New Jersey, outside the won’s prison where Sarah once stayed, Wang Jian and Lily drove here again.
"So, she moved back into the prison to look for inspiration, also by using your connections?"
Lily looked at Wang Jian and touched her hip, slightly nodding her head.
Last night, she and Lynn were severely reprimanded by Wang Jian, eventually revealing Sarah’s current whereabouts.
"Lynn handles the advertising for ’Prison Break Special Forces,’ and this prison is one of the sponsors."
"She introduced to the person in charge of the prison, saying the governnt is interested in improving the living conditions for won there."
"Moreover, since I am in charge of won’s rights, I arranged for Sarah to have an identity as a won’s rights investigator."
"Ridiculous, if you want to write about prison, you need to live in one?" Wang Jian said angrily. "Then if I write about ti travel, should I actually ti travel?"
Having said that, he shook his head, feeling sothing was amiss.
Never mind...
Wang Jian sighed, ready to open the car door and bring Sarah back.
"Wang," Lily caught Wang Jian by the hem of his jacket, speaking with a chuckle, "Sarah doesn’t want to reveal her identity, so all her written material has to be passed to before being taken out of the prison."
Wang Jian was montarily startled, then quickly understood.
So of the darker secrets exposed to the governnt are not a problem, as everyone actually knows about them, which might even help receive funding.
However, exposing them to the public as a writer would certainly make the prison authorities uneasy.
"Then I’ll pretend to be your assistant," Wang Jian said, "and go into the prison to get Sarah out."
"Um..." Lily glanced at Wang Jian, "You probably don’t realize your own level of fa."
"Because of ’Prison Break’ and ’Prison Break Special Forces,’ you’ve already been recognized by the prison staff."
"And I have tried persuading Sarah several tis, but she completely ignores ."
Ah... my troubleso sister!
Wang Jian sighed, "If it doesn’t work to take the written material, then let’s just get her out!"
Just then, a man ca out of the prison, staring at Wang Jian’s car a bit dazedly.
After a mont, he ran over excitedly, tapping on the car window, "Is it Mr. Wang Jian? I knew it, you’d definitely co, since you made a cao in ’Prison Break.’"
Wang Jian looked at the man, recalling carefully, and finally rembered.
"Are you... the director of ’Prison Break Special Forces’?"
"Yes, Mr. Wang." The man nodded rapidly, "Are you here to see the final scene of ’Prison Break Special Forces’? Are you interested in playing a role?"
Playing a ghost of a role...
Suddenly, Wang Jian glanced at Lily and then at the director, an idea forming in his mind.
"Everyone, co over, our producer Mr. Wang Jian has arrived!" the director shouted to the lead actors.
"Ha, Wang." Miller ran over, laughing loudly, "You finally ca."
Triple H saw Wang Jian, his face also full of joy.
Thanks to this TV series, he had gained more fa and even had a few offers for small productions.
"Everyone knows Mr. Wang is busy, so let’s hurry up and shoot his cao."
"No problem!" Miller whispered to Wang Jian, "We discussed breaking HBO’s ratings record, and if you made a cao, what role we should give you."
"The mastermind behind the scenes, interested?"
Wang Jian didn’t care what role he played.
He was more concerned about Sarah.
"Isn’t the environnt here a bit inappropriate?" Wang Jian recalled Sarah`s room number, "Room 305 in this prison is the most suitable."
Upon hearing this, the director and the caraman were startled, then hurriedly nodded.
After all, he was the chief producer, the big boss; even if he said the moon was suitable, they would have to go.
"I’ll contact the prison authorities to see if we can free up room 305 for filming."
"Of course, you can," Wang Jian answered inwardly: "That room is a ’VIP room,’ usually only Sarah stays there."
"By the way," Wang Jian instructed, "we need a woman to make a cao, to help highlight the evil nature of my character."
A woman?
The director looked at the crew up and down, frowning.
The most female-like here was probably Miller with a wig on.
"This is a won’s prison." The assistant director whispered in the director’s ear.
The director’s eyes lit up, and he switched to flattery mode, "Mr. Wang has really thought this through."
Soon, the prison warden and so staff hurried over, agreeing to all of Wang Jian’s requests.
After all, the TV series had made the prison famous, and the boss had asked to fully cooperate.
Moreover, to accommodate this VIP’s demands was hardly an effort.
"Indeed it’s you," Sarah said with a soft laugh, looking at Wang Jian in uniform.
"As soon as they said the producer was making a cao and asked if I was willing to play a woman, I guessed it was you."
"You really are too much." Wang Jian scolded.
"Hehe," Sarah giggled mischievously, her deanor reminiscent of a cheeky street urchin from days past.
"My harvest is huge; I’ve already got so creative ideas."
"Do you think the female protagonist, being a woman who was tricked by female drug dealers, will provoke displeasure in the readers?"
"That’s enough," Wang Jian rubbed his forehead, "let’s not think about that now, we still have to make a cao."
"I’ll take the manuscript after we finish here, and then you can apply to leave."
"Okay." Sarah nodded in agreent, her compliance surprising Wang Jian.
"I’ve pretty much finished my research. Besides, now that you are here, I can’t continue acting."
"Mr. Wang," the director walked in.
"The shooting is about to start, no need to rehearse?"
"No need," Wang Jian waved his hand, "Hold the female prisoner, shoot the gun, just like that, right?"
"Yes." The director nodded and bowed, then left the cell and loudly yelled "action."
"Hehe." Sarah put Wang Jian’s hand on her waist and sat on his lap.
At that mont, the prison gate was forcefully flung open.
The wrestler known as "Undertaker" stumbled in fiercely.
"Boss, run." He spat blood as he spoke, "He’s broken in!"
Following the script, Wang Jian kissed Sarah on the face briefly and pulled out a pistol from the drawer.
"No worries, can he move faster than a bullet?"
"I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you!" Miller, clad only in underwear, entered.
According to the script, he had already gone into berserk mode.
Wang Jian stood up, pushed Sarah aside, and aid the gun at Miller.
With a loud "bang," sothing astonishing occurred.
The protagonist, Miller, actually caught the bullet with his hand.
"Perfect!" the director shouted. "Mr. Wang, your performance was perfect."
"Next, this wrestler will take over your role."
"Mr. Wang, hello." A man about the size of Wang Jian greeted him respectfully.
This... is also a wrestler?
Wang Jian asked in surprise, "Which wrestler are you?"
"Uh... the mysterious Reel."
"Mr. Wang, would you like to watch the rest of the shooting?"
"Of course." Wang Jian nodded, thinking to himself, "I must take the opportunity to grab the manuscript."
"Everyone please help clear so clutter to facilitate the next shot," the assistant director shouted.
"Mr.Wang, you don’t have to lift a finger, we’ll handle it."
Wang Jian, holding the manuscript, nodded gently and stepped aside.
Sarah whispered to Wang Jian, "I’m going to make a report, and afterwards we’ll head back together."
"Okay." Wang Jian nodded, sitting idly by.
But the upcoming shooting widened Wang Jian’s eyes.
He saw Miller wrestle the pistol from the protagonist’s hands, and the two began a fierce battle.
The action was different from a typical Hollywood blockbuster.
Both held two pistols each, moving swiftly in the tight space of the cell.
"Spectacular to think that professional stunt perforrs designed these moves," Wang Jian remarked.
Soon, Miller was brought down by the mysterious Reel and could not get up.
"Hehe," Reel, playing the villain, resud the traditional skill of "talking too much."
Miller struggled to aim his pistol at his opponent, but it was deflected with a light touch.
"Feel the pain, scream! Think about your deeds in Iraq!"
"Damn, it’s impossible to shoot him directly." Miller eyed the prison’s waste pipes, plotting his next move.
While listening to the big boss’s rattling, he calculated the angles.
He then shot at the wall, the bullet ricocheted and entered the pipes.
The pipes, filled with thane, caused a series of explosions.
The prison warden, close to the pipes, was blown to bits.
Then the cara swiveled, and a dical miracle occurred.
Miller, completely naked with blood at the corner of his mouth, struck a cool pose as he walked towards the cara.
"Mr. Wang, in post-production, we’ll create the explosion effects and flas reflecting on the protagonist’s figure."
Wang Jian watched Miller and visualized that scene.
"Real n, never looking back at explosions, huh..."
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