Years later, when Kelvin had already reached the peak of his career, he still remembered the unforgettable scene now.It had affected Kelvin’s technique a lot, and became an important part in his path to be a superstar.The first time ever, Kelvin understood what ‘overwhelming' actually was.Ernest Eswaranski now was completely different from that of the beginning.He didn't fight, yeah, the word ‘fight’ was no longer appropriate to describe someone just punching his opponents as easily as if they're just made from wood.Ernest’s technique was something out of this world, because he fought as if he saw everything in advance.He dodged an attack from behind without looking back.He used his elbow like a sword to thrust and break the others’ ribs effortlessly.And his strength was something inappropriate to his slim body. It's monstrous, because none of those big guys could crawl up after taking his kick, punch, or even slap.Suddenly Kelvin remembered how Ernest had appeared in the fil
The bearded man saw Ernest taking the blade from his hand with just two fingers, slowly pulling it away from Kelvin's neck.The man tried to hold it tighter and tighter, but Ernest's fingers were as strong as a crane, and the man couldn't help but see the blade gradually turning into a metal ball in Ernest's hand as if the blade was made from paper!!!What the fck was this guy!?Ernest looked at the man with eyes full of boredom.The bearded man had met innumerable people, all of whom were strong—the crucial requirement to survive in this underworld.Some even stronger than him, but none of them could bring him such a dreadful feeling that his life could be taken whenever, but he was alive after all, because the killer just found it annoying to kill him.The man released Kelvin before falling on the floor.There was no chance to harm this monster, let alone cut his arm.“I expected to see more from you.” Ernest said as he dropped the metal ball, which had just been a blade, to the flo
“Cut!!!”“Okay, good, let's take a rest, everyone. We'll continue filming in the afternoon.”“Thank you, Mr. Durkheim! My stomach has been waiting for this moment for so long, ha ha.”“Then tell Ashley to buy you some food, I'll pay for that!”“Kelvin, you're more and more skillful! Just maintain your professional style!”So it was lunchtime?With both eyes emotionless, Ernest looked at the film crew nearby who were waiting for lunch after ‘working hard’ for hours, then looked back at his own meal—which he ate a half and held another half for hours without biting a piece.Why didn't he eat the meal?Ernest stared at the half of bread for a while. Then he closed his eyes, putting it all into his mouth and gulping it down, though the bread is nothing but a tasteless edible object. Honestly, Ernest was not a picky eater who just decided to eat what they loved. His poor identity didn't allow that, and even though this meal was just bread with some peanut butter spreaded on, he could eat
But the director didn't have time to think about this, because his actor had already been provoked and started yelling at Ernest.“Oh? Then who the heck are you? Are you a famous actor who won an Oscar? Or the honored lecturer working in the National Film Academy? You are just a kid trying to draw our attention!”“Listen, kid. The word ‘experienced’ is not for such an innocent teenager like you. I graduated from The National Film Academy, and I know what I'm doing! Just getta of here and let us adults work, okay?”All those bad words slapped Ernest at an incredible speed, and it's fast to the point he couldn't hear exactly what this handsome man was yelling about. However, even the dumbest man could realize that this man was humiliating Ernest.And Ernest was not dumb.He looked at the actor, slowly telling him with a disdainful smirk.“As far as I know, your character is a beggar struggling to find food on the street, right? Then your actions are absolutely wrong.”Ernest pointed at
What's the problem, sir?”Ernest turned back with a slight smile, even though his mind was full of bad words. All those crew members looked scary like hell when he commented, so what's this man gonna do? Punch him?Ernest had decided that he would punch back at this man if he just came to yell.But it didn't happen. The middle aged director immediately smiled, as he was trying to show his friendliness to Ernest. His words were polite as well, which made Ernest think that the director wanted to copy him.“My name is Michael Durkheim, this crew's director. Please don't bother Ashley's rude behavior. He didn't hear what you've said and it's all his fault. Don't leave this way, sir. May I talk to you for a while?”Ernest raised his eyebrows for a long time, which abruptly chilled Michael to the bone.“My pleasure.”“This way, please go this way, Mr… Sorry, may I know your name?”“Ernest Eswaranski.”The director stopped for a moment. He might have heard of this surname somewhere before, b
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
Ernest smiled at Ashley, turning at the weird director who was still bewildered aside and showing him a relaxing expression. “I guess you will need a discussion first, Mr. Durkheim.”“Mr. Eswaranski…”Michael's heart nearly stopped beating when he saw Ernest standing up. He didn't even have time to yell at Ashley—the one who had broken all his wonderful plans. He was about to hold Ernest's sleeve, but Ernest dodged Michael's hand fast like a wind, showing the obvious refusal though he didn't say that.“We will talk later, Mr. Durkheim.”“We don't work with you! Get out of here! Now!”At the moment Ernest was about to put his feet out of the van, he heard Ashley's disdainful words, and the finger pointing at the outside filled with underestimation. The people around him didn't say a word, just looking at Ernest as if he was an old toy, which could entertain them for just a few minutes.He realized that he couldn't leave this way.Ernest turned back at Michael, who was engulfed in despa
Eswaranski? Now confused wasn't what Ashley was feeling. It turned into shock and for a moment, Ashley thought that it was a damn prank. But it was impossible. Eswaranski was so rare that he had never met anyone having that surname in real life, or even on the Internet. Lying was not that easy. You couldn't randomly take a meaningless surname and unintentionally match the real one belonging to someone if you had never heard about it. Ashley had seen the name Eswaranski once. “I have read about that name, Eswaranski.” Ashley’s face turned pale and his voice was trembling. “My late great grandfather had written about that in his diary, but I don't remember the content.” Then he looked at Michael, “Mr Durkheim, I have to go home to find the diary!” Ernest was sitting at a coffee shop. A cup of espresso was on the table, giving off the beautiful scent of perfect coffee. A pianist was playing a song over there, and the relaxing music echoed all over the coffee shop. Waitresses in