EFB Chapter 135 The Audition and the Ghost of Entry
Chapter 135 The Audition and the Ghost of Entry
Yanying Culture's internal screening room.
The overhead light is off.
The monitor screen is emitting blue light.
Chen Yan sat in the director's chair.
He looked at the screen.
On the screen, Lin Qingqiu stood in the center of an empty space.
She was wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt.
The camera was mounted on a track.
Zhang Yuan stood behind the machine.
"Power on."
Chen Yan spoke.
Zhang Yuan pressed the record button.
Lin Qingqiu walked into the center of the camera.
She knelt on the ground and picked up a prop cement brick with both hands.
She smashed the brick to the ground.
Debris flew everywhere.
"stop."
Chen Yan stood up and walked to the center of the field.
Lin Qingqiu stopped what she was doing.
She looked up.
Chen Yan took the cement brick from her hand.
"You're not digging up stones, you're digging up your father's bones."
Chen Yan threw the cement brick at Lin Qingqiu's feet. "Your movements are too sloppy. Tighten up."
Lin Qingqiu picked up the brick again.
Her fingers closed.
Chen Yan squatted down.
He grabbed Lin Qingqiu's wrist.
"Look at me."
Chen Yan said.
Lin Qingqiu raised her face.
Chen Yan pressed his fingers on Lin Qingqiu's pulse.
"Now, I'm the same contractor I was back then."
Chen Yan tightened his grip, "You've come to settle accounts with me. All you have is this stone."
Lin Qingqiu broke free of his wrist.
She raised her other hand and grabbed Chen Yan's collar.
Chen Yan grabbed her shoulders with his other hand.
He pressed down hard.
Lin Qingqiu's back hit the wooden floor.
It made a low, clanging sound.
She didn't say anything.
The short-sleeved shirt was rolled up, exposing the scars on the arms to the air.
Chen Yan pressed down on her leg with one knee.
"Your dad fell down by himself."
Chen Yan said.
Lin Qingqiu grabbed Chen Yan's arm.
Her fingernails dug into Chen Yan's skin.
"He has penetrating wounds from steel bars."
Lin Qingqiu said.
"When cement is poured down, who can see it clearly?"
Chen Yan pushed Lin Qingqiu's hand away.
Lin Qingqiu used this opportunity to turn her fortunes around.
She grabbed a cement brick from the ground and smashed it against Chen Yan's cheek.
Chen Yan turned his head away.
The brick grazed his ear and hit the floor.
It broke in two.
Lin Qingqiu was panting.
She braced herself on the ground with both hands.
Chen Yan stood up.
He brushed the dust off his suit jacket.
"This one is approved."
Chen Yan turned and walked towards the monitor.
Lin Qingqiu sat on the ground.
She watched Chen Yan's retreating figure.
She closed her fingers.
Zhang Yuan turned off the camera.
"Director Chen, there are only two rolls of film left."
Zhang Yuan said.
"Go to the warehouse and get it."
Chen Yan said.
Zhang Yuan left the test room.
The door to the test screening room was pushed open.
Su Wan walked in.
She was holding three black folders.
She walked over to Chen Yan and turned on the overhead light.
Chen Yan pulled out a chair and sat down.
Su Wan handed the first folder to Chen Yan.
"Results of fund tracking in Tianjin."
Su Wan pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.
Chen Yan opened the folder.
"The accounts of Hengtong Building Materials and Ruixiang Trading under Gu Changchuan's name have all been emptied."
Su Wan said, "In the past four hours, 24 million yuan has been transferred out in batches through underground banks."
Chen Yan turned the page.
"It ultimately flowed to UOB in Kuala Lumpur."
Su Wan said, "Three different offshore accounts."
Chen Yan closed the folder.
"He gave up his business in China."
Chen Yan threw the folder on the table.
"The China Securities Regulatory Commission and the Economic Crime Investigation Department have launched an investigation."
Su Wan handed over the second folder, "But the asset liquidation speed is too fast. This money is not enough to cover the breach of contract penalties of Jinghai Film and Television."
"He has no intention of covering the deficit."
Chen Yan picked up the water glass on the table, unscrewed the lid, and said, "He's risking his life."
Su Wan paused for a moment.
"Whose life should we buy?"
Su Wan asked.
"mine."
Chen Yan took a sip of water and put down the glass.
"Should we call the police?"
Su Wan asked.
"There is no evidence."
Chen Yan said, "Notify Wu Gang to raise the security level by one level. You and Sister Lin should not go out alone."
Su Wan nodded.
She took notes in her notebook.
"Li Dong has been arrested."
Su Wan handed over the third folder.
Chen Yan took it.
"Embezzlement of public funds".
Su Wan said, "Gu Changchuan pushed all the blame onto him."
"Sacrifice the pawn to save the king."
Chen Yan closed the document. "Have you received the approval document for 'Broken Bridge'?"
"Principal Yan personally stamped it."
Su Wan said, "But someone from the review team passed on a message, requesting that some of the bloody scenes be cut."
"I won't delete it."
Chen Yan said.
"This will affect the theater's film scheduling."
Su Wan said.
"The cinema chains are in our hands."
Chen Yan said, "Yanying's cinemas will have screenings all day long."
Su Wan closed her notebook.
"Site scouting work has been brought forward."
Chen Yan looked at the frozen image on the monitor. "We'll start filming next Friday. The more anxious he is, the faster we need to be."
"clear."
Su Wan stood up.
Su Wan walked out of the screening room.
Lin Qingqiu stood up from the ground.
She walked up to Chen Yan.
Chen Yan had three red scratch marks on the back of his hand.
Lin Qingqiu looked at the scratches.
"Go get it bandaged."
Chen Yan said.
Lin Qingqiu did not move.
Chen Yan opened the drawer and took out a white first-aid kit.
He placed the first-aid kit on the table and unfastened the clasp.
Chen Yan took out a bottle of iodine and a pack of cotton swabs.
He unscrewed the bottle cap and used a cotton swab to apply iodine.
"Hand out."
Chen Yan said.
Lin Qingqiu extended her left hand.
There was a scrape on my arm, from which blood was seeping out.
Chen Yan grasped her wrist.
He applied iodine-soaked cotton swabs to the wound.
Lin Qingqiu's fingers trembled slightly.
Chen Yan threw away the cotton swabs and took out a roll of gauze.
He wrapped gauze around Lin Qingqiu's arm.
Cut the gauze and apply adhesive tape.
"To be continued tomorrow."
Chen Yan closed the medicine box.
Lin Qingqiu lowered her arm.
She turned and walked toward the dressing room.
Yanying Culture underground parking garage.
Wu Gang opened the hood of Chen Yan's car.
He was checking the wiring with a flashlight.
He lay down under the car to inspect the chassis.
Zhang Yuan walked over.
"Angkor, what are you looking for?"
Zhang Yuan asked.
"Bomb, tracker."
Wu Gang crawled out from under the car.
He brushed the dust off his clothes.
Zhang Yuan stopped in his tracks.
"Does Gu Changchuan dare to make a move in Beijing?"
Zhang Yuan asked.
"Gu Changchuan has no way out."
Wu Gang closed the hood.
He took out a black metal detector and scanned the car body.
There was no alarm.
"These next few days, when Director Chen goes out, you'll be driving."
Wu Gang said, "The route changes every day. Don't take the same route every day."
"clear."
Zhang Yuan took the car keys.
Wu Gang took out a walkie-talkie.
"Leave two people in the lobby on the first floor."
Wu Gang pressed the call button, "Two in the underground parking garage. Install surveillance cameras at the elevator entrances."
Mengla Town, on the southwestern border.
Rainwater was washing over the corrugated iron roof.
Songpa pushed open the wooden door of a dilapidated hotel.
He was wearing a black raincoat.
Water droplets dripped down the hem.
There was only one old-fashioned television set in the lobby.
The screen was displaying local news.
Behind the counter, a gaunt man was smoking.
Songpa walked to the counter.
He took a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and pushed it across the wooden countertop.
The gaunt man glanced at the banknotes.
He opened the drawer and took out a brown paper envelope.
The envelope was pushed in front of Songpa.
Songpa picked up the envelope and tore open the seal.
Inside was a fake ID card, a train ticket to Beijing, and a photograph.
The photo shows Chen Yan's profile at the press conference.
Songpa stuffed the photo into his raincoat pocket.
The gaunt man exhaled a smoke ring.
"Boss Gu said that after the deal is done, the final payment will be transferred to your brother's account."
"That's what the skinny man said."
Songpa did not respond.
His right hand emerged from under the hem of his raincoat.
He was holding a Black Star pistol with a silencer in his hand.
The gun was pressed against the skinny man's chest.
Pull the trigger.
The faint sound of gunfire was masked by the sound of rain.
The gaunt man fell backward.
His back knocked over the wooden chair.
Songpa put away his gun.
He took the dollars from the table.
He walked behind the counter.
She searched the man's pockets and took a car key.
He unplugged the hotel's surveillance cameras.
Take out the videotape.
He stuffed the videotape into his backpack.
Songpa turned and walked out of the hotel.
He went to the backyard and found a black motorcycle.
Insert the key and start the engine.
The motorcycle drove into the muddy street.
Two days later.
The train is traveling on the tracks.
A metallic scraping sound came from the connection between the carriages.
Inside the hard-seat carriages, most passengers were sleeping.
Songpa sat by the window.
He took off the hood of his raincoat.
His buzz cut was visible.
He took a map of downtown Beijing from his black canvas backpack.
The map was laid flat on the small table.
Incandescent lights were on the ceiling of the carriage.
Songpa took out a red marker.
He removed the pen cap.
The red pen tip moves across the map.
The pen tip stopped at the headquarters of Yanying Culture near the China World Trade Center.
Draw a red cross.
The pen tip continued to move.
It was parked in a high-end apartment in Chaoyang District.
That's Chen Yan's address.
Press down the pen tip.
Draw the second red cross.