Prologue (optional)

  The capital of Huaxia Country, in a tall building in Yanjing City.

  Wu Xiang sat properly in a luxurious office, facing his old friend and buyer of his manuscripts, Gao Boss. The latter was bending down to read the manuscript, but not very seriously. Soon, Gao Boss lifted his head and started speaking.

  "Xiangzi, can't you add some good stuff in this book?"

  As for the boss's request, Wu Xiang understood it clearly, but he really couldn't write it in, "I said, Brother Gao, don't you think that 'Hand-tearing devils' and whatnot is a bit too much? That stuff is too ridiculous!"

  "What's it to you? Someone's watching, and they're enjoying it, so what?"

  "That plot has been ridiculed countless times, I really don't have the face to write it."

  "You, you, as long as you can make money, isn't that enough? What do you care about the plot being reasonable or not? Are you sympathizing with the little devils? You're a Japanophile!"

  "Hey, Gao Ge, don't you know what kind of person I am? Those little devils from the previous crew, they just had to add a filter in front of the camera when we were filming. I'm so fed up with them! Wu Xiang must show a serious attitude towards this kind of thing."

  The old boss just wanted Wu Xiang to add a bit more, to cater to the taste of ordinary audiences. So he said: "Last time that script, the director himself made some changes. You see how after one change, attention and ratings all went up. Can't you just follow the trend?"

  "Wu Xiang was so helpless, "That director himself revised my work, I didn't scold him and that's already having tolerance. How could I cooperate? Gao Ge, that guy can't even design shots, if it wasn't for me helping out at the time, the camera teacher would have thrown in the towel."

  "Are you done yet? You're really getting on the director's nerves, almost blowing the sponsorship deal we had lined up. Can't you just make things easier for me? This script of yours lacks originality." Boss Gao was getting a headache.

  "What? Still lacking in originality? This time I wrote about a monk resisting Japan, this is already quite impressive, I've prepared everything, from the Big Golden Fist to the Crazy Devil Stick Method, the Dharma Sword Method, all according to your requirements, seeking novelty and change. Wu Xiang felt a bit wronged. "Can't be that I should write about a nun?"

  "You're really hopeless! Not just monks, even nuns have been snapped up by someone!" Old Gao's words were like a wake-up call.

  "What the...?!" Wu Xiang was indignant and thought to himself: "Who is this shameless person?!"

  "I told you to ask Xin Ah before, don't consider people in the religious circle, I've written all that can be written, think about special occupations and so on." Boss Gao also gave Wu Xiang a little hint.

  "Also okay." Wu Xiang heard this and thought to himself, if they can even film a nun, then...then I'll write "The Republic of China's Fallen Woman".

  Unexpectedly, the old boss immediately said: "No, absolutely not, the great director has already filmed it, have you forgotten?"

  "Right!" Wu Xiang secretly cursed himself, how could he have forgotten?

  "Where is the doctor?"

  "It's no good, can only assist, choosing such a profession doesn't have the thrill of charging forward and killing!"

  Pickpocket?

  "Not good, no leadership skills and no sense of substitution."

  "Uh..."

  Wu Xiang consecutively mentioned many professions, but the old boss kept rejecting them. However, Wu Xiang finally came up with one that seemed like nobody had written about before, and this profession even had a bit of a martial arts flair to it: "Beggar! Let's write about the Beggar Clan, this is great!"

  "Ah, seems not bad." Old Gao nodded in agreement, but immediately followed up with a sentence that almost made Wu Xiang spit blood: "But how come I feel like this beggar gang is kinda similar to the Eighth Route Army? Has anyone ever said that before?"

  Wu Xiang heard it at the time and was already sweating profusely. This won't work either? It's getting difficult, right! Got it!

  "What's with the aliens?" This idea is great!

  But as a result, the old boss immediately became unhappy and angrily said: "Do I still have to let him be in charge?!"

  Wu Xiang was sweating at this time, and it's not easy to write a good script for a TV series these days...

  After talking for half a day, both sides temporarily failed to reach an agreement. Wu Xiang had no choice but to go back and think again. There was nothing he could do, after all, the other side was the investor.

  But little did he know, as he walked to an intersection, with a creaking sound, Wu Xiang fell into a pool of blood...