Chapter 3501 Inspiration From Being Scared

Fran saw that Ye Haoran had twisted the neck of the killer directly in front of him, and screamed in fright, "You...you...what do you want? What do you want?" Nervous, Frank's stool fell to the ground, and he sat down on the ground all at once, looking at Ye Haoran in horror. In the final analysis, Fran is just an ordinary person, and he still rarely sees such scenes of fighting and killing.

Ye Haoran shrugged his shoulders, "Director Fran, your performance is terrible. Where did the courage go when you hired the killer? Let me tell you, if I don't kill him now, then this garbage killer will not let go. For you, I broke his tendons, he lost the ability to continue to be a killer, and he will definitely be like a fly, circling around you all day long, blackmailing you, threatening you, robbing your woman, and rape you The actress in your life will become your nightmare. When you really can't bear him, you will find another killer to help you get rid of this naughty Asan. At that time, Director Fran, you will find that your Life is a mess, and you never get a chance to live a normal life again."

Fran sat on the ground, panting heavily, staring at Ye Haoran.

"Think about what I said carefully. This incident tells you that if you want to hire an assassin in the future, you must hire a smart and professional one. No matter how much it costs, at least those assassins can do things well. Moreover, even if they fail, I won't pester you any more, oh, these killers are all traded through online platforms, and your information will not be exposed, so it will be much safer." Ye Haoran said, then turned and walked down.

"Hey! Hey!" Fran's legs trembled in fright, "Ye Haoran! Damn it, you... please get him away, please get him away quickly."

Ye Haoran had already reached the stairs, and said loudly: "You can handle it yourself, I'm not a subordinate who wipes your ass, oh, remember to hire a professional next time, although professional ones are more expensive."

"I have no money, how can I hire a professional!" Fran cried and shouted.

"Then you will have money if you finish this film." After Ye Haoran finished speaking, he had already arrived at the hall and walked directly outside the door.

"Come back! Oh, damn it, his eyes are still open!" Fran vomited in shock.

Ye Haoran ignored it, walked to the door, smiled slightly at Fran's old mother, and walked out.

Fran's old mother opened her mouth and muttered: "Young man, remember to change your shoes next time you enter the door. Do you know that you have dirty the two hundred thousand dollar floor of my house?"

Ye Haoran laughed, got in the car and left.

Fran kept vomiting in the study. The extreme fear made him feel like a nightmare. He hoped to wake up from this nightmare quickly, but he couldn't wake up. The pain in front of him reminded him that everything was real .

"Fran! Fran!"

The old mother downstairs was yelling loudly. She walked up and kept muttering: "Damn it! Fran, what are you doing? Why is there a disgusting smell? It's because I'm old. Is your nose not sensitive, or are you shitting in the room? Damn it, Fran! Fran, what are you doing!" The old woman walked upstairs while muttering.

Hearing the sound of going upstairs, Fran suddenly became nervous. He is not a good person. He secretly ruled dozens of actresses, including many first-line actresses, but he is not very bad. At least, he is very filial. Hearing his mother's footsteps at this moment, he jumped up all of a sudden, he didn't want his mother to follow him in fear.

"Bang", Fran locked the door of his study room at once, coughed twice, and said, "Mom! It's nothing, I accidentally spilled the milk just now, and the milk poured into the shoes, and then it stinks , I will handle it myself, don't come in, I have some private matters in the room now."

"You can't let me see any private matters!" The old woman had already walked to the door of the study and knocked on the door vigorously, "Damn it, Fran, what are you doing in the room, are you playing 1 plane! Fran, you are already five A ten-year-old, how can you still do it yourself like a ten-year-old! You should go out and find a wife, even a chicken girl!"

"Mom! Mom, stop talking, go away, I can handle it myself!" Fran said loudly depressed.

After sending away his mother, Fran hid the killer's body under the bed with a strong sense of fear. He was still worried. He decided to wait until night and bury the body in the garden. No, he should bury it now. Well, what to do, suitcase? Yes, suitcase, where the hell is my big suitcase?

Fran was busy in the study in a hurry. He stuffed the killer's body into the suitcase, dragged the heavy body, and walked out through the back door. He went to the garden, took a shovel, and quickly shoveled out a big hole. After burying the suitcase in the soil, Fran was still worried and planted another tree in this position.

Going back to the study, cleaning the room, and after doing all this, Fran felt like he was exhausted. He felt that his soul was floating and spreading out. At that moment, the inspiration burst out, and the surging inspiration was like It's like a ray of light, pouring out without stopping for a moment.

Fran was stunned, and then he quickly turned on the computer, typing on the keyboard with his hands and fingers like flying, he suddenly had a great inspiration, he wanted to make this inspiration into a movie, and he wanted to use all the information in his mind All the pictures were taken.

Tap, tap, tap... Fran tapped on the computer for three hours. When he woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the text he had written before, he laughed and jumped up and down like a child. Jump again. Picking up the phone, Fran dialed the screenwriter and said loudly: "Hey! Screenwriter, come to my house as soon as possible, I need you to revise the script."

"No, director, it's already nine o'clock in the evening, and the script has been revised three times, why do you need to revise it again? I think it's already very good now." The gold medal screenwriter on the other side of the phone was muttering and complaining.

"Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly, I know the script is very good, but I have a better idea, you must know the script of "This Killer Is Not So Cold", I had the same inspiration just now, for The script specially created by Liu Yiyi, a lonely and helpless Chinese girl living in debt, came to Los Angeles to work hard, met an unscrupulous boss, a lustful director, but a tenant she kindly took in was actually a A retired mercenary, this tenant secretly helped the Huaxia girl through hardships, and finally helped the Huaxia girl become a new generation of actresses. I've already thought about it, you hurry over here, speed!"

Fran seemed to be crazy, talking about his thoughts quickly, the more he said, the more excited he became, he intuitively felt that this movie was going to be popular, it was going to be a mess, not only Liu Yiyi was going to be famous, but himself , it is very likely that with the help of this film, he will be among the ranks of world-class directors!

After listening to Director Fran's words, the screenwriter regained his energy and said, "It sounds very good. Hey, Director Fran, how did you come up with this idea? Just wait, I'll come to your house right away, and we'll finish the script right away... ..."

Putting down the phone, Fran clenched his fist excitedly. He knew that he would definitely get angry.

Ye Haoran didn't expect his actions to scare Fran's inspiration out. Ye Haoran did this, one is to warn Fran not to play tricks, and the other is to really help Fran. Of course, now this At that time, helping Fran was helping Liu Yiyi, and the two of them already had a symbiotic relationship.

When she got home, Liu Yiyi was sitting on the sofa with a resentful expression on her face.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Ye Haoran entered the door, took off his coat, and asked.

Liu Yiyi pursed her mouth, and looked at Ye Haoran angrily, "Ye Haoran, how could you leave with the gas stove on, do you know it's dangerous, when I came, the oil in the pot was on fire Now, you see, my hair was singed to put out the fire."

"Ah? Hahahaha, I'm sorry, I forgot." Ye Haoran smiled.

Liu Yiyi got up, and patted Ye Haoran's shoulder with her little hand, "You still have the nerve to laugh, do you know how dangerous it is! Also, your cooking skills are really bad. I have never seen all the oil, soy sauce, and vinegar poured into it. It’s boiled in a pot, and those pork are made from oil, so they can’t be eaten, hey, tell me, you’re so stupid, how did you live so long.”

Ye Haoran smiled. From Liu Yiyi's blame, Ye Haoran heard a bit of motherly concern. This feeling is really good.

Had dinner and rested for the day.

Work as usual the next day. There is still no news of the 10,000 yuan bonus from the fbi. Ye Haoran has already planned to give up. He feels that there is no hope. President Obaniu is probably worried about the money and will not sign it.

Although the work of dormitory management is boring, it is very leisurely. You can read a lot of books and do a lot of things on your own. Ye Haoran needs this kind of environment. He hides in the workshop, turns off the walkie-talkie, and concentrates on a chemical experiment , is about the oil-water combination. This question is very interesting. If it can be successfully studied, it is likely to trigger a revolution in the energy industry in the future, because if water and oil are really compatible, it means that gasoline can be diluted with water, and water The energy inside is very high. In this way, when gasoline burns, it can drive the decomposition of water, thereby forming oxygen and hydrogen, and then accelerating the combustion of gasoline.

However, this theory is still in its infancy, and Ye Haoran just casually looked at it.

In a blink of an eye, it was already afternoon, and in the apartment building No. 25, there were bursts of high-heeled shoes.

Ye Haoran raised his head strangely, and saw many women wearing exquisite gowns and high heels, walking out gracefully. Ye Haoran turned his head again, and saw a lot of luxury cars parked in front of the No. 25 apartment building.

"What is this?" Ye Haoran looked around strangely.