Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 293 Director: We can change it! Change it to a handshake!

Director Martin, his hands trembling, picked up the script that Lin Zhou had so utterly despised from the table.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, a physiological reaction to the dual oppression of capital and threats, yet the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He deftly pulled out a Montblanc gold pen, disregarding any directorial elegance, and began frantically scribbling and rearranging on the restaurant's expensive napkins.

"Mr. Lin, look here!"

Martin pushed the napkin in front of Lin Zhou with extreme eagerness. Due to excessive excitement, his voice even sounded somewhat eerily sharp.

"All those romantic scenes that you considered 'impure,' I've deleted them all, not a single character left!"

He pointed to the original scene of a passionate kiss in the pouring rain.

"Here! Let's change it to a handshake! Or we could simply change it to the female lead holding an umbrella with one hand, while the male lead hands her a top-secret intelligence document in the rain!"

"This restrained sense of detachment, this cold, hard aesthetic of dancing on the edge of a knife, is a million times more sophisticated than that vulgar exchange of words!"

As director Martin spoke, he became more and more fluent. His brain, corrupted by alcohol and the world of fame and fortune, suddenly burst forth with unprecedented artistic inspiration under this extremely strong will to survive.

Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, his eyes still carrying an extremely irritating and critical look.

He turned slightly to the side and very naturally stuffed the peeled orange into Su Qingge's mouth before turning his head and casually glancing at the napkin.

The original, sticky, transnational romance film was completely transformed under Martin Scorsese's extremely frenzied revisions.

It began to rapidly accelerate towards becoming a grand-scale, action-packed epic featuring a strong female lead, filled with ruthlessness and carnage.

"shake hands?"

Lin Zhou repeated the two words softly, a playful smile curving his lips.

Su Qingge swallowed the sweet orange and tugged at Lin Zhou's sleeve with a hint of helplessness.

"This is already the biggest concession the director could make. You can't expect the male lead to wear a mask the entire time, can you?"

Lin Zhou sneered and swiftly slapped away Director Martin's fat hand, which was trying to make script gestures.

"A handshake that lasts too long is also not good."

Lin Zhou's tone was extremely arrogant, carrying an unquestionable domineering air.

"Three seconds, that's my bottom line."

"If it lasts more than three seconds, I'll assume that the actor is taking advantage of my wife. Bloodhound's gun doesn't have eyes then."

Director Martin froze, his face, etched with exhaustion, twitching violently.

Three seconds?

In the length of a movie, three seconds isn't even enough time for a close-up shot.

"Mr. Lin, this...this is very difficult to handle in terms of storyboarding. The development of emotions requires time to build up..."

That's your problem, not mine.

Lin Zhou spread his hands with extreme elegance, his eyes flashing with a certain determined glint.

"I invested 300 million US dollars in you, not to listen to you complain about how difficult post-production editing is."

"What I want is absolute cleanliness; even shadows are not allowed to overlap for too long."

Director Martin stared at Lin Zhou, then glanced at Su Qingge, who was breathtakingly beautiful, standing beside him.

At this moment, the allure of capital completely overwhelmed his last shred of artistic integrity as an Oscar-winning director.

If he was driven by fear before, now, after seeing Lin Zhou's extremely arrogant demeanor, he has completely fallen into a kind of creative madness.

"Okay! We'll change it! We'll do it your way!"

Director Martin slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes revealing an extremely twisted fanaticism.

"No handshakes! We're switching to a tactical handover!"

"The female protagonist catches a magazine thrown at her by the enemy amidst a hail of bullets; the minuscule brush of their fingertips—that kind of romance brimming with the tension of gunpowder!"

"Mr. Lin, I guarantee this will be the most hardcore 'action love letter' in film history!"

He forcefully poked a large red circle into the napkin covered in writing.

Su Qingge sat beside her, watching this extremely absurd transaction, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Lin Zhou, you've really driven that famous director crazy."

Lin Zhou laughed heartily, then wrapped his arm around Su Qingge's slender waist and gave her a loud kiss on her already slightly flushed face.

"It's better if they're crazy. Only the things that crazy people shoot have that kind of reckless beauty."

His gaze swept over the fleeting red dot in the distance, and his tone became extremely cold.

"Uncle Chen, now that the director has been so cooperative, it's time to wrap up our acquisition."

"Martin, I want to see your new team at the biggest studio in Los Angeles tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

"As for the script..."

Lin Zhou pointed to the scraps of paper, his eyes flashing with an extremely dangerous aggression.

"As long as my wife is happy, even if you make a terrible movie that she single-handedly annihilates the entire Hollywood, I can still make it win every award."

Director Martin nodded frantically, muttering nervously as he walked out.

"Yes... a strong female lead... an absolute sense of power... who doesn't need any man's salvation..."

His extremely frenzied figure disappeared at the end of the manor's extremely luxurious corridor.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Su Qingge rubbed her temples with a headache.

"Are you really planning to spend a week with him in the studio?"

Lin Zhou turned his head and, with extreme malice, bit Su Qingge's earlobe.

"Of course not, a film studio is where movies are shot."

"But here..."

Lin Zhou pointed to the tranquil night scene around him, his voice extremely low.

"We have something even more important to 'practice'."

Before Su Qingge could retaliate in shame and anger, Lin Zhou picked her up in a domineering manner.

"Lin Zhou! Nuonuo isn't asleep yet!"

"Old Chen has already taken her to the back garden to see the fireflies, we have plenty of time."

Lin Zhou kicked open the extremely heavy wooden bedroom door, turned his head, and snorted coldly at the air.

"System, if you dare to send me any more stamina potions now, I'll format you."

The system is frozen; I dare not move it.

Inside the bedroom, the scent of perfume brought from Paris seemed to linger, mixed with the intensely hot California sunshine.

"Lin Zhou, this isn't filming, you're trying to trap me on set!"

"I just want to keep you by my side for the rest of my life."

Lin Zhou placed her on the soft bed, his eyes surprisingly dark.

Martin said he'll start filming at nine tomorrow, but before that...

"You are my leading lady, the only one, absolutely."

Just as their breaths mingled, an extremely faint cracking sound suddenly came from outside the window.

Lin Zhou stopped moving, tilted his head, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"Honey, it seems some people can't even wait until tonight."

Su Qingge felt the large hand around her waist tighten. She looked at Lin Zhou's face, which instantly transformed back into that of a killing god.

"Those red dots again?"

Lin Zhou patted her shoulder very gently, stood up, and casually pulled a dark, cold blade from under the bed.

"It's okay, I'll be right back."

Martin said he wanted that "extremely subtle touch" sensation.

"I'll go and demonstrate to these reckless fools what real 'tactical engagement' really means."

Lin Zhou walked to the edge of the balcony, and like an extremely black lightning bolt, he leaped directly into a pitch-black jungle.

"Martin, is the camera on?"