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Chapter 692

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"Are you blind? That's a bad movie. You can even say it's the worst movie of the year. "

"It's really good. I think you're just nitpicking."

"Idiot."

"F * ck …" Chen Zhao swung his fist.

The person was hit. Immediately, he charged over and started a fight with Chen Zhao.

Fali covered her face and watched speechlessly as Chen Zhao wrestled with a stranger.

Then … then the theater called the police.

Chen Zhao, Fali, and the audience member were sent to the police station.

Then Chen Zhao paid a hundred dollars and settled.

Chen Zhao didn't say anything on the way. It was just embarrassing, really embarrassing.

He'd gotten into a fight with a stranger for no reason.

"Even if you want to support Steven, you shouldn't do it like this."

"Fine. What else can I do?"

"I'm going to book ten shows tomorrow."

"Oh, right. I forgot."

When they got home, Fali saw that Chen Zhao still hadn't gone to sleep. Instead, he kept typing on his computer.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm on Rotten Tomatoes. I saw someone badmouthing Steven's movie."

Fali didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She rarely saw Chen Zhao so serious about something.

"Time to sleep."

"Wait. I'm going to scold him until he cries."

Fali scooted over and saw Chen Zhao type a line.

Kid, give me your address if you dare. I'll beat you to death.

"…"

"Chen, have the underlings watch Rotten Tomatoes for you. They have more people. It'll be more efficient than you alone."

"Oh, right." Chen Zhao immediately jumped off the bed with his computer.

Chen Zhao called the underlings over. "Keep an eye on it. If anyone says bad things about the movie, scold them back."

Just then, Steven called.

"Chen, are you asleep?"

"No. Steven, I watched your movie today. It's really good. I'm sure the box office will explode. Trust me."

Steven smiled bitterly. "Did you like it?"

"Very, very much," Chen Zhao answered seriously. "I'm going to watch it again tomorrow."

"No need. I'll give you the source file. You can watch it as many times as you want." Steven sent the file to Chen Zhao.

Generally speaking, if the source files of a movie were to be leaked, it would greatly affect the box office.

No matter how close they were, it was impossible for them to send the source files to each other.

But Steven had obviously given up.

Of course, he also believed that Chen Zhao wouldn't give the source files to others.

This was his trust in Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao was speechless. Then, Steven hung up.

Chen Zhao glanced at the underlings beside him. "Watch the movie and find the essence of it. That way, your cursing back will be more realistic."

After midnight, Steven still didn't leave the studio.

Steven hadn't left the office all day.

Steven rubbed his forehead. Yu Wenhui's eyes flickered as she approached Steven.

"Mr. Steven … the box office for Friday is out."

"Hmm, how much is the box office?"

"…" Yu Wenhui was speechless for a long time.

"Tell me, I can handle it. I've already mentally prepared myself."

"3.45 million US dollars for the first game and 8 million US dollars for Friday."

Steven's heart sank, even though he was mentally prepared.

However, this number was still lower than he had imagined.

"So low? Are you sure? "

"No, I've already verified it three times," Yu Wenhui answered.

"What's the rating on Rotten Tomatoes?"

"Rotten Tomatoes only has a 5.5 rating."

"Okay, I got it. It's late. You can go back now." Steven's voice was very low.

Steven felt all his strength leave him.

When Yu Wenhui left the office.

She heard the sound of something being smashed.

That voice made her tremble with fear.

"Why is it like this … Why is it like this …"

Steven vented his anger on the computer, the bookshelf, the mug … Everything became the target of his anger.

After more than ten minutes, Steven finally got tired and stopped.

Then he started to tidy up the messy office.

Steven is a man of strong self-esteem.

One could say that he was someone who cared about his face.

No matter how heavy his heart was, he wouldn't let others see it.

Steven squatted down and picked up the broken pieces on the floor.

Just then, something slipped out of Steven's shirt pocket.

Ding —

Huh? Steven remembered that it was the lucky coin Chen Zhao had given him.

Steven reached out to pick it up and accidentally touched the broken pieces.

"Ah …"

Steven's hand shrank back. It was already bleeding.

A thought suddenly appeared in Steven's mind.

He reached out to pick up the lucky coin, and then for some reason, he smeared the blood on it.

But the next moment, Steven found it funny.



At the moment, in an ordinary house, a fat man was typing away at the computer.

"Graeme, it's time to sleep," Graeme's mother called.

"Mom, wait a little longer. I'll sleep soon."

"Don't be too late."

Graeme continued typing crazily. "There's nothing to say. Steven's new movie, Sea of Wrath, is a complete failure."

As soon as he posted, there was a reply.

"That only means you're an idiot. You don't understand movies at all."

"I don't understand Sea of Wrath? That kind of crappy movie doesn't need brains at all. "

"You're the one who's brainless. The movie's structure is clever. First, four bank robbers appear. Actually, the camera is hinting that one of them is in the bank too. It's the bank manager who got shot."

"Where's the hint?"

"The bank manager has a total of three minutes. Thirty seconds are spent on the phone. It looks like he's calling his wife, but he's actually saying something like, 'I'm fine.' That's the first sentence. It's actually hinting that the robbers can start moving. The second sentence is, 'I'll be home at five.' It's actually saying that there are five security guards in the bank, and …"

Graeme looked at the reply and started recalling the movie he'd watched today.

Vaguely, it did seem to be like what the post said.

But Graeme couldn't remember it clearly.

If it was really like what the post said, he had to watch the movie again tomorrow.

Graeme immediately booked tickets for tomorrow's movie online.

Because of the post, Graeme couldn't sleep for the entire night. The movie kept replaying in his mind.

Early in the morning, Graeme went to the cinema.

"I want to see if I'm wrong or if that person is just spouting nonsense."

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