Chapter 38 He just took the wrong road

  Thank you to Citroen1992 for the big reward. Maybe this book is not suitable for the market compared to others, maybe it's too slow and there are too few people paying attention, but all the suppression is for the protagonist's explosion. I will stick to my own path, even if I fail, at least I tried my best. I'll update another chapter at 12 midnight tonight.

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  Slowly pushing out the last bit of ** from the syringe, Little Robert was like a fish about to die, suddenly his whole body shook violently, his mouth making unconscious "hissing" sounds, his dull eyes staring blankly at the motionless figure, not daring to believe what he saw before him, the silent Zhou Shaoming.

  He pulled the needle out of his arm, and Robert looked up to see a disappointed Zhou Shaoming standing in front of him. He suddenly let out a miserable laugh, but his stiff facial muscles couldn't fully express it, only making him look like he was about to cry, evoking a heart-wrenching feeling.

  Zhou Shaoming stood in front of him, his heart as cold as if he had arrived at the South Pole, the biting wind giving him a dizzying pain.

  "Hey, buddy, I told you this guy was done for, he's useless!" Gold Tooth Tom sat on his Harley motorcycle, puffing on a cigarette, blowing out a ring of smoke as he gazed disdainfully at Little Robert sitting on the ground like a dead dog. "I told you he'd be back, and although it took him a bit longer than expected, it's exactly what I predicted - he's back! Still just as trashy, still just as useless."

  Zhou Shaoming also sneered and said lightly: "He is not a waste, he is just someone who has taken the wrong path. As long as he turns back, this world will have no one brighter than him. He will be a dazzling star in the night sky, and everyone will feel inferior to him."

  "Oh, really? Haha! This joke is so funny, can trash become a star? Impossible! My friend, he used to be very popular, what's the big deal, this path was chosen by himself! No one forced him!" Gold Tooth Tom showed off his signature gold teeth, holding his belly and laughing loudly, almost unable to stand up straight.

  "No, no matter what, I'll be with him, get him back on the right path, not controlled by drugs. I want him to grasp his own destiny, rather than being defeated by fate!" Zhou Shaoming raised his head, which had been hanging low, and turned to look at Golden Tooth Tom, the determination in his eyes making him involuntarily stop smiling.

  "Fine, you want to do it your way, I don't care, but I bet he'll be back! He's a loser and your attempt to save him will fail too, everything will fail!!!" Gold Tooth Tom seemed to have lost face, suddenly furious, threw away his cigarette and spluttered.

  "This world still has miracles, the key is whether our hearts are prepared for miracles!" Zhou Shaoming bent down, just like last time, pulled up Little Robert's hand, and supported him as they slowly walked away.

  "A miracle?" Gold Tooth Tom stared blankly at the receding backs of Zhou Shaoming and Little Robert, remaining stunned for a while before slowly uttering these two words with a mix of anger and admiration.

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  Little Robert didn't say a word, even when Zhou Shaoming carried him back home and laid him on the sofa. His eyes were dull and lifeless, without any spark of vitality, as if he had made up his mind to die and didn't want to live for another second.

  Christina looked at Little Robert with concern and asked hesitantly: "His condition is not good, I'm worried."

  Zhou Shaoming, who was almost exhausted, glanced at Little Robert and supported his waist, angrily saying: "This smelly guy is so heavy, ah, my waist is almost broken."

  Christina followed Zhou Shaoming's hand and only then discovered that his hand was purple and blue, and she exclaimed and rushed up to grab his hand.

  Good grief, it's not just a bruise, but there are even two rows of deep teeth marks, with flesh and blood all over the place.

  "Oh no! Who bit you? I'll go get some medicine!" Christina exclaimed, quickly fetching gauze and antiseptic to help Zhou Shaoming clean his wound.

  Slowly, with a mixture of pity and anger, Christina wrapped the wounds on Zhou Shaoming's hands with gauze. She glared furiously at Little Robert, who was sitting silently on the sofa, her face twisted in rage as she shouted: "Robert, did you bite him?! Are you even human?! He's your friend, he did this for you so you wouldn't get addicted to drugs again! And you bit him! With your teeth! You're a pervert, a heartless, woman-like freak!"

  Zhou Shaoming saw that what Kristina said was unpleasant and couldn't help but laugh: "It's okay, it's okay, he has his reasons, I won't blame him."

  Little Robert fell on the sofa, his staring eyes suddenly closed, turned over, and faced away from the two people, with tears slowly falling from his eye sockets.

  "Oh, you! Don't have to be like this for him! Let him go die, let him smoke those damn drugs, better off dying on the streets earlier. We've found an actor, one who's as dedicated and professional as Jeremy, so I guess you won't have to worry about him all the time."

  Christina was still fuming, muttering under her breath, thoroughly displeased.

  "Alright, alright, you go upstairs quickly, dear. Go take a bath, tomorrow you'll have more scenes, prepare well and rest well." Zhou Shaoming saw that the more Kristen spoke, the less like herself she became, so he hurriedly found an excuse to send her upstairs.

  "And you?" Kristina asked, raising her face.

  "I'll stay with him for a while." Zhou Shaoming said calmly.

  "Alright." Kristina looked at Zhou Shaoming and then at Robert, who was silent on the sofa, and let out a sigh.

  Christina went upstairs, and the whole room was left with only Zhou Shaoming and Little Robert, with only two people's breathing echoing in the silent space, echoing the same disappointment.

  "Robert, maybe I've asked too much of you. Why don't I find a rehab center for you to completely get rid of your addiction, and then you can come back and film again?" Zhou Shaoming carefully chose his words, knowing that Little Robert's confidence was like the ruins after an atomic bomb, with no signs of life left. He also feared that this guy might lose his mind and do something drastic, like running off to commit suicide, which would be disastrous.

  Defeated by addiction once again, his confidence shattered once more, Little Robert now just wants to die, to die quietly and peacefully, no longer having to face a life without hope, a life with no future.

  "No, no need to, I've said it before, I'm done, I don't want to talk, just let me be quiet for a while" Little Robert's hoarse voice came over, as if he were an ostrich hiding in the sand dunes, heartbroken to death.

  "Oh, then I won't speak either, I'll accompany you, don't worry. There's an old Chinese saying: Heaven doesn't abandon those with a good heart. You won't end up like Tom said, you will have the most beautiful future." Zhou Shaoming, although he was an otaku in his past life, had also heard of big movies like Iron Man and naturally knew that Little Robert would ultimately overcome his addiction and once again reach the pinnacle of world cinema.

  But Zhou Shaoming didn't dare to say it, he wasn't sure if the director system would modify the world program and change the course of history after telling Little Robert what happened next. If his good intentions led the director system to directly sentence Little Robert to death, wouldn't that ruin someone's life?

  Looking at the reluctant and pale Little Robert, Zhou Shaoming was also rubbing his hands anxiously. His movie was striving for perfection not only to satisfy himself but also to compete with the director system. He forced everyone to do their best, even making Jeremy and Tobin re-take scenes multiple times. The film was getting better with each take, but progress had slowed down. It was already mid-May, and the original 18-day schedule had been extended to almost a month. Although the increased costs were not a big deal, the key issue was that "Saw" needed to be released before the end of the year. This main task had given Zhou Shaoming, who usually didn't care about time, a slight sense of crisis.

  On the set, Zhou Shaoming didn't let go of any doubts and wasn't ashamed to ask questions. Without regard for his own face as a big director, he often asked questions after filming, not resting until he understood clearly. His understanding of film also became clearer under the enthusiastic explanations of the professional crew members.

  Naturally, I also know that making a movie isn't just about taking good shots and ending it there.

  There is still post-production, editing, finding a distribution company for release, arranging a schedule, and advertising, there are many things waiting for Director Zhou to do, really can't delay anymore.

  And this damn addiction, what should be done about it?

  It's all because of this stupid director system, it's gotten itself into a whole heap of trouble, damn it! The waters of three rivers wouldn't be enough to wash away the hatred I have for it!