Chapter 58: Chapter 58 A Bad Movie is a Bad Movie [Please Favorite, Please Recommend]A lousy movie?! Just by the name, you can tell it’s a lousy movie?!

    When Lu Xiaobu’s words were uttered, Liang Lan, Wu Qianmin, and Chen Feiyang were all baffled! They could never have imagined that Lu Xiaobu’s comment would be so direct, so... shallow!

    Inside, Chen Feiyang burned with anger, suddenly feeling an urge to fight: "Why do you say my movie is bad? Just because of its name?" He’s like that, you can outright insult him and it’ll be fine.

    But if you say his movie is bad, he can’t hold back his rage. However, he’s a gracious person, but his screenwriter’s temper is not that kind.

    "Lu Xiaobu, what gives you the right to call Director Chen’s movie a lousy film? Director Chen won the Golden Rooster Award before you were even born! You, who only know how to spend money and not make it, really are a waste of space!"

    The screenwriter was furious and quite impolite. He thought Lu Xiaobu was just a good-for-nothing trying to gain popularity with gimmicks!

    "What did you say?! Apologize to Young Master Bu!"

    Zhang Meng instantly sprang into action, his eyes ablaze with killing intent, staring down the screenwriter. He doesn’t understand movies, nor whether the Young Master’s comments are correct.

    But even if the Young Master is wrong, it’s not someone else’s place to insult him!

    "Oh? Want to use violence to intimidate? Scum will be scum, want me to apologize? Then you have to kill me!"

    This screenwriter, indeed picked by Chen Feiyang, had a strong backbone!

    "Lu Xiaobu, if we’re not on the same page after half a sentence, then I should just leave. This scene isn’t necessary, is it? Give me back my script."

    Chen Feiyang stood up as well, his face full of anger, even changing the way he addressed him. He realized he had misjudged.

    Before, he thought that although Lu Xiaobu was a bit of a spendthrift. But being able to selflessly save others and create such a perfect tavern, he seemed like a person with taste and a kind heart.

    But now... Lu Xiaobu, however, seemed as if he hadn’t heard what Chen Feiyang said, continued to read through the script, frowning as he muttered: "Cliché, rubbish, lousy film."

    Hearing Lu Xiaobu’s increasingly excessive remarks, Chen Feiyang’s anger reached its peak, and he reached out to grab the script.

    "Stop right there!" Zhang Meng immediately blocked him.

    "What? Am I wrong for taking my script? Want to break my legs?" Chen Feiyang, seething, stared down Zhang Meng.

    The atmosphere was extremely tense! Zhang Meng kept silent.

    Although he could not let this Chen Feiyang disturb the Young Master, he also couldn’t lay a hand on someone who did nothing wrong.

    After all, it was the Young Master who spoke out first.

    "Young Master..." Liang Lan whispered in an attempt to persuade him.

    She didn’t want to see Xiaobu, the Young Master, getting in trouble over such a thing with a well-known director.

    And to be honest, the Young Master’s way of judging was indeed too rash.

    "Fine, fine, here you go. I really don’t know how a well-known director like you ended up making these cliché romance films about a man dying, the woman living, the woman living, the man dying."

    Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and handed the script to Chen Feiyang.

    "Hmph! You’re not qualified to say that!" Chen Feiyang snorted coldly and took the script, turning to leave.

    "Sister Lan, call Fatty and the others in, after seeing that lousy script, I feel anxious inside. Tell them, I’ll give them a script, I’ll invest, have them make a movie for me." Lu Xiaobu said to Liang Lan.

    "Okay, Young Master." Liang Lan went out.

    "Director Chen, would you be interested in looking at my script?"

    Lu Xiaobu, seemingly preoccupied, played with his phone while speaking. He searched up Stephen Chow’s name on his phone and, realizing that there was no such extraordinary person in this world, he felt relieved.

    Alright, it’s time to boldly plagiarize! Don’t blame me, Stephen!

    Chen Feiyang stopped in his tracks upon hearing this: "Fine, let me see what kind of good script you can come up with."

    There was a knot of frustration in his heart. No one had ever told him to his face that his movie was lousy. Although he was not the sort to seek revenge for slights, he wanted to see what kind of quality script Lu Xiaobu could produce.

    Let’s see if this person is even qualified to call his film a piece of trash.

    "Sure."

    Lu Xiaobu said nonchalantly.

    The fatty had heard the noise inside early on, and as soon as Lu Xiaobu called him, he immediately rushed in.

    "Young Master Bu, Director Chen."

    Lu Hao greeted them incessantly.

    "Hmph!"

    And Chen Feiyang, who was amiable to him before, now had no patience.

    He thought the fatty was Lu Xiaobu’s man.

    "Come come come, fatty, I’ve got a romance screenplay for you, give it a good shoot,"

    Lu Xiaobu said.

    "Young Master Bu, this..."

    The fatty was somewhat embarrassed, discussing these things in front of Director Chen Feiyang, it felt somewhat awkward!

    "Are you shooting it or not?" Lu Xiaobu became impatient.

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    The fatty clenched his teeth and stamped his foot, whatever.

    "The name of this script is ’A Chinese Odyssey,’" Lu Xiaobu said.

    Hearing Lu Xiaobu’s words, the screenwriter scoffed: "So you’re calling our movie trash. According to your logic, is it appropriate for a love story to be called ’A Chinese Odyssey’? Really clueless!"

    Lu Xiaobu heard the screenwriter’s words, but had no response. Instead, he began to tell the unforgettable story slowly: "This is a story about time travel, crossing tribulation, and reincarnation..."

    A Chinese Odyssey was one of his favorite movies in his previous life.

    He watched it dozens of times, remembering every single detail clearly.

    This movie.

    It’s funny, it’s absurd.

    But at the same time.

    It’s cruel, and it’s profound.

    This is a film common people can’t understand in one viewing.

    The first time, you laugh.

    The second time, you cry.

    The third time, you’re silent.

    And it’s only then that you might understand this movie.

    With Lu Xiaobu’s vivid storytelling and the fluctuations in emotion in his performance, the film slowly unfolded before everyone.

    In his description.

    A Supreme Treasure, constantly mocked by fate, appeared before everyone.

    Supreme Treasure turned down Zixia, thinking he was still in love with Jingjing.

    Seeing Jingjing, he realized that Zixia was his true love.

    In the end, when he finally understood, the choice was so cruel!

    To defeat the Bull Demon King and save Zixia, he had to wear the Headband and become the powerful Sun Wukong again.

    And wearing the Headband meant no romantic desires, only to forsake Zixia and go on the pilgrimage.

    For a moment, this small private room suddenly portrayed all facets of life.

    The naive Wu Qianmin couldn’t contain his amusement: "That’s hilarious, Xiaobu, your film is too funny, how did you come up with it? Using your foot there. And ’It’s a bit burnt, still usable?’ What kind of lines are these!"

    But Liang Lan, weathered by life’s hard experiences, had eyes red with tears.

    What came to her mind were Zixia’s desperate words before her death.

    ’My love is supposed to be a hero of unparalleled might. One day, he’ll come to marry me on clouds of seven colors. I guessed the beginning right, but I couldn’t foresee this ending...’

    And the final words of Supreme Treasure as he put on the Headband.

    Listening to this part at first seems funny, but later it becomes engraved in the heart!

    ’Once, I had sincere love right before me, but I didn’t treasure it.

    Only when it was lost did I feel regret that was too late; nothing is more painful in this world.

    If Heaven could grant me a chance to do it all over again, I would say three words to that person: "I love you."

    If this love must have a time limit, I hope it’s ten thousand years.’

    Whereas Chen Feiyang and Lu Hao fell into silence—their minds held a single word!

    Shocked!