We asked you to make an anti-corruption film, but you made one in the name of the people!

Here.

Lin Mo returned to his workstation and turned on his computer.

Place your hands on the keyboard and take a deep breath.

But he didn't intend to write the entire script.

That would take forever to write!

He planned to first write a story outline, clearly explaining the main characters, core plot, and several iconic scenes.

enough.

Lin Mo's fingers began to tap rapidly on the keyboard.

In the Name of the People —

The story begins with an insignificant section chief.

Zhao Dehan, the director of a project department in a national ministry, lives in a dilapidated old house, commutes to work by bicycle, and sends 300 yuan to his mother every month.

He appears to be an honest and upright official.

However, when Hou Liangping, the director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau, led a team to search his home, they searched for a long time but found not a single penny.

Until they were taken to another secluded mansion...

Push open the wall that had been converted from a refrigerator—

Stacks of cash, neatly stacked, all in RMB!

A total of 239.99 million!

Zhao Dehan's legs went weak on the spot, and he burst into tears, tears streaming down his face.

"I didn't spend a single penny! I didn't dare spend any! I'm terrified of being poor!"

Lin Mo wrote more and more smoothly, his hand speed was incredibly fast.

Then it goes on to describe the demolition of Dafeng Factory, the January 16 Incident, Qi Tongwei's dramatic kneeling, and Gao Yuliang's Xiao Fengxian...

One by one, the characters came to life under his pen.

He wrote very cleverly, only including the most captivating plot points and lines, leaving the rest blank.

This way, Director Han won't feel too dissatisfied, and he can give his opinions.

Before we knew it, people in the office started leaving one after another.

Xiao Wang, who works at the next desk, passed by and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Lin, aren't you leaving yet?"

"You go first, right away."

Lin Mo glanced at the time; it was almost six o'clock.

He quickly finished, printed out the story outline, and bound it.

Three sheets of paper, less than three thousand words.

But it contains a lot of information.

Lin Mo took the printed manuscript and headed straight for Lao Han's office.

Knock on the door.

"Enter."

Old Han was packing his things when he saw him come in, and paused for a moment: "You kid, you're still here?"

"Director Han, the script outline is finished. Please take a look."

"So fast?" Old Han took the three sheets of paper, flipped through them, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Two hundred million? A mere section chief embezzled two hundred million?"

"Um."

"Demolition? Arson? This is going too far..."

"Director Han, it's an anti-corruption film, how can it be impactful if it doesn't touch on painful points?" Lin Mo said with a serious expression.

Old Han took a deep breath and flipped through the next few pages.

Qi Tongwei committed suicide by shooting himself, Gao Yuliang was dismissed from his post, and Secretary Dakang took the blame...

His expression shifted from shock to solemnity, and then from solemnity to complexity.

After a long pause, Old Han put the script on the table and rubbed his temples: "Xiao Lin, what's wrong with your brain? You dare to write a plot like this?"

"Director Han, you said the content must be positive and reflect the determination to fight corruption." Lin Mo chuckled. "I think this outline is quite positive."

Old Han glared at him: "Right? I have to think twice before I even report this to the hospital leaders."

"Take it back and take a look first, then give me an answer tomorrow." Lin Mo wisely didn't press him. "If there's anything wrong, I'll change it."

Old Han nodded and stuffed the script into his briefcase: "Alright, you can go back now. We'll talk about it at work tomorrow."

"Alright. Goodbye, Director Han."

Lin Mo turned and left.

Old Han sat in his chair, took out the three pieces of paper again, glanced at them, and muttered, "This kid... is he serious?"

He shook his head, locked the door, and left.

……

Lin Mo stepped out of the office building and took a deep breath of the cold autumn air.

In Yanjing (Beijing) in October, it gets dark early.

The streets were bustling with people, and the subway station entrance was packed with people during rush hour.

He swiped his transit card to enter the station, squeezed onto Line 10, and was pushed forward by the flow of people.

After standing for forty minutes, he finally arrived at the stop where he rented a room.

Lin Mo rented a one-bedroom apartment in an old neighborhood outside the North Fifth Ring Road, which was about 40 square meters.

Three thousand two hundred a month, that's the bulk of my salary.

After exiting the subway station, walk for seven or eight minutes, then turn into a small alley without streetlights, and you'll arrive.

Most of the motion-activated lights in the hallway were broken, so he groped his way up to the sixth floor in the dark, took out his key, and opened the door.

Enter the room and turn on the lights.

The room wasn't big, but it was fairly clean.

There was a second-hand sofa in the living room, and a Xiaomi TV opposite it. A simple bookshelf was set up in the corner, which was full of movie-related books.

On the computer desk sits a three-year-old laptop with two scratches on the screen.

The kitchen was basically never used, and the refrigerator only contained bottled water and instant noodles.

A typical setup for a single man working in Beijing.

Lin Mo changed into slippers, went to the kitchen to cook a packet of instant noodles, and nestled on the sofa to eat while scrolling through her phone.

Suddenly he remembered something.

What are some of the most classic films and television dramas in the world?

He opened Douyin (TikTok) and started searching.

He definitely didn't watch "In the Name of the People," he had already seen it before.

Searching for "Empresses in the Palace" again—no results found.

"Nirvana in Fire" - No.

"Lurking" - still not available.

Lin Mo's hands began to tremble.

It wasn't because I was afraid, it was because I was excited!

He then searched for a few more classic movies.

"Let the Bullets Fly" - No.

"Dying to Survive" - ​​No.

Wolf Warrior 2 – No.

Even classic foreign shows like Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Breaking Bad... are all missing!

Lin Mo threw his phone onto the sofa and jumped up.

Holy crap!

"This world is a wasteland for film and television!"

He was so excited that he spun around the living room twice.

All those classic texts that I knew by heart from my past life do not exist in this world!

What does that mean?

This means that as long as he has the opportunity, he can film all of these dramas!

Calm down, calm down.

Lin Mo took a few deep breaths and sat back down on the sofa.

The most important thing now is to get "In the Name of the People" done first.

If this project succeeds, he will have secured his position at the Supreme People's Procuratorate.

We'll talk about the future later.

He scrolled through his phone for a while longer, searching for celebrities around the world.

Big names like Andy Lau and Tony Leung do exist, and their works are similar.

However, many talented actors from mainland China have played roles that are quite different from their previous lives.

"It's alright, as long as everyone's still here." Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. "Those veteran actors from 'In the Name of the People' can also act in this world's version."

He became more and more excited as he thought about it, and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

On the other side—

Old Han didn't go straight home after get off work.

A department head in charge invited him to dinner to entertain some people from other departments.

At the dinner table, Lao Han drank quite a bit of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

It was almost nine o'clock when the show ended, and he took a taxi home, arriving at nearly ten o'clock.

I opened the door, went inside, and changed my shoes.

The living room lights were still on.

Old Han's wife, Zhou Min, came out of the bedroom and frowned when she saw his flushed face: "Drank so much again?"

"No choice, I have to keep the boss company." Old Han waved his hand and slumped onto the sofa.

Zhou Min went to the kitchen to make him a cup of hangover tea and brought it over: "Drink it quickly, or you'll have a headache in the middle of the night again."

Old Han took the cup, gulped down several mouthfuls, and let out a long sigh.

"Alright, you go to sleep first, I'm going to read something."

"What time is it? Can't you watch it tomorrow?"

"You can go to sleep now, that's all for the courtyard."

Zhou Min glared at him, then turned and went back to her bedroom.

Old Han leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and rested for a while.

My mind is a jumbled mess, filled with all those polite words exchanged at the dinner table.

Suddenly, he remembered the script outline that Lin Mo had given him.

He took the three pieces of paper out of his briefcase, put on his reading glasses, and began to read them under the lamplight.

At first, he read it casually.

A mere section chief embezzled 200 million? That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?

But looking further down, he sat up straight.

Demolition of Dafeng Factory, workers protecting the factory, escalating conflict, 116 fire...

This plot is incredibly daring!

Old Han's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Turn to the second page, and Qi Tongwei appears.

The more I look at this police chief, the more complicated he seems. He doesn't seem like a pure villain.

Gao Yuliang, a professor-type official in the political and legal system, speaks succinctly, but there's always something about him that feels off.

Secretary Dakang is decisive and efficient, single-mindedly focused on GDP growth. He gets betrayed by his wife and subordinates, but he never takes bribes.

Old Han's eyes widened even more.

Turning to the third page, Hou Liangping finds Qi Tongwei, and the two former fellow students begin to clash head-on.

Finally—Qi Tongwei committed suicide by shooting himself.

"this……"

Old Han's hand holding the paper trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was shock.

With its plot depth, compelling characters, and realistic relevance, what kind of promotional video is this?

This is clearly the foundation of a top-notch anti-corruption drama!

He suddenly remembered what Lin Mo had said—"Director Han, this movie is called 'In the Name of the People'."

The people are the "people" and the justice is the "justice".

Old Han took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes.

I checked the time; it was already 11:30.

He carefully put the three pieces of paper away and put them back in his bag.

He muttered to himself, "This kid's really serious."

After turning off the lights, Old Han tossed and turned in bed, his mind filled with images of Zhao Dehan's wall of cash, Qi Tongwei's gunshot, and Secretary Dakang's dark face...

If this script could actually be made into a film—

That would be terrible!