Ever since Ji Xinghe's phone crashed for the second time, this old phone could no longer support its function. Ji Xinghe tried several times but couldn't open it.
The next morning, Ji Xinghe left home early and wanted to go to a mobile phone repair shop to ask if the phone could be repaired. If not, he would have to buy a new one.
"Master, can this phone be repaired?" Ji Xinghe asked.
The repairman took Ji Xinghe's phone apart and took a look at it. Finally, he shook his head and said, "You've used this phone for a long time, and it's not a particularly expensive phone. You might as well buy a new one with the money you'd spend on repairing it."
The master was quite honest and did not let Ji Xinghe spend hundreds of dollars to replace the screen.
Ji Xinghe took the phone, nodded, and then thanked the master, "Thank you, master. I won't repair it now. I'll go buy another one."
It's quite funny.
It was unclear whether Zhao Wan had forgotten or deliberately overlooked that, as children of the Ji family, Ji Xin and Ji Hao were given a certain amount of pocket money every month, but Ji Xinghe received none, and he didn't even know he had any. Until now, all Ji Xinghe had left was the few hundred yuan that the kind police officers had scraped together.
Fortunately, Ji Xinghe had gone to an Internet cafe before, logged into the background of his main account, and then withdrew several thousand yuan to his bank card. It is estimated that the money has arrived in his account now.
Here, I have to thank the rich comrade who has been setting off fireworks under his videos. Zhou Minghui has also been more careful this time. Before he buys this small broken website, he will slow down the speed of his fireworks and try to set off fireworks for Ji Xinghe for a whole day within the limited upper limit!
At this point, Ji Xinghe noticed that there was one more person setting off fireworks for him today. The number of views was still five, which meant that among these five viewers, there were actually two wealthy people. What kind of quality and probability was this?
After seeing this, Ji Xinghe said in the comment section that they should not be released. The main reason was that he himself was not yet able to adapt to the life where a peerless beauty could make a living by relying on her looks, and he always felt a little guilty.
After receiving Ji Xinghe's reply, the fireworks became even more intense. The X2 effect was much more spectacular than yesterday. Ji Xinghe finally understood. Well, they had plenty of money. So he didn't bother to persuade them anymore.
As for the two wealthy men who later sent private messages asking for Ji Xinghe's contact information, Ji Xinghe rejected both requests. He responded coldly, saying that if they wanted a refund, they could leave their bank account number and he would refund the money. But forget about contact information, as he was a white girlfriend. He took money but didn't give out contact information, refusing to develop any feelings.
Quotes from a complete scumbag.
Ji Xinghe thought, "I've been such a jerk, you guys should be angry and demand a refund, right?" To his surprise, the two tycoons, perhaps a bit masochistic, said "yes" in a gentle manner and continued to set off fireworks.
Finally, when Ji Xinghe left the internet cafe, he could only stroke his cheek in front of the black computer screen and sigh, "Alas, blue-faced men are the root of trouble."
This made the guy walking by look at Ji Xinghe with a very strange look, probably because he had never seen such a narcissistic person.
Ji Xinghe lamented that with two wealthy people among the five audience members, a 40% probability was quite high. However, the remaining three audience members then demonstrated through their actions that this was just the beginning, and that our quality was all very high.
***
Country A
"I spend so much dollars every month to hire you to work, and I suddenly feel that this may be a wrong decision." Director Joyce's tone was very harsh.
Joyce comes from a family of directors. His father, grandfather, and he have all won the highest honor for directors in Country A. However, unlike his father and grandfather, he was not satisfied after receiving the award at the age of 34. Instead, he felt a sense of loneliness and lack of understanding.
He used to make movies for the audience, for art, and for box office, but this time, he planned to make a movie for himself, to reflect his inner world.
They say genius is on the left, madness on the right. Genius and madness are often separated by a fine line. What is the inner world of a genius like? If it could be visualized, it would surely be bizarre. The only people who could understand it, besides fellow geniuses, would be madmen.
After Joyce came up with this idea, he quickly and decisively assembled a group of top-notch people. Unfortunately, there were no geniuses or madmen working for him. Whenever Joyce expressed what he wanted, he was often met with blank faces.
"Do you understand that feeling?" Joyce tried to use simple language to make everyone understand. "There's a saying in Country C: 'One glance, ten thousand years.' It means that when you see someone, even if it's just a glance, it feels like ten thousand years have passed. It's an incomparable shock, a beauty that transcends time and reality. This beauty is both illusory and real. Do you understand? It exists, but it also doesn't exist."
Joyce was talking about his dreams, or more precisely, his fantasies from his youth. Joyce's inner world was not particularly bizarre; it contained only an extreme pursuit of beauty and fantasy.
He began imagining and depicting it at age twelve and continued until he was thirty-five. Finally, at thirty-five, he felt his depiction was perfect. The most beautiful things in the world were in his mind. And now, he wanted to bring this beauty closer to reality through the medium he knew best—film—and dedicate it to everyone in the world.
The moment He is truly born, the world will be amazed and fascinated by Him.
"Okay. I think I understand what you want." Joyce's agent paused and then asked a crucial question. "You have an existence in your heart, a fantasy, and you think it is the most beautiful. There is nothing more beautiful or more incredible than it."
Joyce nodded, her expression softening a little.
"But have you ever thought about how we're going to portray Him in the movie? Is He a person, or a thing? Or does He not exist at all?"
"He is a person, you know, old friend. The reason I haven't been in a relationship or married yet is because of Him. I'm not a fetishist."
"If you hadn't been like this since childhood and hadn't always behaved normally, I would have sent you to a mental hospital long ago." Only a madman could fall in love with someone you imagined.
Then the agent said, "So here's the question. Which actor do you think could play the role of your dream lover? What's he like?"
The agent held up a photo.
Joyce took it and tore it into pieces with an expressionless face.
The agent shrugged, "What a shame. He just won first place in the list of the 100 most beautiful faces in the world this year."
"Heh." Joyce sneered.
As the two big guys clashed, the minions sitting below trembled in fear and didn't dare to say a word.
"Then I'll call the special effects company I worked with before. How about that? The special effects are very shocking and very realistic."
"Haha." Joyce sneered again.
"Then who do you want to find? As long as you can tell me, I will find it for you." The agent was tired.
Joyce continued to look expressionless. If he could find someone, would he still be angry here?
The agent tried to get Joyce to give up his film project and make other films instead. There were many people lining up to invite Joyce to make a film. No matter what he made, it would be better than wasting time on a nonsensical person.
Joyce lowered his head, refusing to listen to his agent's advice anymore, and played with his phone as if he couldn't hear him.
They didn't realize how important this was to them. If there was no suitable candidate, Joyce would rather use an empty shot instead than ruin all the beautiful fantasies he had from the age of twelve to the age of thirty-five.
The author has something to say: Little Star: Okay, okay, stop calling, I know you are talking about me. Right now, wait until I buy a new phone.
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