He's Actually A Sexy Girl? I Erected!-Chapter 529: 【】Do you know what a good script is?_1

Chapter 529: 【529】Do you know what a good script is?_1

“Mr. Tang, are you here to discuss a partnership or to hit on girls?”

As Tang Feng and Han Xiaoxiao were joking around, suddenly a strange voice arose from the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and they saw a handsome man glaring at Tang Feng with resentment.

It was Ma Haoran, who had failed in his attempt to flirt with Han Xiaoxiao earlier.

This Ma Haoran was a somewhat famous star in Zhonghai, having acted in several idol dramas with decent viewership.

However, the entertainment industry changes rapidly, and his fame had significantly declined over the past two years.

He probably felt the crisis and thought about looking for other opportunities.

Tang Feng glanced indifferently at Ma Haoran, “Ms. Han and I are old friends. What’s wrong with chatting a bit longer upon meeting?”

Ma Haoran made his way through the crowd, “We’ve been waiting for you for a long time. You arrived so late without apologizing to everyone, and now you’re even delaying our time. Do you think that’s appropriate?”

“No,” Tang Feng shook his head.

A smug smile appeared on Ma Haoran’s face, ready to speak again.

But then he heard Tang Feng add, “But I want to, what can you do about it?”

“You…” Ma Haoran’s face turned red with anger, “Why are you being so unreasonable?”

“I’m being unreasonable, so what? You came to me, not the other way around. If you want to wait, wait; if you don’t, leave. No one is forcing you,” Tang Feng retorted with no regard for Ma Haoran’s pride, and even swore.

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Ma Haoran trembled with rage, “Your words are unacceptable. I’ve come to you for investment, true, but we are equals. Why do you talk down to me like this?”

“That’s just my nature. If you can’t stand it, you can leave,” Tang Feng remained utterly nonchalant.

Ma Haoran clenched his fists tightly, wanting to storm off right there and then.

However, he didn’t want to miss this great opportunity.

His popularity had plummeted in the past two years, and he could barely land any good roles, being relegated to second or third male leads in TV dramas.

So he had someone write a script, intending to direct and star in it himself.

But after approaching many investors, they declined as soon as they heard he was going to direct, not even willing to look at the script.

Just when he thought this project would fizzle out, he suddenly heard some news.

A foolish rich guy had emerged in the entertainment industry.

Someone easily bamboozled him into investing fifty million into a no-name small company.

That gave him a glimmer of hope.

He didn’t fear dumb investors, only those who were too clever.

This type of naive and wealthy upstart was perfect for a novice director like him.

If he gave up this chance, he had no idea when he might become a director.

Having thought through the situation, he could only swallow his pride for now, “I’m sorry, Mr. Tang, I was rude just now. I apologize. Here’s my script, please have a look.”

As he spoke, he offered the script with both hands.

Tang Feng took it and flipped through a couple of pages, asking offhandedly, “How much investment do you want?”

Ma Haoran’s spirits lifted upon hearing this, sensing a great deal of hope.

Really so naive and rich? Such an easy target to fool?

“Three… fifty million!”

Actually, his project was originally budgeted to cost just over thirty million, but when you come across such a foolish investor, it’s best to quote high. Who would complain about having too much money?

When Tang Feng heard this, a cold smile formed on his lips.

“You really think I’m an idiot, huh? I wouldn’t invest five thousand in this lousy script of yours. Take it back and use it for toilet paper.”

With those words, he threw the script in Ma Haoran’s face.

“Wham…”

The script scattered on the floor like snowflakes.

He hadn’t even activated the system to review it; his own judgment was enough to see how terrible the script was.

He only read two pages, which described only one thing—the protagonist’s entrance.

The protagonist is described as an extremely handsome wealthy heir, so good-looking it’s criminal, with an ostentatious BGM playing upon his entrance.

The opening shows the protagonist driving a Ferrari to school, where a group of schoolgirls wildly adores him.

The language is so cheesy and the expressions so explicit that even he, a seasoned man, felt embarrassed reading it.

The dialogue may be nauseating, but it occupies half a page.

What follows is the protagonist getting out of the car.

A bunch of schoolgirls continue to drool over his unmatched looks, taking up another half page.

Just as you think the story might move on to the main theme,

three more luxury cars pull up, and out step three more rich young men, striding with a purposeful air, positioning themselves beside the protagonist in a pose.

The surrounding students continue with their exaggerated adoration.

From their dialogue, it’s revealed that these four are Hongdu Middle School’s top heartthrobs—the Hongdu Four Young Masters.

Ouyang Shaotian, Murong Yu, Ximen Chuhuan…

It’s simply thunderingly ridiculous.

At this point, Tang Feng was fed up.

Which idiotic screenwriter created such a brainless script?

Just the descriptions of four pretentious teenagers showing off took up two pages.

Without even needing to read further, he knew the rest would be of the same taste and folly.

Did they really take him for a fool?

The entire multimedia classroom fell silent in an instant.

Everyone looked on dumbfounded, feeling uneasy and scared.

Some of them genuinely came to seek investment, but others simply saw Tang Feng as a fool, trying to take advantage of the situation.

They didn’t expect Tang Feng’s response to be so vehement, giving no face and flipping out publicly.

This was a bit frightening.

Many half-baked individuals began to have second thoughts.

Ma Haoran clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Tang Feng, “You’re insulting me too much.”

Tang Feng scoffed, “I’d say you’re the one insulting me. With your crap storyline, anyone with the intelligence over three years old would find it childish.”

“Hahaha…”

Everyone present was amused by Tang Feng’s witty remarks.

Ma Haoran’s face alternated between shades of green and red as he angrily pointed at Tang Feng.

“What do you know about good scripts? You’re clueless. Aren’t you just a guy with some stinking money? Does having money give you the right to trash someone else’s hard work? Do you know how much we’ve put into this script for you to just dismiss it with a word? On what basis?”

He grew more agitated as he spoke, his veins bulging, his expression increasingly ferocious.