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Chapter 87 Director Jiang, You Know Marketing

The third scene, morning - the male protagonist's room [girlfriend abandons the male protagonist]

The male protagonist had his head pressed on a pillow printed with a piano keyboard, and he was bedridden for weeks.

The shadow of failure lingered, entangled him, tortured his cheeks and made them hollow. He turned to the other side, but the other side was also empty.

On the bedside table, there were bottles of tranquilizers scattered around (emphasized, overdose), and the alarm clock pointed to six in the morning.

His girlfriend walked past his wide, glazed eyes and she left him.

The door slammed. The protagonist's pupils grew larger and larger, gradually filling the entire screen.

Male protagonist: I barely survived. I became a piano tuner.

The fourth scene is during the day - the tea restaurant [a conversation between the male protagonist and the fat boss]

Plates of various cream cakes were arranged on a beautiful white embroidered tablecloth, including chocolate, red fruit and lemon.

The male protagonist and his manager, Fatty, sat at the dining table, and he ate cake alone. Even though they were already inside, the male protagonist was still wearing sunglasses, and Fatty, who was wearing a suit, watched the male protagonist wolfing down his food with disgust and jealousy.

Fatty: Why have the orders on your [notebook] doubled recently?
Male protagonist: I am blind. You don’t know what a huge advantage this is, especially in the field of sound engineer.

An indescribable smile appeared on the male protagonist's face.

"Fatty, when you are blind, you will see many things that normal people will never see. Haha, restricted!"

"Ahem, you are such a bad guy."

The male protagonist put down the cake in his hand.
Tell a story: Emperor Shah Jahan of the Mogao Dynasty was in great pain after his wife died.

He ordered a summons for the greatest architect of the time.

The architect Jian came to him, and then the emperor asked him: "Are you married?"

"Yes, my lord."

“Do you love your wife?”

“Of course, my Lord.

She is my life and I love her more than anything else."

"Very well, then I will order her death.

"That way you will feel the same pain that I do, and then you can build the most beautiful and luxurious mausoleum in the world for my wife."

The emperor ordered the death of the architect's wife, who built the Taj Mahal.

Fatty: You're really talented, bastard.

Male protagonist: So I decided to become a blind person.

The man took off his sunglasses. Part of his eyes had faded to the color of a blind person.

Fatty: How did you do this?
Male lead: Contact lenses. I had them custom made. I have a new customer who needs a tune-up this afternoon.

Fatty: "I promise, if the client finds out that you are a fake blind man, you will be beaten to death, you liar."

The last scene - the client's home

The man pressed the doorbell, but no one answered.

The man pressed the doorbell again, but there was still no response.

He took out his [daily planner] from his bag, checked the client's name, and made sure the appointment time matched the time he rang the doorbell.

Suddenly, he heard a sound coming from the room. He hurriedly put on his glasses and stuffed the notebook into his coat pocket. A woman's panicked and uneasy voice came from behind the door.

Woman's voice: Who?
Male protagonist: I’m a tuner, ma’am.

Woman's voice: My husband is not at home, please come back another day.

Male protagonist: Madam, I don’t need your husband to be present to tune the piano.

Woman’s voice: It doesn’t matter, just go ahead and I’ll pay you.

Male protagonist: Madam, this is not a problem. I am blind and it is not easy for me to come to your house. You and your husband did not cancel this visit. What I feel uncomfortable about is that it should not be difficult for you to open the door and explain to me.

The man waited for a few seconds. He rang the doorbell again, longer than last time. Behind him, the neighbor's door opened. From behind the slightly opened door, an old lady's face appeared, alert to the movement outside the door.

After a while, when the male protagonist was about to turn around and go downstairs, the door finally opened. The woman with the nail gun in the first scene stood in front of him.

Woman: I'm sorry, my husband didn't tell me that someone was coming to tune the instrument.

Male protagonist: Ahaha, it's okay. The woman stood in the half-open door frame, carefully looking at the male protagonist until she was sure that he was indeed blind. She moved aside to make way for him with satisfaction, while looking over the male protagonist's shoulder. The old lady dispelled her doubts and closed the door.

Woman: Come on, come in.

The hero walks into the house, where part of the hall is under construction: tarpaulins, brushes, various cans.

Male Lead: Where is the piano?
Woman: I'll take you there, go this way and turn left.

The woman stays behind, closing the door with her key, and the hero walks into the room from the first scene, instantly disappearing into semi-darkness.

He vaguely saw the shape of a piano, and walked straight towards it reflexively.

Woman: No, be careful!
The hero slipped and fell on a puddle of sticky liquid. He let out a scream of disgust and caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the couch in the first scene, slumped in a puddle of sticky blood with several thick nails piercing the man's temple. The body had been dragged all the way to the couch, leaving a wide bloodstain on the marble floor.

Male protagonist: What is this? ! What is this? !

Woman: Be careful! Give me your hand! This way! I didn't expect you to go this way. We were renovating and I...I knocked over a can of...a can of paint. You...you now understand why I didn't want you to come in! (The hero's heart is pounding.) Okay, okay, it's nothing. I'm really sorry. Hold on, please sit down.

The male protagonist was out of breath and his heart was in his throat.

He sat on the piano stool, trying hard not to look in the direction of the corpse.

Male protagonist (voiceover): Fuck you, his forehead is full of holes! Does she have a gun? Does she have a gun, I'm so fucking stupid!
Woman: ...did you hear me? Your clothes!

Male lead: (panicked) Ah, what, sorry?
Woman: You can't stay like this. Give me your clothes. I'll give you my husband's shirt and trousers. As for your clothes, I'll wash them while you work.

Male lead: What? Yes... yes, that's great, you are so considerate, thank you.

Male protagonist (voiceover): I have to run. If I don’t run, I will definitely be beaten to death by this crazy woman! How can I run in my underwear? If I run outside, people will laugh at me! You are still making a fool of yourself at this time. Why can’t I stand up! Calm down, my legs are weak.

Woman: Calm down, I'll turn around and I won't look at you.

But although the woman said this, she just stood there and didn't walk away. She just stared at the hero.

The male protagonist, sitting still, under the threat of the woman's gaze, slowly and fearfully took off his clothes and fell into an embarrassing situation.

He forced himself to continue playing the role of the blind man. The woman took his clothes and walked away.

The male protagonist was still sitting there, feeling uneasy. From the moment he entered the door all the way to the laundry room, he could not get rid of the shadow of the woman.

The male protagonist tuned the piano and played the chords regularly. He weighed one of the keys in his hand, but wouldn't it be ridiculous to use it as a weapon? If a woman had a weapon that could fire.

Male protagonist (voiceover): She helped me wash clothes and left me. I'm blind, she has no reason to suspect that I know anything. Calm down, she has no suspicion, enough, you are just like a fool. You just acted very naturally, you really deserve a damn Oscar.

The man glanced at the corpse on the sofa with its eyes open, as if looking at him.

Male protagonist (voiceover): Who is the guy on the sofa? Is he her man? Did she say that she would bring her husband's clothes to me? Why hasn't she brought her husband's clothes back yet...?!

You calm down. She's washing your clothes, isn't that thoughtful? You put your clothes back on, you tune up the piano for her and leave.... I wish she'd thought to empty those pockets... my diary, asshole! I put it in my pocket. Why would I need a notebook if I'm blind!? It's over, it's over.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Male protagonist (voiceover): She's back. She brought clothes, didn't she? Why didn't I hear the sound of the washing machine? Is their house so big? I feel it, there, she's getting closer. You can't turn around! You're blind, you have no reason to turn around. Say something to her. Oh, ask her about the clothes. Or about the sound quality of the piano. Say something, say something quickly, damn it!!!
The man began to play the first movement of a Mozart sonata. The woman held the nail gun in her hand, and stopped a few centimeters from the back of the man's neck. She did not finish the action.

The man's corpse gazed at the scene.

Male protagonist (voiceover): I am blind, I can't possibly know who is doing what behind my back.
I had no way of knowing that she had a nail gun aimed at the nape of my neck.

Since I know nothing, I should relax, I should keep playing, she hasn't moved since I started playing, she can't kill me while I'm playing, she can't kill me while I'm playing.
The piano music continues and the picture fades to black.

Jiang Hanwen took a photo of the draft of the script with his mobile phone and sent it to the old manager of Steinway Piano.

The other party read the script and called back quickly.

"Director Jiang, your script is well written. But is our advertising fee only worth a few shots? Also, I really want to know whether this sound engineer is dead or not?"

The old man was obviously not satisfied with the piano element in the script, but he was very interested in the ending of the story at the end of the script.

This is a completely open ending with all kinds of clues, which is enough to make you think.

"No, no, no, God, bah, manager, think about it, if a smart and wise person like you can't guess the ending of the story, then after this movie is made, there will definitely be a lot of people who want to know the ending."

"And then?" the old man asked puzzledly.

"First, we will stream the video on a certain website, and then organize a prize-winning guessing contest in the name of Steinway piano. The prize for providing enough clues and guessing the outcome is 100 million yuan."

Jiang Hanwen chuckled: "Finally, live broadcast and online betting will definitely attract a lot of attention."

The old man had obviously never seen such a game before, and was silent for a few seconds:

"Director Jiang, you understand marketing."

(End of this chapter)