"I have never done anything unscrupulous. The studio recruited me and promised me that I could make money so I could complete my studies."

"But every time I write a novel, my money is deducted. Many times, the introduction and outline I wrote were given to other authors just because they gave me a few pointers, just because they are relatives of you, Mr. Ma."

Lin Po clenched his fists, squeezing so hard that his fingertips turned white. His hands were already thin, and veins popped out, which looked a bit shocking.

Yang Xiaoli blinked as she looked at the two of them. She still favored Lin Po, after all, he was a fan of her boss. She didn't like Boss Ma, as he looked very shrewd and materialistic.

"You..." Boss Ma pointed at him angrily, his fingers shaking.

This taciturn guy used to tolerate being beaten or scolded, but afterward he could be appeased by giving him some sweet treats, and he would never disobey his orders.

I didn't expect that I would backstab him so thoroughly today.

Who gave him the courage!

"It's my fault for saying that. I really regret hiring you! I should have let you starve to death outside!"

"I didn't understand it before. I thought everything I wrote was rubbish and no one would read it. But now I know that the novels I wrote actually performed well and made a lot of money."

"I learned to write the script myself, and it was selected, which proves that I have talent."

"You're the one who constantly belittles me, saying I'm worthless and that everything I write is garbage. If it's garbage, why are you so eager to give it to your relatives? If it's garbage, why did you secretly submit my script?"

"I was on guard against you and only gave you two pages. Fortunately, I was on guard against you, otherwise my script would have become yours completely!"

Ma Mingbin was so angry at Lin Po that he trembled all over: "You..."

You talked for a long time but couldn't say anything.

Yan Mofei spoke at the right moment: "Since you all claim to be the original creators, come on, show me the evidence. I'll believe whoever can produce it."

Ma Mingbin was prepared and took out a handwritten script from his bag.

"I'm used to writing by hand first and then typing it in. This is my evidence."

In order to make it more realistic, he made some changes.

He believed that Lin Po could not produce better evidence than this.

Unexpectedly, Lin Po took out his phone calmly and said, "I have evidence too. I like taking photos and keeping records. I started thinking about this script three years ago. It contains the entire process from the first draft, to the monster drawings, to the final completion!"