As the debate was going on in the front of Michael's studio, an old man was walking slowly in confusion.He was lost.Of course, the man was not too old and weak to forget the right way to his destination, as he could walk fast despite his white hair.He had just forgot to recharge his phone after a long night of scolding his student on phone.His student, a talented student of the National Film Academy whom he had been proud for years, now became his headache.For God's sake, he couldn't help but scolding his student, because that kid had refused such a great film project and joined another unknown crew!Dammit!The fire of anger had engulfed his wisdom, and now he had to ask for help from a passer-by to find his stupid student.“Excuse me! Do you mind telling me how to get to the Durkheim Studio?”The woman was holding her phone and watching something. She looked up at the man, pointing at the crowd not so far from them. “See that crowd? That's the Durkheim Studio.”The man raised h
Impossible!”Before everyone could analyze Ernest's words, Dylan had shouted.The noble alumnus pointed at Ernest with a terrified expression, like an Italian seeing a piece of avocado thrown into spaghetti, or a British seeing their tea made in the way of traditional Chinese medicine.His eyes were brimming with bewilderment. His finger pointing at Ernest was trembling, and it took Dylan three seconds to get his voice.“It's impossible! How could you offend me with such a silly idea? How could a note with just five sentences teach us?”“It's not even a good film manuscript, and now you're boasting that you're gonna teach with that note?”Behind Dylan, the crowd began to be upset. They looked at Ernest with disdain, and some even shouted.“Yeah. It's impossible. This guy must be crazy!”“Go home and sleep, man! You're daydreaming a bit too much!”Now even the old man couldn't stand there and watch this idiotic argument anymore. He didn't understand why everyone gathered just to see a
Ernest didn't say loudly, but it's enough for all the people there to hear.The crowd instantly became so excited after Ernest’s words. That's it! They're there to see arguments, and what's the point of using terms which they didn't know?No matter the result, those two were talking about a film, right? Why didn't they just act?Some people shouted. “Let’s compete! If you all are actors, just show your capability!”“Yes! Show off your skill!”Dylan looked at Ernest's eyes. The young man was staring back at him with no hesitation, full of patience.Dylan's instinct told him that there might be something abnormal, and Ernest was an ingenious fox waving his tail, patiently waiting for the prey to jump into the trap himself.But how could it be possible? Ernest Eswaranski didn't even know how to write a standard film manuscript, let alone acting. How could he challenge Dylan—an alumnus from the National Film Academy?Unlike Kelvin, Dylan had joined a few projects and he was gaining a fanb
Johnathan wasn't the only person who felt how overwhelming Ernest was.Since the first second when Ernest started crawling, Dylan had stood there like a sculpture without moving. He stared at Ernest and his desperate movements.All his thoughts, pride, and confidence, now collapsed and broke into millions of pieces.What was this unimaginable acting technique?How could it happen? How could Ernest do that? He was just a scammer! Yes, a scammer who didn't even dare to answer his questions because Ernest knew nothing!How could Ernest show such terrific talent? Even the legendary actors who were now teaching at the National Film Academy must spend five seconds at least to turn into their fictional characters!Acting was never an easy task, and nobody knew it better than Dylan.Everyone knew about Dylan because he had achieved an excellent degree at the academy, but no one understood how hard Dylan had been.He spent four years just to become his character in ten seconds, and this bastar
Ernest had realized lots of things after gaining a new life with the help of the system.That was, if you didn't know something, then pretended as if you knew that, and run before someone realized that you knew nothing.Thanks to that rule, Ernest had successfully spent one million dollars, and survived after a hellish night in a gangster den.Ernest actually didn't know what the heck Dylan was talking about, but it didn't matter.Now he continued to follow his crucial rule by curving his lips in such a haughty way mixed with a bit disdain, glancing at Dylan.“I hope that we won't meet each other again, in such a meaningless circumstance.”Dylan felt like it was a bad slap on his face. He remembered how confident he had been, as well as those provoking words he had said.Ernest didn't repeat them, but it didn't mean that he didn't care, just that Dylan didn't deserve for Ernest to say something else.For the first time ever, Dylan realized that Ernest was actually in a completely diff
Thirty minutes after solving an argument with confusion and terror, Ernest had returned to the Kaselline District to visit Olly the Otter, who had just woken up this morning.He wanted to buy the headquarters!As a simple man, Ernest's plan to waste ten million dollars wasn't complicated. He was too tired of thinking how to scam people.Since the first day he had gotten that system, Ernest had to scam lots of people: Michael and his film crew, the owner of the fashion shop whom he had forgotten the name, and even his landlord was scammed.And now he just had no time to think of another complicated solution.In Ernest's plan, first he would buy the headquarters of the Silver Skull Gang.And second…Oh, there was no ‘second’.Why did he need a ‘second’ in his plan?The Silver Skull Gang was located in such a terrible place, with rats, garbage, disgusting fluid flowing all the alley.And for short, supposing that there were no gangsters there at all, this narrow alley was still unqualifi
Needless to say, Ernest’s sudden action was a bomb throwing into all the people there. Olly, the middle-aged man, a notorious gang head who had gone through innumerable bloody fights in the underworld, now had just experienced what people called ‘terror’. The long lost young master had nearly jumped off this building, and he couldn't even imagine that the reason was that Ernest couldn't buy the headquarters! He looked at Ernest still standing there with anger and despair, and Olly couldn't hold back his fury, which Paul and his Dragon Flame Gang couldn't provoke. The flame of anger had engulfed Olly’s wisdom. He didn't understand what Ernest was thinking. Why the fck did Ernest want to jump off the building? Just because that he couldn't buy his own property? No, it's too silly and ridiculous to be an answer. Was Ernest looking down on them—the Silver Skull Gang? Did he think that this place and those people didn't deserve to serve him, so that it's utterly shameful to in
Monkey stopped.It was noon at the moment, and the hallway was brimming with the warmth of the daylight.Though Olly was leading a notorious gang, he didn't want their headquarters to be drowned in darkness.The overall design of this building made it always full of daylight, but now Monkey felt no warmth.Dean didn't notice that at first. He stepped forward before turning back and seeing Monkey staring at him, or the teenager on his back, for details.That look was complicated, mixed with lots of emotions, and became pure terror.“Monkey?” Dean asked. “What's wrong with you?”But Monkey didn't answer him.“What do you mean, Dean?” Monkey stepped towards Dean. “Has it actually been someone who taught him to… jump off the third floor once he couldn't buy something?”Dean opened his mouth, but Monkey didn't stop.“No, how the hell could it be possible? It can't be true! It's fcking scary just to think of!”“So you can actually imagine how the young master has lived before meeting us, an