Chapter 51 Unexpected help

Now that he was boasting about Haikou in front of everyone, Bai Chuanfeng also began to prepare to write a story.

This story is actually Takeshi Kitano's own script, and the movie is called "That Summer, the Sea of ​​Tranquility".

This is a very special movie, with very few lines throughout, almost a silent film.

Because the hero and heroine of the story are a pair of young deaf-mute people, their communication is destined to have nothing to do with words, quiet but passionate.

The story is generally about the male protagonist falling in love with surfing by chance, from initial interest to almost obsession in the end.

In the process, he made friends and participated in competitions. The heroine was always by his side silently. But the ending was both depressing and healing.

The whole movie is quiet, overflowing with happiness, and full of the simplest sunshine and romance. But there is also a hint of sadness and lamentation in it.

Because of this, the film's requirements for shots, lines and language are relatively simple. There are no complicated scenes and no need for complicated props.

Shirakawa Kaede felt that this movie was very suitable as a training work for them as a novice team, and it was also very suitable for Kitano Takeshi who was first exposed to movies.

Issei Watanabe, who was so frightened that he was out of his wits, leaned against the wall and gasped for a long time before he stood up tremblingly and threw himself at the phone on the table.

All this was seen by Ota who was hiding in the corner. Fortunately, Mr. Ota was smart and kept a record player as a backup.

Bai Chuanfeng, who was still immersed in writing in the apartment, was suddenly interrupted by the pager in his pocket that kept calling "Didi".

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding~" Ota, wearing long sleeves, hurriedly ran up from behind.

Thanks to their efforts, Watanabe Electric, which was already in difficulty, was even worse.

Huh? So urgent?

"No problem" Bai Chuanfeng agreed calmly.

While Shirakawa Kaede was immersed in writing, Ohta came to Ota District again.

Ohta glanced at his arm, and it seemed that Shirakawa-kun was right. It would be best to get rid of this thing when possible. If Yakuza accidentally saw it, it would be a lot of fun.

The extras were frightened by the sudden appearance of Yakuza in front of them and did not dare to move.

He pointed out the damaged parts of the record player to the group. The broken gap was obvious.

As for the kind of thing where you just slap your head and just come up with a complete shooting script, you think too much~

So leave professional matters to professionals, who are only responsible for the story.

Not to mention the busy work here at Ota, at Watanabe Denki, the fat bald man led people straight to Watanabe Issei's office.

"Brush" the sword flashed, and Watanabe Issei's miserable howl could be clearly heard at the end of the corridor.

"Sir, we are not gang members, we are just ordinary consumers." Ota stood in front of the extras, bowed his head and explained.

"What you are saying is that if he acts like this, Watanabe Electric will go bankrupt soon." Ohta calmly began to give Issei Watanabe eye drops.

"Hmph" Kimura sneered. He took out a dagger and played with it while walking towards Issei Watanabe, who had a look of horror in his eyes. Upon seeing this, the two Yakuzas, regardless of Issei Watanabe's struggle, forcibly broke off his right hand with his fingers.

Open on the desktop.

After looking at the number, Bai Chuanfeng's eyes lit up, he immediately put down his pen and ran to the landline phone outside.

Issei Watanabe, whose face was covered with tears and snot, screamed twice more before he opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at his fingers.

Seeing the other person shaking his head, the bald-headed expression immediately turned fierce. He walked directly into the crowd, picked up someone and slapped him in the face, "Kua~la~, you bastards dare to go to Daochuanhui's territory, do you want to start a war?

?!"

Kimura held the dagger and pressed it down, "Ah!~" Watanabe Issei began to scream again.

Interested, of course interested.

I saw the dagger inserted between the fingers of his ring finger and little finger. The dagger was slightly tilted and scratched the skin of the little finger, and a trace of blood flowed out.

"Hai, excuse me for disturbing Shirakawa-san. I wonder if you are still interested in the Blackstone record player?" Watanabe Issei's breathless voice sounded a little shaky.

In recent days, he has arranged for some extras to go to Watanabe Denki's door every now and then to shout a few words.

"We all bought Watanabe Electric products, but this profiteer did something bad and sold us only defective products."

As for whether the future master of violent aesthetics will go astray because of the peaceful and gentle style of the first film.

These people all wore black suits, and looming tattoos could be seen from the open collars on their chests.

As he spoke, Ota began to elaborate on the quality issues of Watanabe Electric's products, how they harmed consumers, and so on.

As for Ohta, he hid far away and waited for the extras to finish their work. Then he paid them and sent them away.

The fat bald man could see it clearly at a glance. He let go of the bitch he had just grabbed like a chicken. While looking at the record player, he scratched his head and said, "Baga~ This bastard Watanabe is really unreliable."

When the bald man heard this, he immediately looked stern, "Humph, you can't run away even if you go bankrupt."

"Of course there is no problem. Industrialists like Watanabe Taka-san have always been the people I respect the most. I am not very happy that he agreed to Watanabe-san's sale proposal. As for the time, let Watanabe-san arrange it." Good words.

Not afraid of being late, Bai Chuanfeng never hesitates to praise him.

Today, Ohta was hiding in the corner as usual, enjoying the performances of the extras. However, before he could say a few words, another group of people suddenly appeared on the street corner.

"K...Kimura-san~, I know you are the most trustworthy person, you are the most honest person I have ever met..." Watanabe Issei was frightened and saw that his little finger had been lost and recovered, and he even started talking nonsense

Come.

After driving away the rest, a few boys were left guarding the door. The bald head led the remaining people straight to the gate of Watanabe Denki.

"Mu...Kimura-san...?" After seeing the person clearly, Watanabe Issei was a little awkward even when he spoke.

"Then it's settled"

Kimura glanced disdainfully at Issei Watanabe, who was collapsed on the ground, and left with his younger brothers without looking back.

The bald man didn't look sideways the whole time. After his younger brother kicked open the office door, he went straight to the astonished Watanabe Issei behind the desk.

"Kimura-san! Kimura-san! The time has not come yet, I will definitely pay back the money! Please believe me..."

"Ah~!" In pain, Watanabe Issei could no longer maintain his grace and screamed loudly, "Kimura-san, if you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well, Kimura-san~!"

It’s not too late to write stories or something later.

Coincidentally, these consumers seem to have a somewhat extreme personality. Without saying a few words, they started shouting that Watanabe Electric is unscrupulous and deceives consumers.

The latter nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, Kimura-san, it will be for sure! It will be for sure!".

They rushed straight to Watanabe Denki in an aggressive manner, led by a chubby bald man.

"Moxi Moxi, Watanabe-san?" Bai Chuanfeng's tone was extremely enthusiastic.

"Remember, kid! If you don't pay back the money within two months, cut it off! Cut off one piece every month, and then cut off the fingers and toes. Remember?" Kimura patted Issei Watanabe on the head.

Oh, Ota's efficiency is pretty good, much faster than I thought.

As soon as the bald man opened his mouth, his subordinates began to drive people away rudely, pushing and kicking them, and the extras immediately dispersed.

While recalling the plot of the movie in his mind, Shirakawa Kaede wrote furiously.

He glanced at Ota who was nodding and bowing, and immediately waved his hand, "Okay, you have nothing to do here, get out of here."

However, when the words came to his mouth, Bai Chuanfeng pretended to be reserved, "Oh~, your father seems to value the Blackstone record player very much."

To be honest, Shirakawa Kaede has no such worries at all. Kitano Takeshi has tyranny and cruelty deep in his heart. But the rational part of human beings always suppresses them.

"Ding!" The metal trembled, and Kimura's face was filled with ridicule. He patted the face of Issei Watanabe, who was still howling, with his hand. "Hey! It hasn't been cut yet, so there's no need to shout so loudly."

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"Look, this is their record player I bought. It's broken before I've even used it." At some point, Ota had a Blackstone record player with a missing tone arm.

"Don't worry, Shirakawa-san. My father's side is fine, but you still need to come over in person. You see..."

When he saw the crowd gathered at the entrance of Watanabe Denki, he was stunned. "Are these our people?" He turned to ask the younger brother beside him.

"Hai~Hai" Ota bowed and backed away. After a while, he disappeared into the crowd.

There doesn’t need to be many people each time, just three or five people, pretending to be ordinary consumers, come to complain.

But looking at today's situation, it seems that something is not going well with Watanabe Electric. It's better to inform Shirakawa-kun as soon as possible and let him make preparations in advance.

"Shirakawa-san, what do you think of tomorrow?"

Only when facing art, Kitano Takeshi may show them without reservation.

There is no problem for him to write his own story, but not everyone can write a professional script without studying it. It involves the transformation of various scenes, and even contains notes on some shooting equipment.

Someone wanted to stop him midway and ask, but before he could say anything, a Yakuza held him by his collar and pushed him against the wall.

And the kid who was just beaten should also be given an extra pension. Alas, although we are temporary workers, we are a conscientious company.

Kimura turned a deaf ear and came to the desk with cold eyes, holding the dagger tightly.

He took off his wet coat, revealing a small tattoo on his arm. In this damn weather, it felt like he had just taken a bath after being stuffy for a while.

The bald man named Kimura raised his chin towards the person next to him. The two Yakuza came up behind Issei Watanabe, grabbed his arms and shoulders and pushed them down, "snap" Issei Watanabe's

His face came into close contact with his desk.

"Hai"

After hanging up the phone, Bai Chuanfeng fell into deep thought. The other party was so anxious. Did he miss any important information?

He picked up the phone again and prepared to call Ota.

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