Jian Xiaojun chewed on the dried meat, her face revealing undisguised hatred.
"I endured the pressure from my parents for two more months, and finally got the competition results. I wasn't selected; my name wasn't on the long list."
“After that, my parents stopped believing me and ordered me to go out and find a job. Rumors started spreading in the village that I was sponging off my parents and that the story of ‘The Mute Woman’ had nothing to do with me. Even if my parents hadn’t pressured me, I didn’t want to stay there any longer.”
Like Guan Yue, Jian Xiaojun ultimately chose to escape.
"I went out to look for a job. But every job asked me for work experience. I wanted to take the civil service exam, but I couldn't put down my script. In the end, I was stuck in the middle, not good enough for anything, and I didn't do any of them well."
“I used to be a tutor at a tutoring center. I tutored all the students from first grade to junior high school. I had 30 classes a week. I also worked as a clerk at a braised food shop. I sold spoiled duck legs to a customer. Not only did I not receive my salary, but I also had to pay the shop manager 1,000 yuan.”
“I worked as an apprentice at a beauty salon, earning 1,500 yuan a month. I was fired quickly because I couldn’t attract new members; I also worked as a caregiver at a mental hospital, where people often sang loudly in the middle of the night and the toilet was cleaned up anytime, anywhere.”
“I’ve also worked in sales, worked as a murder mystery game shop clerk, and even for a period of time, I made harassing phone calls to all kinds of people; I went to a bubble tea shop to make bubble tea, but I was ostracized by a small group.”
As she spoke of these things, Jian Xiaojun remained calm, as if she were in deep meditation. Shang Yechu actually saw a kind of Buddhist nature in this person of the same age.
“I can’t do anything well because I always think in my heart… I am the author of ‘The Mute Woman’.”
For a moment, Shang Yechu almost thought that she and Ji Juntao had ruined this girl. However, Jian Xiaojun raised her eyes, looked at Shang Yechu, and said seriously, "Don't misunderstand, Yechu, I didn't mean to blame you."
“A year ago, when I was working as a waiter at a fast food restaurant, I encountered a few customers who were watching short videos on their phones and laughing out loud. The lines in the videos sounded very familiar—I immediately recognized them as lines from my script. It was the script I submitted to Tianding Entertainment for the script competition!”
Shang Yechu's heart skipped a beat. She knew all too well how shady her circle was, if she wasn't mistaken—
"I didn't care about anything else at the time, and asked the customers about the source of the short video. That night, I quit my job at the fast food restaurant and decided to go to Tianding Entertainment to demand an explanation."
"That short video is a trailer for a movie produced by Tianding Entertainment. The movie is called 'The Edge of Justice,' and it's about a veteran detective who clears the name of a wrongfully convicted criminal in an old case."
"Tian Ding Entertainment's script competition didn't award me any prizes, but they stole my script, dismembered it, pieced it together, and turned it into another movie!"
At this point, Jian Xiaojun's eyes welled up with tears, and she said angrily, "Thieves! Robbers! Parasites! They stole the essence and creativity of my script and claimed it as their own. The screenwriter's name on the credits for the movie 'The Edge of Justice' is one I've never seen before!"
"I was furious. I wanted to go to Tianding Entertainment to demand an explanation, but I didn't even know where their headquarters were. I wanted to sue, but I didn't even know who to sue. The little money I had saved up wasn't even enough to hire the cheapest lawyer..."
Shang Yechu felt a pang of anxiety. The sordid ways of the entertainment industry hadn't changed in either of her two lives. It was just that when these misfortunes befell people she knew well, it was always even more alarming.
“I…I really have no other choice…” Jian Xiaojun’s hands trembled. “I thought of President Ji and you. So, I contacted President Ji, hoping to ask her for help…”
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