Marrying the Paralyzed Young Master

Chapter 143: Chrysanthemum (4)

Seeing Lee Jihan shake her head, Seokho patted her on the shoulder and said, "Brother, we are from the same school. We even slept in the same dorm. So, I have a heavy heart to be honest with you. My brother, to be honest, the things you recorded right now are no longer popular. If it were me, I would stop torturing myself. You should have come to my production team. It's hard enough to find a position there, but given your values and achievements, you can be a hauler." His words seemed to be merciful, but he intended to humiliate Lee Jihan.

When Lee Jihan was at university, she was a student that was favored by the teachers. He was the best student in his class. In the eyes of the girls, he was a talented genius. However, Seokho was the opposite. He was fat, ugly, and his grades were mediocre. He received no attention at all at school.

So why then? He does his job well and makes a lot of money while throwing his personal ego away. Meanwhile, Lee Jihan who cared about the ego of her heart, could only stay in the basement. He banged his head against the wall with his worthless script.

"I want to try again." Lee Jihan smiled bitterly. It was not that he did not feel Seokho's malice. He had heard all sorts of sarcastic comments over the years. So, he was getting used to being rejected by investors. The script he had spent so much effort to write was scorned by people. His old classmate was fine, but he ate instant noodles and could not even afford to rent an underground rented out on the outskirts of the Slum District, just waiting for time before he finally got into it.

Thinking of the phone call from his home a few days ago, Lee Jihan's eyes dimmed. If he still couldn't get the investment this time around, he might actually be glaring. He let out a heavy sigh, that pair of melancholic eyes became even more depressed. "We are classmates. Let me give you some advice, man. Stop, there's no point in making a movie like that. The audience does not care about the moral message, the art, or is it realistic or not? What matters is not how the story is continuous, but rather how the plot the audience wants!"

After a pause, Lee Jihan did not accept, "Seokho, we are both art students. We shouldn't let those crappy movies get on the market. It's destroying the future of the film and television industry!"

"Stop talking about such grand principles!" Seokho's expression changed, and he no longer hid his disgust. He said in a mocking tone, "Lee Jihan, Lee Jihan, you still haven't gotten rid of your old habit of lecturing others apparently. It's hard to believe, if your script is really good, why isn't anyone investing in it? You hate my bad movies, but take a good look! Open those narrow eyes! Look, the market is willing to watch it. The movies I've shot are always in demand. While you?"

He was disdainful and insulting. He patted Lee Jihan's face, who had almost lost self-control. "Have you filmed your movie? Is it active? What's name? Tell me, I'll help you promote it." Lee Jihan smiled bitterly. He could barely afford to buy food for himself. So, how could he start filming now?

"Curtain, stupid me. Wasting my precious time for worthless people. Lee Jihan, do you really think that you have the qualifications to lecture others right now? The world has turned around Lee Jihan, know where you are!" Seokho said arrogantly.

The noble ladies were familiar with Lee Jihan. To ask for investment, he pleaded with people everywhere. He had participated in this tea party many times, as well as elsewhere. Lee Jihan always came with high expectations, but also always came back disappointed.

"Seokho, is this how you are? We are classmates. Why did you have to humiliate me to this extent?" Lee Jihan's face flushed. He gritted his teeth in embarrassment. "Dignores? How can this be called humiliation? Lee Jihan, I only gave these women a warning, and this is a fact you must admit! Besides, look for yourself. Is anyone willing to invest money in you? Even if it's just a dime?Seokho laughed arrogantly.

Aunt Namira Chrysanthemum and the other noble ladies also did not feel anything was wrong. They were all standing at the side in a bright and beautiful manner with polite and arrogant smiles on their faces. Their attitude is cold and distant. They even wore the same smile, as if there were masks painted on their faces.

Lee Jihan felt that the world before her eyes had become absurd and ridiculous. He held tightly to the script he had painstakingly made, and his heart was filled with despair. At this moment, the voice of the young lady suddenly sounded. "Can I see your script? If it's not bad, I'll consider investing in it."

This woman's voice was not loud, but very piercing. His tone was slow and elegant, causing people to subconsciously focus their attention on him.

Lee Jihan, who was already discouraged, suddenly her eyes sparkled. He subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice and saw a beautiful girl with a graceful figure standing not far away. His gaze was slightly relaxed, as if he was not serious at all.

The light in Lee Jihan's eyes gradually dimmed, and her heart felt bitter. However, he still nodded. "Miss, of course you can see it if you want. It's just that my script is an art film coupled with a bit of fantasy. I'm afraid it doesn't suit your taste." He lowered his head and said sadly, "Instead, the investment for a fantasy film that could be accepted by the market was huge because of the shooting scenes and personal needs. I've been trying for a long time, but no one wants to invest in my script on this one."

Even if he was severely short of money, even if he really wanted to make this script into a movie, Lee Jihan could not go against his conscience and deceive a clueless little girl.