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Chapter 124 "Train to Busan" (Subscribe)
"He was touching me just now and Ryan was just trying to stop him." Terry answered in panic when faced with the police officer's questioning.

"I'm not... I didn't!" Kevin Williamson dragged his right hand with his left hand. He could see several fingers of his right hand curled up strangely, like braised chicken feet. His facial expression was a little distorted because of the pain.

"I saw it with my own eyes. I have already contacted a lawyer, and this matter will not be let go." Ryan looked indignant.

"Is that true?" The patrolman turned and looked at Kevin Williamson.

"I..." Kevin Williamson was speechless. Strictly speaking, he did touch the back of Terry's hand twice more, but... was it necessary to make me like this?

He looked at his fingers that were difficult to put back in place and burst into tears.

Seeing this, the fat woman on the side joined the discussion, implying that everyone should take a step back and let the matter go. This hit Ryan exactly what he wanted, and the two sides parted ways. Ryan, Tracy and the fat woman came outside the office, and when the patrolman left, the fat woman turned to Ryan and asked him questions.

"What happened just now?"

Ryan told the other party exactly what had happened: "I wasn't the first to do it."

"He really asked for it. Why would he say all this if he didn't want you to invest?" The fat woman shook her head and said with some disgust.

She calls herself Julie Plec, and her tonnage is estimated to be one level higher than Taylor's mother. She started as an assistant director and gradually became a co-producer. The Vampire Diaries is a project jointly created by her and Kevin Williamson. Kevin Williamson is responsible for the screenwriter and she is responsible for the production part.

"Now we've hit a wall," Julie muttered.

"So, he's a repeat offender?" Ryan realized something.

Julie shrugged. Although she didn't say anything, it was also an indirect admission.

If Daddario really joins the cast of "The Vampire Diaries", I wonder what will happen.

Seeing that they couldn't cooperate, Julie and Ryan didn't say much, but they talked to Terry. She was willing to cooperate with Terry, probably because she thought Terry was about the same age as her. But Terry didn't agree.

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"They are right about one thing. There are so many new series. Why not try another one?" Trey picked up a piece of grilled ribs with a fork and put it in her mouth. Every year, several major TV stations will launch at least ten new programs.

"Forget it. This business is more complicated than I thought." Ryan withdrew the idea of investing in the TV series. This business is very complicated and there is a high probability that the investment will be wasted. The risk is not proportional to the investment return.

Trey hesitated for a moment, but still didn't speak. She actually wanted to get involved in the film and television industry, but seeing that Ryan no longer had the heart to invest, she stopped. She knew very well that this was Ryan's money, and he had the final say on how to use it.

Just now, the two of them came out of the office of Dimension Pictures and turned into a small restaurant next door. Ryan was not disguised, but the waiters here did not show excessive surprise when they saw Ryan.

"So, we often see other stars here?" Ryan took the initiative to talk as he took the drink.

The blond waiter, wearing a bright yellow uniform, nodded immediately.

"Actually, I've just been here not long." She spoke slowly, and then, without caring whether Ryan was listening or not, she talked about her own experience. Her father jumped off the building because of the financial crisis, leaving behind a pile of debts. All the family belongings were not enough to offset the debt. As a rich girl, she had no choice but to put on an apron and work as a waitress.

"You're chatting with the guests again." Seeing this, another Mexican female waitress came over to stop her. She was much more efficient in her work, and her dress was not exquisite, making her look unkempt.

"Big star, how does it taste?" She showed a mercenary smile.

Ryan noticed the black cashier and Asian boss behind her, and looked at her again.

The strong sense of déjà vu comes again...

"What's your name?" Ryan whispered.

"Julia...what's wrong with you?" The waitress saw Ryan's eyes suddenly roll up and his eyelids twitch rapidly, just like the eye movements caused by dreaming when a person is sleeping soundly.

At this time, Terry also noticed Ryan's abnormality. She immediately stood up and went closer to check. However, she saw that Ryan was motionless and looked like he was possessed by a ghost. With his eyes rolled up, he looked a little scary...
In the ward, Ryan suddenly woke up and immediately felt a splitting headache.

He looked around blankly. On the left side of the bed was Terry, and on the right was Tyler. Terry's head was drooping, probably she was asleep. Tyler was the first to notice Ryan waking up, and immediately went forward to check on him.

"You finally woke up! You scared me to death." Taylor finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking a little haggard.

Ryan glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already early in the morning. He asked and found out that Taylor had canceled the fan meeting and rushed over as soon as he heard about his fainting.

Terry was also awakened by the sound and exclaimed, "You are unconscious, do you know it?" She then described Ryan's horrible state in the restaurant.

After Ryan fainted, he was immediately rushed to a hospital in Los Angeles.

"Maybe I'm too tired. Anyway, I'm fine." Ryan shook his head, telling the two not to worry about it. He knew that he was temporarily unconscious because he received too much information through his sense of déjà vu in an instant.

He had a long dream in which there were two waitresses in yellow uniforms, one named Caroline and the other named Max.

Caroline was originally a girl from a wealthy family, but because her family fell into poverty, she had to work in a restaurant. Max, on the contrary, came from a poor family and had worked as a nanny before. The two of them rented a house together and worked hard towards the goal of opening a cake shop.

The scenes of these dream fragments are very simple, there are only four of them after counting, and canned laughter can be heard from time to time in the dream.

Obviously, this is a sitcom.

"Trey, we don't have to invest in the show, we can make it ourselves," Ryan said. The cost of a sitcom is relatively small compared to other shows.

Trey and Tyler looked at each other.

"Has the brain been checked?" Taylor whispered.

"Yes, everything is fine." Terry nodded.

Ryan threw back the quilt and prepared to get out of bed: "Trey, contact Julie tomorrow and ask her to be the producer. You will be the director and I will be... help me find a few screenwriters. I have to work with them to complete the script."

Ryan was naked inside to facilitate inspection, and the hospital gown, like the skirt, was half open. Terry glimpsed something and shrank back in fear.

"Taylor, are you ready for the AMAs?" Ryan asked.

Taylor nodded hesitantly.

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"Countdown... the car starts, Ryan looks up at camera number three." The director's instructions came through the headset.

Outside the Nokia Theater in Los Angeles, countless female fans were surrounded by fences. The road had been completely cleared. A convertible American classic car slowly drove by. When fans saw Ryan sitting in the passenger seat, they immediately screamed at the top of their lungs and their eardrums burst.

The superposition of these high-frequency sounds made Ryan wonder for a moment whether the windshield in front of him would be cracked.

"Oh no! A spectator is jumping over the railing and rushing towards us! Speed up, car!" The voice in the headset became urgent.

Ryan glanced at the rearview mirror and sure enough, he saw a group of fans climbing over the railing not far behind him and running madly to chase the vehicle. These fans had ferocious expressions and bared their teeth and claws when they ran. With a little makeup, they could look like they were going to make a cameo appearance in a zombie movie.

When Ryan came to his senses, he saw a large group of fans in front of him breaking through the security personnel's blockade and attacking the vehicle from the front and back.

"Ryan, jump out of the car!"

Seeing this madness, Ryan was really afraid that he would be "eaten" later. Without thinking too much, he supported the car door with both hands, raised his legs, and jumped out directly through the convertible door...

(End of this chapter)