Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Three

Ji Dajun often harassed Xue Ling, wanting to resume his relationship with her.Xue Ling said that she really couldn't bear his violent character.This guy would often come to find trouble, ranging from swearing and punching, Xue Ling always swallowed his anger.Xiao Xin, who was taller than Ji Dajun and half younger than him, obviously couldn't make a move. At most, he let Xue Ling take a few less hits, but he never dared to confront Ji Dajun directly.Several times the three of them scuffled in the room, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I went to persuade them, Xue Ling said through the door: "This is our business."

According to Xue Ling, Ji Dajun just came out of prison.Three years ago, just because a man said a few words to Xue Ling, Ji Dajun cut the man's lips with a kitchen knife.Ji Dajun has some background in his family, so he came out soon.Xue Ling felt that his imprisoning disaster was related to her after all, and with the previous relationship, she always swallowed her anger. Once, Ji Dajun, who was very drunk, came to see Xue Ling again. When Xue Ling was not there, he came to me "with all his heart", telling me how he loved Xue Ling and went to jail for her; She sacrificed her virgin body and had several abortions for him.He also said that he was unlucky, and this bitch actually found someone from other places.I immediately got up and said, "I'm also a stinky person, so don't spend your heart out with me, a stinky scumbag."

The guy immediately apologized with a shy smile, I didn't bother to talk to him when I went back to the room, he felt bored and left without a sound. Once, Xue Ling was beaten again until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she was bedridden.I persuaded Xue Ling to report to the police, but she was still unwilling: "After all, there was a period before, when I called the police, he had to go in again." I blame Xiaoxin, you can't even protect your own woman, you want someone else to marry you?Simply go back to Shaolin Temple to learn kung fu for a few years before coming out to play.Xiaoxin cracked the coffee table with a punch: "Brother Ge, it's not that I dare not, so don't let me do it."

Xue Ling choked on him: "What are you going to do? If you do it, will you lose your security job?" "My heart is too soft, after all, I am a Buddhist disciple." I said. Xiao Xin's face was flushed, and he spoke convincingly: "The next time you see me, the master said, if you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore." Xue Ling hissed disapprovingly.I said to her: "If you don't report the crime, you should let your family know. If you don't ask Ji Dajun's parents, you will be beaten to death sooner or later." Xue Ling shook her head: "It's useless, because these two men, the family ignores me. My dad gave this apartment, and said that my life and death have nothing to do with them."

Ji Dajun was even more confident. He not only beat Xue Ling, but also threatened me on the phone, telling me to move out quickly. He said that he had seen through the red dust and could do anything.I suppressed my distaste and patiently persuaded him, but when he made rude remarks, I stopped talking to him.I asked Xue Ling to quickly and properly handle the dispute. Even if your place is a hotel, you still have to ensure the safety of the passengers, right?Xue Ling always said that it was a bluff, that guy is currently on medical parole, but he is drunk. Xue Ling's cowardice finally led to bloodshed.One night, suddenly the door was slammed, followed by violent shouting, kicks and sharp objects.Xue Ling and Xiao Xin came out to push against the wooden door, and I also went to help.As the ground shook and the mountains shook, the wooden door began to crack, and the smell of alcohol wafted in.I said to Xue Ling: "Xiao Xin and I are fighting against each other, you should call the police immediately, or it will be too late if you don't."

Xue Ling hesitated, and suddenly a piece of wood was cut off, and I warned Xue Ling again: "If you don't report it, I will report it." Xue Ling said sharply, "No beating, this is my business!" I turned back to my room.The wooden door was quickly chopped open, and Xue Ling and Xiao Xin screamed.I probed and saw that the sharp blade had penetrated the wooden door, and the two of them dared not block the door with their bodies.Suddenly, a large piece of the door was chopped off, and the latch was crumbling.Ji Dajun, who reeked of alcohol like a wild beast, rushed in the door, brandishing a kitchen knife.Xiaoxin and Xue Ling ran to the bedroom, but the door of the bedroom was slashed by a knife, and then hit by a wild beast that would give up their lives, and they quickly lost their defense.All I could hear were beatings, yelling, scolding, and smashing of furniture, and suddenly a sharp and mournful howl overshadowed everything, making my skin stand on end.Across the living room, I saw Xiaoxin hugging Ji Dajun by the waist, and Xue Ling running towards my bedroom with her hair disheveled. She was covered in blood from head to toe, like a basin of fresh blood poured down her head.Xue Ling ran and yelled at me to call the police.

Xue Ling hid in my bedroom, and I stood against the bedroom door with my body.I saw dirty black blood pouring out of her hair like a hot spring, and there was a vast ocean underground.I picked up the phone, there was no sound of electricity in the phone, the line had been cut off.I tried to get the mobile phone on the bed, but the door was knocked open by Ji Dajun who looked like a bullfight, and he chased Xue Ling red-eyed.Xiao Xin and I hugged him with all our might, and I yelled, "Do you fucking want to get shot?" Ji Dajun was stunned for a moment, Xiaoxin took the opportunity to grab his wrist, Ji Dajun cursed while struggling: "None of your business, you stinky foreigner!"

I too snarled, "This is my bedroom! Get out!" We finally worked together to take off his bloody kitchen knife.He went to chase Xue Ling again, and the three of them ran to the opposite bedroom again.Obviously, this is a deceitful dog, he only beat Xue Ling, but did not attack me and Xiao Xin.In just a few minutes, there were bloodstains all over the floor, walls, doors, computer keyboards and clothes, and the solemn bloody smell made people dizzy.The floor of my bedroom had the most blood, and I almost fell into a pool of blood when I was walking. There was a cool breeze on the street at midnight. I woke up a little and called the police.A few minutes later, a police car whizzed by and stopped beside me, and a policeman asked me to get in the car.A policeman looked at me warily and ordered, "Name? ID card?"

"What do you mean? I'm reporting the crime." I complained.The police said coldly that the identity verification was also required to report the case. I did not bring my ID card and reported my number. They checked my number on their laptop, warned me to stay in the car, drew their pistols, and went into the yard.After a while, I saw Xue Ling stumbled out with disheveled hair, a ball of towel was pressed on her head, and the towel was already soaked with blood; She stopped; the dim light made half of her blood-losing face paler, and with the blood-splattered dress and erratic gait, she looked like a vampire wandering around in the middle of the night.Xiaoxin followed along dejectedly.Ji Dajun was shirtless, with his bloody shirt slung across his shoulders, he didn't say a word, his eyes were still ferocious.The police were in the back, carrying a plastic bag containing the murder weapon in their hands.Xue Ling and Xiaoxin saw that I was silent, and Ji Dajun scolded viciously: "You are tired of your work, you stinky!"

I cursed back: "Fuck you!" He still wanted to scold, but the police yelled at him, "Shut up!" The policemen murmured for a while, and decided to go to the hospital first and then the police station.At this time, the policeman said: "You can go, thank you for supporting our work." The lights in the corridor were out, and I groped my way back to the basement in the dark.With the dim light of the mobile phone screen, find the lighter and candle in the living room. At midnight on a midsummer night in 2002, a corner of the Beijing city below the horizon was enveloped in the atmosphere of blood and violence.Under the faint candlelight like will-o'-the-wisp, the room was in a mess, furniture, kitchen utensils, tableware and bedding were scattered everywhere, porridge made by Xue Ling was also spilled on the floor, glass shards were everywhere.The blood is bloody, and there is blood everywhere: the blood on the wall is sprayed like stars, and there are a few irregular palms, footprints and knife cut marks; the blood on the ground is like a mess of miniature streams and shallow pools, destroyed by the footprints in all directions .A few strands of blood-clotted hair were scattered here and there.I was amazed that there was so much blood in such a petite body.

I cleaned the floor of the bedroom with a mop, wiped the blood on the wooden door and the computer keyboard with a wet towel, and it took me a long time to clean it up.The hole in the door was big enough for a wolf to get in.The locks and bolts were all broken, so I pushed the sofa and cabinet behind the wooden door.I changed a sheet and got ready for bed.Suddenly Xue Ling called her mobile phone and apologized first, saying that she was still getting stitches in the hospital, and Ji Dajun was taken to the police station. She said that he would be bailed out soon. This man is very vindictive, I'd better go to a hotel For one night, she pays for the accommodation. I thought of a hotel, and I also wanted to spend the night at Yang Xingchen's house nearby, but I finally gave up.I searched the kitchen for a while, but there was no axe, steel pipe, or file. The most lethal thing was still the unsharp kitchen knife.I sigh, kitchen knife! TMD kitchen knife!We are so unimaginative that we have to resort to kitchen utensils whether we are committing crimes or defending ourselves!Fortunately, the kitchen knife was not locked on the cutting board and stuffed under the pillow.Less than an hour ago, this was the scene of a bloody murder. At this moment, I am alone, sleeping on a kitchen knife, waiting for the knife.In the second half of the night, I woke up several times, and each time I subconsciously put my hand into the pillow. In the morning, I saw Xue Ling's head was shaved and tightly bandaged, like a wounded soldier who escaped death.Her face was as white as paper, her lips were as black as mud, and her eyes were like tarnished glass balls.I asked how the situation was, and Xiaoxin said that she had eleven stitches. I sighed: "How will you end up like this?" The two were speechless.After a long while, Xue Ling said with difficulty: "You move quickly, he will definitely come back to seek revenge on you. He is just a lunatic." I connected the cut phone line outside the door frame, searched for listings online, and moved out the same day.A day later, I called Xue Ling, and Ji Dajun really went there to find me with bigger kitchen utensils.I met him on the bus one afternoon in a smoky heat, and I got out of the bus when he spotted me.He sticks his neck out of the window and yells, a bottle of mineral water hits me, I quickly catch it, unopened iced mineral water!I smiled and waved to the face of the car whose rear window was squeezed into a pancake-like face, and walked slowly towards another bus. Realized again that living with the landlord was a huge mistake, even though the new landlord was much more beneficial, it was still uncomfortable.Liu Bei lived in Jiangdong as a son-in-law, so he couldn't help swallowing his anger, not to mention you are a tenant and a foreigner. I am also dissatisfied with the layout of this house. There is a common problem in old buildings in Beijing. The living room, kitchen and bathroom are extremely narrow, especially the kitchen. , or the head touched the range hood.It’s not a big problem to take turns using the bathroom, but the kitchen and living room are troublesome. You’re often so hungry that your eyes stare at you, and the host is slow to cook the soup. Finally, it’s your turn, and it’s a mess again, so you just eat restaurants every day.I made up my mind to only live for one season, and never share the same roof with the landlord in the future. Piracy appeared within 10 days after the book was published, which makes you have to marvel that piracy is the most efficient dirty industry in China.Walking on the overpass in the community in the evening, my book was in my eyes. I picked it up and saw that the printing was rough, and the asking price was ten yuan each.Worried that these grandchildren were shoddy, I squatted down to proofread.Sure enough, even if the pirates keep pace with the times and computer scans, there are still many mistakes, and I am mad at you. The female book seller persuaded me: "This book is interesting, and the sex description is hot enough." "I heard that there are no sexual descriptions, and they have all been deleted as eunuchs." I said deliberately. The book seller turned to the back cover: "Look, the first writer in China to be naked on the cover has been reported. It's not popular enough." "How is the book selling?" I suppressed a smile. "I sell more than twenty copies a day, brother, do you think it's popular?" The female book seller smiled mysteriously. I asked, "Where did you get the goods?" The book seller was a little wary, and took the book back and put it on the stall: "Brother, you can buy it or not, why do you ask?" From a bookstall in an underground passage, the books were stolen at a higher level—the title and content of the book were exactly the same; but the author was replaced by a hot writer, whom I interviewed when I was in "Human Essence". On the phone, He Xin was both worried and happy: "It's a good thing that someone steals your edition, especially the first book, which shows that you think highly of you. How many people beg to steal but no one steals." I complained: "Stealing my book is stealing my money as well as stealing your money, which is secondary; wearing someone else's vest seriously hurts my feelings." He Xin laughed: "This is the spur of the pirates to you. It shows that you have strength but not yet famous. The eyes of the pirates are bright." I asked angrily: "Just let them be so rampant? I only found two places in the small street where I live. How many are there in Beijing? How many are there in the whole country? What shall we eat and drink if this continues?" "You won't be unable to eat, right?" He Xin laughed, and asked me to collect the manuscript fee, and at the same time bring the pirated books with me. For a mere 20,000 yuan in royalties, the tax deduction is more than 3,000 yuan, accurate to the point.Complaints belong to complaints, or sign, collect money, and leave.Surprisingly, a North American Chinese-language newspaper serialized the novel, and unexpectedly received a post-tax manuscript fee of 3,000 U.S. dollars, which was paid by their agency in China at an exchange rate of 1:8.5, which was actually higher than domestic royalties.Several domestic newspapers wanted to serialize it, but they gave up due to contract restrictions. After getting these two huge sums of money, I bought an ordinary digital camera, and put the rest into the stock market.Within a year, "Changhong" has fallen from 20 yuan to less than 10 yuan, with a loss of more than 70%. I was smart enough to think that it was a good time to cover my position.It turned out that in the first half of my upright life, another stain was left behind. Oshima's assistant Wenfeng met me at the "Oshima Studio" in the Asian Games Village.This studio is like many small companies, private apartments, corporate decoration and furnishings.Spacious and simple, with light blue wooden floors, because on the top floor, there is plenty of light.There are some movie posters on the wall, many of which are Oshima's works, and the bookshelves are full of film and television books and magazines. Wenfeng is in his thirties, dressed as a professional manager.He praised my book a bit, saying that it is a bit of a ruffian style, and the first half is a bit like "A Place of Duck Feathers".I am frank and have been badly influenced by the ruffian, but the background of the story has nothing to do with Beijing.I said he is a Beijing ruffian, I am a Sichuan ruffian, a boy from a large courtyard in the capital, and a rotten dragon on the streets of a small town, the pattern is different.My concern is whether Oshima is interested. "To be honest, the chances are very slim. There are groups of people who give away the notebooks, and they all give away for nothing." He looked distressed, and pointed to the scripts in the file cabinet, "Da Dao had his own idea, and found someone to plan it. He participated in writing it himself, and he has formed his own unique style. And the schedule is three years later.” I am disappointed.Wen Feng said: "Even if Da Dao wanted to make a film, it might be completely unrecognizable. Many parts of your novel can't pass the test. You don't know how strict the censorship is now." "That depends on the person, Oshima's level—?" I looked puzzled. "I don't know if you're not in this line of work. Famous directors are watching more closely." Wen Feng brought me a script and let me read it for a while, and said, "This script, just because the protagonist is a hooligan, can't pass after several revisions—you guys How to let a gangster be the protagonist? How to educate the next generation?" "This is called an anti-hero, and there are too many in literary works. Cao Cao, the godfather, Forrest Gump, the protagonist Julien, the protagonist Han Solo in "Star Wars", Ya Shenyue in "Death Note"...I can’t say it all Come on." I disagreed, "People are complicated, and the binary division of either good or bad, or enemy or friend is too mentally retarded. You can't use dialectics to look at many things, and you will be stupid at first glance. Model drama, the protagonist Are they all tall and fake?" "It's much easier to think like us." Wenfeng looked helpless, so I had no choice but to get up and leave. Wenfeng said apologetically, "It's good to get to know each other. If there is a chance in the future, we can cooperate." The planning director of a company invited me to dinner. In the harmonious atmosphere deliberately concocted, he first praised the work for a while, saying that I am a "ghost spirit", and then pointed out some flaws that need more experienced screenwriters to "operate." ".I immediately agreed, and wanted to do it myself. "This is a technical job, and it's a bit mysterious to be inexperienced. There are many good directors now, but good screenwriters are—" He shook his head. He said that after discussing with the boss, he was willing to buy the film and television adaptation rights, but there were two conditions. One, I did not participate in the script, and two, I rejected my offer of 100,000 yuan, and only offered 20,000 yuan.I proposed not to let me earn the screenwriter's share, and I would have to pay 80,000 yuan.Both sides said reconsider.After several negotiations, nothing happened. To my surprise, the vice president of another large company made an appointment to meet me in person.In the luxurious office in that five-star office building, the potbellied boss first chatted with me for a while, but when he learned that I lived with the landlord, he cut to the chase.He said very kindly: "The conditions are tough enough, little Ge, seeing that you are a real person, you can also do this job. I will help you, how about earning some quick money?" I even said that I wish I could pick up a wallet after a fall.The boss changed the subject and asked me if I had ever heard of a popular emotional playwright and screenwriter. I said it was like thunder, his works were like leeks, and he was very productive!Both the vegetable buyers and the vegetable sellers know it. "Do you really think it was written by him? He has three heads and six arms? Do you believe that a writer or screenwriter writes a few books or a few plays every year?" The boss seemed to wake up the dreamer, "I told you for nothing. Well, the first few films were indeed written by him. When he became famous, he set up his own team and mass-produced them according to his style. Now I have an opportunity to cooperate with him, urban emotional drama, I think you are fine." "Let me be the shooter?" I laughed. "Don't say it so ugly, not everyone can be a shooter. Besides-the money comes quickly." The boss enlightened me, "You write it, and I will treat you well. I will give you two thousand for one episode. A novice is already It’s very high, others have to check it, and we have to pay the big bucks.” "It's a bit unfair, isn't it?" I forced a smile on my face, and he enlightened me: "My brother is not young anymore, why don't you see it? There are a lot of unfair things in the world. This is how it is in this business, and you have to admit it when you do it." Rules. Besides, aren’t you short of money to spend?” "I'm short of money, it's not about money, I've never done such a sneaky thing." I also seemed to enlighten him, "There is a way to steal!" "Don't say it so ugly, you get paid for your work. It costs 40,000 yuan to write 20 episodes, and it takes four to five months to write fast. Are you not short of money? How many people are waiting to do it." Seeing my face show Embarrassed, the boss is persuasive, "There is a first time for everything." The boss glanced at the female employees passing by the door, and smiled secretly, "You said that a woman's first time is precious enough, it should be timeless, but it should be timeless." It's broken." "You really know how to draw metaphors, so it's better for you to write." I laughed loudly, stood up and apologized, shrugged and said goodbye.The boss stood up, a little disappointed: "Think about it, I will give you an extra 500 yuan per episode. If you think about it, come to me." "Don't think about it." I walked straight out, and the boss muttered from behind: "You're so noble!" Oshima really thought of me.Wenfeng said that Oshima wanted to meet me, and he might let me participate in a "New Year's Movie" project.I rushed there under the scorching sun, and a group of people from Oshima were playing billiards under the huge awning on the terrace.After the introduction by the assistant, Oshima stopped to shake my hand and exchanged a few pleasantries.Oshima is tall and thin, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and loafers. He has a quack temperament. He looks like a gangster tycoon on the beach, but he doesn't have much airs.I asked Oshima, "You also like to play billiards?" "It sounds like you like it too?" Oshima asked me back. "Yeah, I used to fight all night long." "Would you like to play?" Oshima politely handed me the club, and my hands were itchy, so I controlled it. Opposing Oshima is Fang Meihua, a Chinese writer living in the United States. This man once wrote a column in a major newspaper, writing anecdotes and anecdotes about traveling in the United States.I found that Oshima's skills are far worse than his directing skills. Like many billiard players, his movements with the gun are quite satisfactory, and he is also three points and one line when aiming, but his movements are deformed at the moment of hitting.His opponents were also mediocre.I'm glad I didn't play, otherwise the host and guests would be very embarrassed. Take a seat on the cool living room couch.Da Dao picked up the book I sent over, flipped through it and said, "I flipped through your book briefly, and I can see that you are greatly influenced by the ruffian." "Yeah, aren't you with him?" I laughed, "He also loves you very much, and uses your real name in the novels." "Old friend." "A few years ago, I co-wrote a letter to you. Even the manuscript was sent to Beijing. It was not published at that time, and the manuscript was photocopied." "When? I don't seem to have any memory." "Don't mention it, the letter was returned. No one was found. It's about the climax of the dark and dark climax that you guys worked together on TV." I complained, "I don't know the address. Forwarded from 'Hee Hee TV', both your name and Mr. Pi’s name are written on the addressee’s part of the envelope, with a dot in the middle.” Fang Meihua laughed at the side: "It must be someone in the mail room who saw that there were no foreigners in our station, and called back with 'pa'." I looked ashamed, and the boys laughed.I asked, "It seems that you haven't cooperated for a long time now." "I'm busy." Da Dao was noncommittal, and turned to the topic, "This novel has too much information, so it's more suitable for TV, but now I don't make TV dramas." I was a little disappointed, and took a pat on the back with a famous quote from Oshima: "If you don't make TV dramas, what are people watching?" Oshima looked very helpful and said, "I'm only making movies now, let's talk about another book today." Oshima took out a collection of essays by Fang Meihua, found one, and asked Wenfeng to take me to the next room for a quick look, while they chatted outside.This illustrated story of less than three pages is about nostalgia and fate.What Oshima meant was to write a script based on this story. Oshima asked me to go back with the book and think about it. We will discuss it after a week. This is a rare opportunity, and I have to take it seriously.I read the story three times, and after thinking hard, I listed my ideas in a notebook.What I am worried about is that the background of the story is in the United States, and some details are afraid to be misleading, but with the participation of the original author, it should not be a big problem. During the re-discussion, everyone drank chrysanthemum tea and ate watermelon, chatting about the story like chatting.Considering that the original author is here, I am very low-key, just filling in the gaps in their eloquence.For the few plots I designed, they thought it was okay.After chatting for two or three hours, Da Dao received a call from a Hong Kong star to make an urgent appointment, so the partnership broke up.Da Dao asked the driver to take Fang Meihua and me home. When we left, Da Dao ordered not to disclose any information to the media.There was no further information on this matter, and then Wenfeng called, and the film about the rapist was revised several times and passed, so the substitute project was shelved. On the contrary, several readers and small company owners approached me and impassionedly incited me to make the book into a film and television work.A Northeast man who was born as a poet said in an unquestionable tone that as long as I join hands with him, we will be the Spielberg, Antonioni, Lucas or James Cameron of the Chinese film and television industry in less than ten years. A few wolves with big tails who are exhausted, let them go.In fact, they are all like me, with many ideas and small wallets, and they have never been able to find a solid investment.After expressing my feelings several times, the flag died down.