Meg's movie ambitions were beginning to take shape, but Meg wasn't sure how far this new thing could go.
However, since Vicky's opera could become popular, it shouldn't be difficult to promote it in this world where entertainment was scarce, spending dozens of copper coins to buy a ticket and watch a movie should be easy.
As long as the habit of watching movies was developed, everything would be easy to handle.
Meg didn't like to make movies; he simply wanted to become popular.
If he became popular, he could prolong his life!
He didn't want to pass on his wife and daughter to someone else after he reached 100 years old. He couldn't swallow that!
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye after returning from Rodu. Meg ignored Old Mistress Denise's constant attempts to please him, and went straight to Rodu early in the morning.
Vicky stared blankly at Meg for a long while with two rather obvious dark circles under her eyes. "Is it already seven days?"
"Yes, it's been seven days today." Meg nodded with a smile, just like an editor who came to rush him for the first time.
"Wait a moment, let me wash my face." Vicky slammed the door shut, and then washed for an hour.
Meg went to chat with Miss Effie for a while, and then inspected the construction site of the movie theater, and also checked if the businesses that had recently moved in were up to standard.
After returning to the opera house, Vicky finally came out with a thick book after washing her face.
"You haven't had your breakfast, right?" Mag placed a bowl of shaved noodles that he had just made in the kitchen of the tavern next door in front of Vicki.
"Grrr —"
Before Vicky could say that she wasn't hungry, her stomach had already reported in advance.
"Eat first, we'll talk after you eat." Meg smiled. He could tell that this lass had stayed up late to write her novel.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Vicky picked up the chopsticks, held the bowl, and slurped down the shaved noodles.
Her starving stomach received the best comfort, and her tiredness was immediately alleviated. It was even more effective than the Water of Life that had already developed drug resistance.
"It's delicious," Vicky said vaguely as she pouted.
Meg leaned against the chair and looked at the charmingly naive Vicky with a smile.
This girl looked like a young lady with a high status. She was quite hardworking towards her work. Originally, he didn't have much hope this time, but looking at her, she should be almost done.
The bowl of knife-shaved noodles was soon in Vicky's stomach. She even drank the soup until there was not a drop left.
Putting down the bowl, Vicky still wanted more. She hadn't had such a delicious breakfast in a long time.
"Another bowl, please," Vicky said without thinking.
"Then I'll go and make you another bowl?" Meg stood up.
"No, no, no, I was just kidding." Vicky hurriedly pulled him back, her face red.
This was Alex. She wasn't that shameless.
Meg sat down again. Vicky took the bowl to the side and handed over the thick book that she had brought out earlier.
"Finished?" Meg took the book. The cover said: "Succubus Love" (tentative).
"The script is mostly finished, but there are still many details to be optimized. Some dialogue also needs to be changed." Vicky nodded and said a little embarrassedly, "Especially the ending and climax. It was written in a hurry, so there is still a lot of room for improvement."
Meg flipped open the table of contents and looked for a while. He could roughly see the direction of the story, but the content was still a little raw and there was still a lot of room for improvement.
Also, this was a script. Unlike the previous one, it was relatively less readable.
Mag happened to have a talent that he could use when it came to optimization.
"Very good. It's already very good to be able to finish to this extent in such a short time." Meg closed the script and smiled. "Then I'll take this script first. You continue to optimize the script. I'll find an author to adapt it into a movie and release it first."
"You're going to change it into a movie first?" Vicky was a little surprised.
"Yes. After all, this is a brand-new story. It's not realistic to directly attract the audience to the cinema, so I plan to adapt it into a movie first and try to make it explode in the industry. This way, the follow-up publicity will be twice the result with half the effort." Meg nodded.
"You're really far-sighted." Vicky looked at Meg with admiration. His understanding of business operations had indeed far surpassed hers.
"Don't worry. I'll show it to you after it's finished. I'll only publish it when you think it meets the requirements." Meg looked at Vicky and said, "This is your work after all. I'll fully respect your opinion."
"Mm-hm." Vicky nodded with a smile. Her heart warmed. She was indeed touched.
"Then I won't go to Rodu often. After you're done with the draft, send me a message directly. I'll come and get the script," Meg said as he was about to get up.
Vicky stood up first. She looked at Meg, and said, "Wait a minute, about the question of the actor. Are you sure you've already chosen someone? How's the acting? "
Meg thought for a while and nodded. "I think the acting is not bad. It's just acting as you are."
Vicky's expression was a little strange. Meg did seem to be acting as he was. After all, although he didn't kill the Great Old One, he did seal it.
But who was the succubus?
"What about the succubus?" Vicky asked.
"That's an employee of my restaurant. She's quite talented in acting. However, after your reminder, I also feel that there's a need to send her to you to learn how to act so that she won't be a burden when it's time to go on stage." Meg nodded thoughtfully.
"Actually … I have quite a wide range of acting roles." Vicky flipped her hair and tried to show an expression that she thought was charming.
"You're still young. You have to grow up." Meg glanced at her and shook his head.
"You can go. I'll give you the script when I'm done," Vicky said angrily as she got up to send him off.
"Come over when you're free. I'll treat you to barbecue," Meg said with a smile as he got up and walked to the door.
Vicky wanted to have some backbone and refuse, but when the words reached her mouth, they became, "Alright, I'll definitely come!"
Barbecue was simply too delicious. It was irresistible!
…
Meg returned to Chaos City with the script, and then ran to Cynthia's house.
He knocked on the door, and Cynthia looked at him with a yawn. She looked sleepy as if she had just woken up.
"Take this. This is the first work in your agreement." Meg handed the script over.
"'Succubus'? What a tacky title, "Cynthia said with disdain as she took the book with a frown.
"What about 'Phantom of the God of Cookery'?" Meg asked.
"Even more tacky," Cynthia answered seriously as she looked at him.
Meg was silent for a while before he said, "This was also given by that person."
"What genre is this? Is it a script for a play? It seems a little different? "Cynthia asked doubtfully after flipping open the thick script and reading a few pages.
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