Chapter 4

Michael smiled in bitterness. Obviously asking for an investment was never an easy task. He may have underestimated this young guy, just because of his innocent appearance.

Look, Ernest didn't even ask what the offer can be but strictly asked for a reason. Ernest knew everything, and according to years of experience talking with all types of producers, Michael understood that he had to show this teenager what benefits he could gain, or everything would be gone.

Michael didn't fear that the budget would disappear. What he was afraid of is the loss of his position in the upper class—once Ernest felt unpleasant for what Michael said. Instead of asking for a budget which could provoke this young heir, Michael needed to ask for something more friendly.

“I know what you want, Mr. Eswaranski.” Michael said, then he went to find his suitcase in front of Ernest's bewildered eyes.

Want? What did Ernest want? Why did he know nothing about that?

While Ernest was still confused, the director had turned back with something in his hand. Seconds later, in front of Ernest put a document with the title capitalized ‘Turn Back To See You’, but it didn't look like a novel, which made Ernest even more confused.

What was that?

Until the twice time reading the title did Ernest's brain realize that it was a manuscript. Ernest was speechless for a second. So this man was not a criminal? But what was the point of giving him the manuscript? He was about to ask why, but Michael had explained.

“Please take a look at our manuscript, Mr. Eswaranski. All the actors and actresses follow it, and you have watched one of our performances.” Michael said as if he was afraid that Ernest would leave the next second. “Your opinions are really useful to me, can you read it and give me another opinion? We'll really appreciate it.”

Ernest opened his mouth to say, but Michael was faster, again. He immediately interrupted Ernest, and his expression was miserable for some reason that Ernest didn't understand.

“Please don't refuse, Mr. Eswaranski! You just need to take a look and give me your precious opinion! That's it! I know I don't take the right to ask for something greater, but please tell me what you think about this document!”

What Ernest was going to say was stuck in his throat after hearing those words. He just wanted to say that he understood nothing—how the hell could he know about script writing when he had only a high school degree? But the middle aged man's look was truly painful, though he didn't know why.

Why did he desperately ask for an opinion from a stranger? He was the director, wasn't it?

Okay, Ernest thought, just read it, anyway. It didn't hurt anyone at all, right?

Ernest sighed, opening the document, and starting reading the vocabulary which he didn't even understand at all. Therefore, Ernest turned from page to page with high speed, choosing the parts which he could read, and sometimes he raised eyebrows when he asked himself those questions.

What was the content? Oh, a love relationship between a poor guy and a rich girl… What did this word mean? Ah…

Focusing on reading, Ernest knows nothing about Michael's expression when this man is staring at him.

Michael knows that his manuscript is not good, full of flaws, but he is still worried whenever Ernest narrows his eyebrows. He is afraid of Ernest's apology that his work reaches no standard at all. However, Ernest just glances at each document page for a second before turning to another one without a word.

Is this manuscript okay, Michael thinks that but he doesn't dare to ask the one reading with seriousness aside.

Michael remembers that talking with the elite requires lots of rules, and actually he can't ask for an obvious review from Ernest. So he uses another question.

“Mr. Eswaranski, how much money do you think is appropriate to produce this film?”

How the heck does he know? Ernest closes the document with that thought arising in his mind. He doesn't even know how to deal with his own situation, let alone solving others' problems.

But right at the moment Ernest is going to say it, an irritating voice appears. It's the assistant, the actor called Kelvin, and some people who Ernest doesn't know.

“What are you doing, Mr. Durkheim? You let him read our manuscript???”

The young assistant, named Ashley, is still angry, even though Ernest talked to him with a courteous attitude. His eyes were full of anger and shock when he noticed what was put in Ernest's hand, and he shouted, not letting anyone say a word.

“Where do you think you're?” Ashley scolded Ernest, then looked at the director, “Mr. Durkheim, why do you let an unreliable person step in our studio? Don't you think that he'll be a spy whom our opponents hired to take our secret? Now you let him read our secret document, what exactly are you thinking of?”

Ernest raised his eyebrows. Why was this arrogant assistant always scolding him? He remembered that he had done nothing to this guy, okay? Ernest was still calm and courteous even after his face got some saliva from this guy's impolite mouth! And then he got scolded again?

Slowly sighing, Ernest thought this attitude was unacceptable. People who understood the situation knew that this young guy was just an assistant, but the ones who didn't know may think that he was Jesus' son, hah.

“Give me the manuscript! You, the penniless guy, have no right to read it, and you won't understand a word no matter how many times you read it!” ‘Jesus' son’ immediately took the document away from Ernest, then wiped the nonexistent dust as if Ernest was something really dirty.

Ernest smiled in silence. This assistant was right, he didn't even understand what this manuscript wrote, let alone evacuating this document. Then fine, he'd better leave before someone found that he actually knew nothing about this field.

But would Ernest go with nothing left?

Of course not.