meal; refusing that would be idiotic.

Shen Fang smiled and looked at Ivanka, who then took out an A4 contract from a short distance away and handed it to Wen Ziren.

James Wan glanced at the contract and found it to be very generous, including an annual salary, vacation time, bonuses, and a 1% share of the box office revenue. Of course, this was subject to restrictions; the revenue-sharing clause could only be enjoyed if a certain box office target was reached.

They provide RVs, five social insurances and one housing fund, and even the scripts are provided by the company. You don't even need to find the filming funds yourself. It's a film contract. After 10 movies are filmed, if you don't want to renew the contract, you can just walk away without any penalty for breach of contract. To be honest, if he hadn't done nothing, James Wan would have thought that Shen Fang was either a fraud or a complete idiot.

However, seeing the extraordinary presence of Shen Fang and Ivanka, James Wan believed his luck had turned. He immediately signed his name.

“Wen, if you have any suitable friends around you, you can introduce them. Our Longteng North American branch is just starting out and is in need of people. We need to recruit talents. If you have any suitable candidates, you can recommend them.”

Upon hearing this, James Wan thought of his good brothers. Don't think that America doesn't value interpersonal relationships and that anyone with ability can rise to the top. Actually, it's the same everywhere. America also values ​​social status, and racial discrimination is so severe here. What good is talent if you're a Chinese American? If it weren't for Saw, he would have remained a nobody for the rest of his life.

Everything is arranged.

Shen Kun signed a $100,000 signing fee for James Wan. James Wan left, ecstatic. Once outside, he pinched his cheek hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming, then burst into laughter in the middle of the street. The foreign onlookers thought he was crazy.

James Wan took out his phone to find his best buddy.

"Hey Peter, out for a drink. I need to talk to you. I've struck it rich, I'm rich! I'm taking you to see strippers tonight, I'll get you two 38Ds, come quick!!!"

"Hey Annie, I've struck it rich! What? You want to break up with me??? Fine, break up then, get lost! I'm rich now, I'm getting a bunch of girls with me tonight, damn it!!!"

"Hey Jack, yeah, it's me. Red Romance tonight, you know, the Red Romance bar in Chinatown. Yeah, I need to talk to you. I took on a project, let's chat tonight. The boss is loaded. Okay, see you later."

After finishing his gathering with friends, James Wan sat in his beat-up car, grinning like he was about to devour someone.

"I'm finally going to turn things around!!!"