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Chapter 4 People’s hearts are not as good as wild dogs

"The sadness of being alone! It's completely different from hiding in the bathroom and crying alone."

In the smoke-filled office, Chen Shiping calmly talked about the scene at the end of the script.

Xu Sanguan was crying alone on the street. His blood could no longer be sold. He felt that he had lost his only value. He had sold his blood many times in his life to resist the suffering and setbacks that fate had given him.

He improved his family's life, saved the people he loved, saved his "son", and entertained the leaders.

I have been selling blood for others all my life. The only time I wanted to sell blood for myself was to eat a bowl of pork liver, but I couldn't sell it.

Chen Shiping did not let Xu Sanguan be found by his family and eat that meal of pork liver, leaving his fate to stay at the most devastating and gloomy moment.

The office was extremely quiet. Everyone was immersed in Chen Shiping's words. Xu Sanguan sold blood, but it was not blood. Those were the hard times.

There are very few young people in the office, and many of them have experienced the same hardships as Xu Sanguan, and they all share the same bitterness.

Wang Ruitao was silent for a long time without saying anything. Although he was almost furious with Chen Shiping, he had to admit that Chen Shiping's writing was very good.

He is even willing to admit that Chen Shiping, a gangster, has a bright side, but the reality is as cruel as the novel. This script was destined to be impossible to film.

It proved Chen Shiping's talent and helped him keep his job, but he could only take it back and eat dust.

"Take this script back and work hard later." Wang Ruitao stood up and put the script into Chen Shiping's hand, then turned and walked out.

Jiang Huayan also felt pity in his heart and patted Chen Shiping on the shoulder, not knowing how to comfort him.

Others in the office looked sympathetically at Chen Shiping again, but this time it was not pity, but pity.

Chen Shiping didn't feel anything. He wrote Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller's Note just to shock them a little, to save his job and change his image in everyone's mind.

Severe cases require strong medication!

Chen Shiping put away his script and stretched. The sunlight outside the window shone slantingly in, adding a halo to his scrawled hair.

Chen Shiping enjoyed the warmth of the sun and felt a little more relaxed. He kept his and Hachiko's kennel and no longer had to sleep on the streets tonight.

It's not time to get off work yet. Chen Shiping is sitting at his desk and continues to play the prodigal son. But it's not all pretending. He also has to write a script that can be filmed.

Chen Shiping just remembered today that there is a bonus for accepting a script, 1,000 yuan for original work and 800 yuan for adaptation.

It's just that it's unrealistic to make money by writing scripts to change the current predicament, so we have to find other ways.

The process in the factory lasted four months, and no one could stand it. After four months, flowers bloomed on Chen Shiping's grave.

Chen Shiping stayed up in the office until after get off work, and then immediately ran towards the dormitory. Hachiko hadn't eaten anything all day, so don't let him chew on his only slipper.

Pointing to this pair of slippers to spend the cold spring.

"Woof woof~wuwu~~"

As soon as Chen Shiping opened the door and entered, Hachiko was wagging his tail and wandering around Chen Shiping's feet.

The house was still as messy as before, and the slippers were still intact, but they were stained with a lot of dog hair and made dirty by Hachiko.

"What a good dog! I'll take you out to eat delicious food!" Chen Shiping picked up Hachiko and put it into his jacket without bothering that it was dirty.

The world is in tatters, and puppies are mending.

An hour later, on the stairway of the dormitory building, Chen Shiping looked at Hachiko struggling to climb the stairs, raised his foot and put a strong force on his butt before sending him up.

It’s still hard for my short legs to climb stairs, maybe it’s because I’ve eaten too much and my belly is too round.

After returning to the dormitory, Chen Shiping simply washed his face, sat in front of the bed and started writing a book.

If you expect to make money by writing scripts, it is better to make money by writing novels. At least you will get money if you accept the manuscript, and it will not be as long as the process in the factory.

Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood was only used to shock those colleagues in the Literature Department. It was overqualified and underused.

Under the dim light, Chen Shiping endured the pain of swollen fingers and squeezed the pen hard to make every word he wrote as beautiful as possible.

The windows covered with newspapers were swollen by the cold wind. Hachiko seemed to feel a chill, lying on Chen Shiping's slippers and fell asleep in a daze.

The cold wind whistled at night, but Chen Shiping was not affected in any way. He still has a warm house. If he still doesn't pay the money in a month, those people will definitely come to the workplace to make trouble. The job he finally saved today will probably have to be replaced again. Gone.

Don't become a wild dog!

No one knows the urgency in Chen Shiping's heart. Only the Eighth Guild wags its tail to make Chen Shiping happy when he is tired. A snowfall in early spring came and went quickly. Before I knew it, the weather had warmed up and the bare branches had sprouted buds.

Chen Shiping worked diligently for a week and tried to be a little transparent. However, when he went to the office every day, he would be dragged along by his colleagues to talk about literature and scripts.

"Shi Ping, that script of yours is really a pity." Xiao Bing said with a sigh: "If it were Director Xie who filmed it, it might be possible, but he is busy filming Red Mansions."

The director Xie Bing mentioned was not Xie Jin from Shanghai Film Studio, but Xie Tieli from Beijing Film Studio. Bao and Sons was the work of director Xie.

I only use Stancon for hair oil!

Chen Shiping knew Director Xie's potential, but he still wasn't optimistic that Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller would be successful. Xie Jin almost failed to film Furong Town, but Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller was much bigger than Furong Town.

The historical span involved is too long and there are too many special backgrounds involved, so the hope of filming it is almost zero.

Wang Ruitao was also in the office. When he heard these words, he wanted to give Chen Shiping a few words of advice, but thinking of how angry he was last time, he hesitated for a while and still didn't speak.

However, Jiang Huaiyan took the initiative and said: "Xiao Chen, you can be written into a novel. This is a good story, don't waste it!"

"It's been written, and it's been two days since I sent it to Contemporary. I don't know if it can be published."

Chen Shiping's words immediately aroused the curiosity of everyone in the office. They immediately gathered around Chen Shiping and said, "How many words have you written? You are going to become a great writer!"

"If Daidai accepts it, Shi Ping will really become a great writer, and the royalties will be quite a lot. Writers are the most profitable these days!"

"Shi Ping, take a look at the manuscript. The script is still too crude. A novel is better."

"If you make money, you have to treat us to a restaurant."

The colleagues around him were still pitying Chen Shiping's script, but now their tone was a little sour.

Chen Shiping pretended not to notice and said with a smile: "I only have the first draft in my hand. I don't know if I can pass it yet."

"First draft?" Jiang Huaiyan's eyes lit up and he immediately stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here! I'll help you see if you can pass it!"

Cunning old thief!

Wang Ruitao couldn't help but cursed in his heart when he heard Jiang Huaiyan's words, but he also coveted Chen Shiping's manuscript. Chen Shiping's writing is not bad, and Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller's Notes will definitely be a good book.

Wang Ruitao couldn't help coughing, wanting to remind Chen Shiping not to be deceived by Jiang Huaiyan, a cunning old thief.

After hearing this, Chen Shiping turned to Wang Ruitao and nodded, then turned to Jiang Huayan and said, "You were torn apart by my dog!"

Jiang Huaiyan: "." Isn't your excuse a bit too lame!

Chen Shiping is not stupid. This is a manuscript. It is very valuable. How can you show it to them? That's not meat buns beating up Hachigong, there's no coming back!

"What if contemporary works are confiscated?" Suddenly a colleague muttered in a low voice: "Scripts and novels are different."

His voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it was heard by everyone, and everyone's expressions became strange for a moment.

I feel like what he said makes sense. Even a literary script cannot be compared with a real novel. There is a huge difference.

What kind of novel could Chen Shiping write? If he was lucky enough to encounter a script written by an old man selling his blood, how could he write a novel?

When you are worthless, people around you will say that you are just unlucky but still very capable. When you start to become successful, they will start to slander you, because the person who becomes successful is not himself!

People are always like this when they are selfish, even worse than wild dogs snatching food in the wild!

Wang Ruitao was no longer so angry because Chen Shiping nodded to him before, so he couldn't help scolding him with a straight face: "If you have the ability, write it yourself, why are you so upset here!"

The office instantly became quiet, and everyone returned to their seats and started pretending to be busy.

When they got off work, a group of people shouted that they were exhausted and walked out quickly. Chen Shiping was also about to go back to the dormitory, but as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Jiang Huayan.

"Shi Ping, Shanshan is on vacation from Zhongxi Opera today. Do you want to come home for dinner? Let me read your novel. Shanshan also likes to read novels."

Hey, even my daughter has brought it out, but today is only Thursday, so Jiang Shan has a hell of a day off!

Chen Shiping smiled and refused sternly: "Teacher Jiang, Jiang Shan has a holiday on Thursday. There are not many Chinese opera classes, but I still have to go back and feed the dog. I will visit you next time."

Jiang Huaiyan looked at Chen Shiping's leaving figure and touched his chin, feeling that this boy was not as attentive as before. Did he fall in love with Shanshan anymore?

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