Chapter 08

　　\"You will do anything for money.\"

　　Sometimes Michael wanted to open David\'s chest to see if he had a heart.\"Haven’t you known that for a long time?\" David smiled indifferently.

　　Everyday, it cost ten thousand to keep his grandmother in the hospital. The hospital makes three hundred thousand off of her and she doesn’t even make a sound. Last night, the old lady went into the emergency room again, and Mark Lao had lent him two hundred thousand yuan.

　　\"David, we didn’t have to make an agreement the old-fashioned way. It\'s just that for so many years, you have been the muse in my heart. You’re the reason why I began to think about making movies. I wanted to make movies with you someday.\"

　　\"What I said that day, just act as if I hadn’t said them. I\'ll lend you the money and you can pay it back when you can. As for the movie, I know you don\'t like it. Forget it.\"

　　Seeing Mark pretending not to be sad, though he obviously was, David’s heart suddenly softened.

　　\"I\'ll make the movie. But your script won\'t work. I\'ll talk to you tomorrow night!\"

　　But before David saw the script, Michael came and thought he had come to sell himself again.

　　In recent years, he was not very good at taking criticism, but the person he was really willing to listen to was just Michael. David did not want to say it, and Michael would not believe it if he did.

　　\"Do you have to make that crappy movie?\" Michael asked again.

　　David did not hesitate, \"Yes.\"

　　Sometimes, Michael couldn\'t help wondering if David had any problems, but he didn\'t look like he was hiding anything.

　　\"If I don\'t make any movies, how can I make you money?\"

　　This sentence ignited Michael\'s deep-seated anger, \"Okay, I shouldn’t meddle. Just like your parents, you\'ll stay in the gutter for the rest of your life.\"

　　As soon as Michael said this, the smile on David\'s face froze.

　　But then he slowly opened his eyes and forced himself to smile even wider. Humiliating him like this, whenever Michael felt like it, was getting at his nerves. \"Like father, like son. My old love likes to bring up the past.\"

　　Michael kicked David out of the car with a cold smile, \"You‘re a joke.\"

　　Autumn is filled with warm hues: brown, yellow, and orange everywhere. It is warm to the eyes, but the chill often reminds you of the coming winter.

　　David could see none of the warmth, but felt the cool air on his bare skin. There was an icy chill in his heart. He got up, and started putting on his clothes.

　　Although Michael was an asshole, he had the resources David needed. Mark Lao’s writer was simply not talented enough. David formed a small team of writers.

　　After a week, they were finally able to work out the direction of the plot.

　　After finalizing the plot, the screenwriters went on to make the script. Mark Lao was still choosing actors for the other roles. David had time to spare.

　　He stayed in the hospital almost every day these days, his vision sometimes clear, sometimes fuzzy. He was used to it.

　　One day, David came out of the pantry and saw Michael and Sam Wen walking side by side.

　　Upon seeing him, Sam Wen was like a frightened rabbit, as if David was out to murder him. He grabbed Michael\'s arm and hid behind him. Michael looked at the water bottle in David\'s hand and asked, \"Why are you here?\"

　　David didn\'t know if Michael knew about his grandmother’s hospitalization, but judging from his expression, it looked like he didn’t.

　　\"Mr. Sheng, don\'t you know what you have done to me?\" David said vaguely, \"You threw me outside. I had to come to the hospital, for the injuries you gave me.\"

　　David turned to Sam and taunted him, \"Please take care of Mike for me.\"

　　David\'s words almost disgusted him, but he still waved with a smile on his face, \"Have a nice day, you two!\"

　　Michael\'s face was grave. His cold eyes swept over David\'s face and said, \"Tell me the truth.\"

　　\"Who am I to lie to you?\"

　　He had a broad smile.

　　Michael glared at him, \"You better not be lying.\"