I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 296: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (52)

On the other hand, Ye Zhao was completely enraged.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the coffee table, and smiled.

Ruthless words fell from his lips like hail—

"Is it possible that as a screenwriter, when adapting someone else's IP, no matter how good the work is, you just need to present it faithfully in the form of a film or TV series, so that the public can understand the original work and read the original story?"

"I don't think you, the screenwriter, need to bring your own personal opinions and distort your values, and condescendingly criticize the original work."

"If it has no redeeming qualities, why is it so popular and still selling well?"

"You're drastically modifying other people's hard work. What's the difference between this and buying someone else's yogurt-flavored chocolate, unwrapping it, taking out their chocolate, mixing it with your durian chocolate, and then selling it?"

"Although they're both chocolate, the taste is obviously not the same as the original. If the adaptation is good, it's because of its own ability, surpassing the original. If it collapses, it's because the original wasn't that good either. The good has nothing to do with the original, and the bad is all the fault of the adaptation..."

"Afterwards, they even went on a rampant buying of trending searches, saying the adaptation was very faithful and that fans of the original book were very satisfied?"

"The original party members being represented wanted to call the police after hearing this."

"You are so talented, why don't you create your own original work? Don't you want to?"

Ye Zhao looked straight ahead, not hiding his dissatisfaction with him at all.

I understand what he was thinking, and I know why he came up with such a script that tricks the audience into coming in and killing them.

He himself is a divine gold.

The stubborn kind.

If you can't even give a normal person an ending, what qualifications do you have to criticize and talk about the original work?

No!

This project must not fail in his hands.

"Vice President Ye, you..."

Pei Su was stunned, as if he hadn't expected him to be so excited. "As long as it looks good, isn't that enough?"

"The first few episodes relied on the original novel to trick people into coming in and killing them, then the middle episodes deviated from the character design, the plot was weird, the mind-numbing plot was dragged out, and the ending was a mess, with the protagonist's life and death unknown. How can you call this good?"

"How much psychological trauma has this caused?"

Ye Zhao had a fake smile, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

When I think about the dramas I used to follow, they were all like this without exception, and I couldn’t help but feel angry.

Every time, one second he praises the screenwriter, and the next second he makes a big mess.

Avoid the minefield and put yourself on the blacklist for life.

"I just want world peace..."

Pei Su made a last-ditch struggle.

Ye Zhao didn't buy it. "Put away your toxic chicken soup. Stop making excuses for your arrogance and stupidity. If you love world peace so much, why are you a screenwriter? You should do charity..."

"You're making nonsense!" Pei Su slammed the table and stood up, his face flushed with anger.

Ye Zhao didn't indulge him. "This author trusted you so much, chose you by name, had high hopes for you, and expected you to present this story well. What did you do? You beat up someone's child, crippled it, and made it look beyond recognition. And you're so proud of it, huh?"

Even if we have never met before, this is still a sudden disaster.

"Vice President Ye, you said so much. If you are so capable, why don't you do it yourself?" Pei Su sneered.

Ye Zhao stuck to the point. "I spent money to buy a refrigerator from you, but it turned out to be a fake product. Do I have to learn how to make a refrigerator? If you have the ability, why don't you be original? Why don't you go to the green grassland to catch sheep? You didn't answer this question for me."

Pei Su was sweating profusely and his temples were throbbing.

why?

Naturally, original scripts are riskier. How can novels have such a huge fan base and high popularity?

They are just reaping the benefits of the original work and throwing bowls and cursing.

"No matter what you say, I don't accept the tragic love between my master and his disciple. I don't deserve it." Pei Su was stubborn.

Ye Zhao was completely impressed by him. "You've never been in love, have you?"

"How do you know?" Pei Su covered his mouth in horror.

Ye Zhao said, "I knew it would be like this." "If you really like someone, it doesn't matter whether you are compatible or not. Even if you have lost money in the stock market, it's not a good idea to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Besides, everyone's childhood experiences and upbringing are different, so everyone has a different way of loving."

"The disciple's character was kind and innocent at the beginning, but encountered some bad things along the way, which led to misunderstandings about his master, and gradually turned into a paranoid and sinister person. Later on, he realized that white hair cannot be replaced by snow, and that meeting him was a blessing in disguise."

"The master's character was originally cold-hearted and profit-driven, but he was gradually melted by his disciple's sincerity and fell in love with him without realizing it. Later, he broke the window paper and protected him even if he was misunderstood. This is also love."

"While loving his apprentice, he still hasn't forgotten his duty to exorcise demons and protect the human world. He protects his apprentice and those who need his protection. He puts his beliefs into practice. May I be like the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night."

"Each of them is growing and transforming, overcoming difficulties and obstacles, just to walk side by side with the ones they love."

"The tragic love story in this novel has never been the main point. Rather, it is whether they can understand each other, complement each other, and become better versions of themselves from the beginning to the end."

“Just like its title—Nirvana.”

This is his understanding of the novel.

Pei Su's dark complexion gradually recovered.

The resistance and resentment in his eyes dissipated like smoke.

Thoughtful.

Then his expression became strange, "Have you talked about it?"

"..." Ye Zhao had a question mark face, "At my age, it's normal to have been in a relationship."

"What if I don't change the script?" Pei Su stared at him with a hint of malice in his expression.

Ye Zhao spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, if you insist, I'll have to change people."

Pei Su calmed down strangely, his deep eyes scanning back and forth, "I was invited by President Cai. If you want to replace me, do you have the final say?"

His intuition told him that if he said one more word, Ye Zhao would scold him even more harshly.

He doesn't bother with him.

Regarding his question, Ye Zhao smiled endlessly, "I can."

This person cannot be kept.

He didn't want to see anything that would cause chaos by adding or changing the plot for his mistress.

Right now, Pei Su is like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. It is enough to give him a headache.

"Well, after you deal with President Cai, we can discuss whether to restore this matter. Vice President Ye, I wish you good luck." With a gloomy face, Pei Su strode away.

Without noticing, something fell from him.

Ye Zhao's brain was about to explode, and he rubbed the acupuncture points near his temples.

Secretary Song saw it when he came in.

Picking up the necklace, he asked, "Vice President Ye, is this yours?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhao looked up and saw a red string hooked between her fingertips, with a worthless plastic toy hanging from the bottom.

Ye Zhao took the red rope and thought about something.

That afternoon, Mr. Cai's secretary asked him to go to the general manager's office.

After sitting across the table, Mr. Cai's elegant and easy-going face now showed displeasure.

"Xiao Ye, regarding the script of Nirvana, I insist on letting Pei Su adapt it, so you don't need to bother with it."

Ye Zhao disagreed, "What if I insist on changing people?"

"Xiao Ye, you are just a newcomer. Don't act recklessly just because you are young and energetic." Mr. Cai frowned and warned in a cold voice.

Ye Zhao stood up and buttoned his suit. "Boss Cai, I should be the one telling you this. Regarding the misappropriation of funds..."

After hearing these words, President Cai broke out in a cold sweat and could no longer maintain his composure. "Why are you..."

"I've always been stubborn. If you insist on hitting me like a rock with an egg, you'll end up losing more than you gain. So, regarding..."

Ye Zhao's slender fingers tapped lightly on the smooth table top.

Anything that makes the company lose money is his money, and he cannot tolerate it.

Sooner or later, everything in the Shen Group will belong to him.

If you are a son-in-law and don’t have any ambition, you might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

Mr. Cai made a prompt decision, "I understand. This matter is entirely under your jurisdiction."

"No need." Ye Zhao said with a smile.

At this time, the door was pushed open and the investigators entered the office.

……

In the hospital ward, Shen Qingshu woke up without saying a word.

Staring out the window, flocks of birds flew across the blue sky.

The gunshot wound on the chest had been sutured and bandaged, and no more blood was seeping out.

But he closed his eyes, and his eyes were wet.

Bright...

There was a knock on the door.

Roger pushed the door open and walked in.

"Master, you didn't come home all night, and the old lady asked about you and Mr. Ye..."

The embarrassment on his face was evident in his words.

I'm afraid it won't be concealed for long.

Shen Qingshu slowly opened his eyes, "I'll call her later and I'll take care of it."

"Okay, sir." Roger felt like he had been pardoned, which was exactly what he wanted.

As they were leaving, Shen Qingshu's cautious voice came, "Zhao Zhao, have you come to see me?"

Roger's back stiffened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He really wanted to say that Young Master Ye had seen it when he was unconscious.

He didn't come after he woke up, but I still called every day to ask about his situation.

However, he had promised Ye Shao not to tell anyone.

Suffocated him to death.

Life is boring when there is no one to share the melon with.

But, there is nothing I can do.

If he offended Shen Qingshu, there was still room for recovery, but if he offended his beloved Ye Zhao, he would be the one to suffer in the future.

He is just a worker.

"No, Mr. Ye is busy with company matters lately and can't spare the time, but he must be thinking of you and will definitely come to see you when he has time."

Roger forced a smile.

He could only hint at this, and whether you could understand it or not depended on your ability.

Shen Qingshu didn't ask any more questions, just said, "It's okay."

Now, he finally understood what it felt like for Zhao Zhao to be ignored by him.