"Can you talk?"

A somewhat cluttered office was filled with all kinds of movie posters, a small low table, a contract, and stacks of banknotes, totaling 300,000.

Beckinsale was dressed in a gray female professional work suit, looking a little angry at the innocent and sweet little girl in front of her, there are several movie posters for this little girl.

In the past few years, the entertainment industry has grown exponentially, and the place where Beckinsale is located is the film and television district, and the whole district is lined with various styles of buildings and streets, all for movies and TV series.

The actress in front of her was brought up by Beckinsale from the stage theater of a restaurant on the ground floor, and in just one year, this innocent and lovely girl has achieved a small success, but most of the movies she participated in are low-budget movies and have gained a certain box office, and now Beckinsale is a filmmaker and entertainment company owner.

"You are the third promising girl to leave here, the first two girls, who have now retired from showbiz, just over a year."

Beckinsale said, but at this moment the girl turned and opened the door to the office, and the noise outside came in, two bodyguards of the men in black and a man with a contemptuous demeanor.

Beckinsale glanced at the 300,000 liquidated damages on the table, took a pocket, took 100,000 yuan from it, walked out quickly, and handed it to the girl.

"Take care!"

The girl wiped her tears gratefully, bowed solemnly to Beckinsale, and then was dragged away by the man.

Beckinsale, who was standing at the door, smiled helplessly, took out a cigarette and lit it, and spit out a puff of smoke, there are too many girls who want to become famous here on this film and television street, but many have fallen before they become famous.

The streets are full of well-dressed people, and most of the young rich children will come to the film and television area to have fun in the New Year, Beckinsale sighed, and there was an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Although there was an entertainment association, everything was so chaotic, and at this time, several young people who were talking and laughing came over.

"Miss, would you like a drink tonight?"

Beckinsale looked at a few guys who looked like dogs and said with a sneer.

"Go home and get your mom to drink."

Directly slammed the door as she spoke, she leaned against the frosted glass door, tilted her head, and looked at the rising smoke, Beckinsale appealed to the film association several times, hoping to plan industry preparations, so as to put an end to some private money transactions, but the association ignored it, she could imagine what the little actor who left from here would be like tonight, he should have been favored by a certain boss, so he spent a lot of money, paid liquidated damages, and then asked her to terminate the labor contract with herself.

The entertainment industry is becoming more and more like a large luxury market, and some peripheral investors and businessmen are also happy to enter and engage in this game of dogs and horses, for them, it is just a game, but it will only destroy the entire industry.

Beckinsale frowned as there was a knock on the door, and a handsome young man walked in and bowed.

"Miss Beckinsale, can we have a meal together?"

The man standing in the doorway was a young man named Lanny, a young prop maker on a movie prop making team with whom Beckinsale had worked with several times.

"Could you please take a moment, Miss Beckinsale?"

Lenny said and took out his mobile phone from his briefcase, and then passed a document to Beckinsale, who clicked on it and saw that it was, "The Man Who Looks at the Wind", signed by Xingyuan.

After a few casual glances, Beckinsale laughed.

"It's a boring beginning, and the structure of the text is also problematic."

Lanny smiled and nodded.

"But I think this young man has a lot of potential, you can watch it when you have time, and I think this story should be a good adaptation."

After Lenny left, Beckinsale began to pack up his office.

When he was free, Beckinsale clicked on what this person named Xingyuan wrote, and the beginning was not as unbearable as he just said, just a little stiff, but he continued to read and found that he was soon sucked into this story, just a tens of thousands of words that had not yet been written, and Beckinsale smiled after reading it.

Although the penmanship seems a little immature, there is a sense of impulse to try, as well as some expectations for the follow-up story, and in the middle, the words fate, shackles, and breakthrough, hope and so on are used many times, and the story is very tense at the point of these words.

At this time, a siren sounded outside the house, and Beckinsale pushed the door open, and a car from the management office stopped, and seven administrators got out of the car and headed for a small Victorian building next to him.

A moment later a doctor and a nurse arrived, surrounded by a crowd of people, and several young men who had lost their souls were brought down, one of whom argued that it had nothing to do with him.

After a while, on a stretcher, carrying a woman foaming at the mouth and gray eyes, Beckinsale knew her, she was a small actor nearby, onlookers were holding mobile phones, and some media reporters also heard the news, the cause of death was shock sudden cardiac death caused by an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs.

Before, Beckinsale thought that this girl was sick, because it was next door, she would talk to her from time to time, she was with a very naïve little girl, always fantasizing about being able to become famous overnight, Beckinsale took out a cigarette, at this time several reporters came over, interviewed Beckinsale.

"Excuse me, miss, do you feel ........ if you live here?"

"A ball of shit!"

Beckinsale angrily gestured his middle finger to the camera, turned around and entered the house, the environment is getting worse and worse, such things will only get more and more in the future, and the group of managers outside the house are not qualified to manage the city at all.

The cage is reserved for those who are in chains, and only the unyielding can break through the obstacles of fate and reap hope.

Beckinsale looked at the poster on the wall, and for a moment she kicked the table in annoyance, and a stack of banknotes spilled on the ground, she walked quickly around the wall and ripped off the poster directly.

"No, I'm really not suitable for this business, so I might as well change careers and open a restaurant here."

.......

"I'm really sorry, uncle, I really ......."

Wang Ying lowered his head, in a black car, Wang Degui smiled and shook his head, he and his niece are only 8 years old, they have often played together since childhood, and the relationship between uncle and nephew is very good.

"Xiaoying, it's okay, be strong, notify me of anything at any time."

Wang Ying is dressed in pitch black with white flowers on her chest, and behind her is a detached house with a front and back yard, which is located in a district near the south of the middle floor, and today is the funeral of Wang Ying's father.

Wang Ying's father is the second eldest in Wang Degui's generation, Wang Degui is the younger brother of Wang Ying's father, and the youngest in this generation, he has no rights in the family, Wang Ying's father lost in the process of competing with several other brothers and sisters, and was directly driven down, and the housing investment in the west suffered serious losses, causing Wang Ying's father to finally become exhausted and have been ill for several years.

And if Wang Degui hadn't taken over the construction of the Phoebus family's manor a few years ago, he would not have any rights at home now, he has basically been marginalized, and the infighting has become more and more serious.

Wang Ying bowed, Wang Degui smiled and pressed the car window, Wang Ying held a bag of money in her hand, life was almost impossible to sustain, the house behind her that was used to hold her father's funeral will change hands tomorrow, and there are still many creditors of their family waiting outside.

Wang Ying begged them hard to let her father finish the funeral, and finally they agreed, and another year passed, Wang Ying quietly stared at some of her father's friends who kept coming out, all with an emotional look.

Wang Ying turned around and walked over, took a bag of money to the creditor on the side, and after he took it, he nodded after a while.

"Then sell the house, and the money you owe us will be paid off."

Wang Ying quietly walked into the room, the mourning hall had begun to be demolished, the elderly mother was sitting in a wheelchair, crying silently, Wang Ying's eyes were a little confused looking at the furniture that was constantly being moved.

Grandpa's sudden death, before the specific matters of the Wang family were divided, the Wang family began to mess up, all of which Wang Ying noticed since he was a child, since he was very young, he often saw several of his uncles quarreling endlessly, and every time the uncle went to stop it, and then took her away.

Wang Ying walked to a large bag of luggage, took her father's urn, put it in the backpack, and pushed her mother to leave the home where she had lived for less than 5 years, and she had no money on her, she didn't talk to her uncle, who had already helped her pay off all the arrears, and she also knew her uncle's difficulties, and she was afraid that she would be blamed when she went back.

In the two years after graduating from school, it was the most painful two years in Wang Ying's life, although her father was driven to the middle level, he still relied on the only funds to invest in the medical industry, but it failed, because a lower-level doctor, the drug researched, because of a bad robbery, the research data was destroyed, and the doctor's family died.

Fate makes people!

This is what her father said before he died, Wang Ying only knew the meaning of this sentence at this moment, she didn't know where to go, her mother was not in good health, and the upper echelons couldn't go back, she was the smartest in the entire Wang family from a very young age, only Wang Degui and her could talk a lot, and the rest of the family didn't treat her very well.

"What a bad life!"

Wang Ying smiled helplessly, pushing her mother to continue walking on the street, today is obviously the beginning of the new year, but this may be the worst New Year she has ever had.

Recalling that morning two years ago, Wang Ying held her mobile phone and looked at the familiar names, but she didn't call anyone, only Pullman, who could be seen on the news from time to time, and the others were silent.

"Go find your uncle Xiaoying!"

Mother said with a distressed expression, Wang Ying shook her head, the only place in her memory that she could spend the night was the station.

"Mom, I'll find a temporary job later, no problem, I have a good head, I already owe so much to my uncle, if I continue to trouble him, it's not good, I'm not that thick-skinned."

........

Located at the door of an elementary school in the south of the ground floor, Chris's tall figure is very short at this time, he lowered his head, and in front of him, the people of the education committee have just finished inspecting the school's facilities, because they do not meet the regulations, the school must be closed, and only after the regulations are met, can they continue to teach.

The scale of the school is very large, nearly 600 students, 12 teachers, Chris as the principal, has already said that this is a public welfare school, just want to let more children at the bottom have the opportunity to receive education.

"Rules are rules, Principal Chris, please get these things right."

"Can you give some money........

Before Chris could finish speaking, several people got into the car, and one of them scoffed.

"You go and figure it out yourself, what school do you open if you don't have money?"

Chris's tall figure curled up at the door of the school a little bit, with one hand on his head, sobbing silently, many teachers behind him just stood quietly behind him at this time, because no one could do anything, and he had talked to many local businessmen, but no one was willing to contribute, thinking that Chris was wasting time.

The parents of the students have also come to the school, and Chris also said that he hopes that the parents can donate a sum of money to the school, but in the end there are very few, and even some parents complain that they have said that they would not charge high education fees, but now they have changed their minds.

The educational environment is very poor, the quality of education is very low, this is the status quo of some schools at the bottom, there are already many people who are full of ambition, those who run schools, eventually go back, and even more in the name of education to collect money, the tax revenue used for education in the region, finally through the operation of these people, into their own pockets and the pockets of local administrators.

Chris can't resist anymore, in the past two years, he has been too tired, and the annual education fund is only a pitiful 50,000 yuan, some of which has been taken away under other names.

"Headmaster, why don't we go to the upper echelons and figure out a way?"

A female teacher said, Chris stood up, sucking his nose, he had to find a way, the school lacked funds, Chris took out the phone, looked at the names of his classmates on the phone with some trembling, turned around and walked quickly, although it was a shame, but he had to raise funds within a month, otherwise he would not be able to face the students returning to school.

One phone call after another, Chris whispered to his former classmates, begging for funds, but the answers he received made him feel ashamed.

"Yes, I can give you up to 100,000, sorry Chris, I have a group of lawyers trained here now, I ........"

"Thank you Pullman!"

Chris said excitedly, and Pullman sighed.

"100,000 won't solve anything at all, you have to understand why your school will be banned, because the three-year review period is coming soon, and the local tax revenue for education needs to be fairly distributed to the students in the area, and in these two years, you have so many students, even if you can raise more money, they will not continue to let you run the school."

Chris kept his head down, he already knew.

"It's going to be more and more obvious, class!"

"This is not an established fact that we can change now, Chris, I hope you can think clearly, differential treatment is like this, since education is something that can change a person's destiny, it can't be cheap, cheap education, it will only make the quality of education lower, stop being stubborn, Chris, go back to the top, go back to your home."

Chris looked at the black mud under his feet in despair, and everything in his ears began to fade away, but at this time, Chris's mind was one picture after another of the daily life in school.

"It is true that education cannot be cheap, but basic education must be cheap, if no one does these things, the people at the bottom will never have the opportunity to come into contact with the middle and upper class society, I am not a pure idealist, Pullman you should know, and you are the same, the simplest addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, literacy, and understanding certain things in society, this is only basic education, if there is no one to lay this foundation......."

"I'm sorry Chris, I'm not trying to point you at it, give me your card number and I'll send the money directly to your account, I hope you go well."

Chris nodded.

"So are you."

Pullman, who hung up the phone, stared silently at the crowd of people in front of him, and on his desk was a case commission from the Bar Association, an ambiguous case.

"Attorney Pullman, I hope you can think it through."

"If I do this kind of thing, I'm ........ as a lawyer."

Several members of the Bar Association stood up and laughed.

"Think about Pullman, as long as this case meets our expectations for you, you can soon be in the Cabinet of the Bar Association!"

Pullman bowed deeply and watched several people leave, he knew very well what the Bar Association meant, the client of this case was an ordinary person with no power and power, but he had decisive evidence in his hands, and the defendant was the son of a family.

When the facts and evidence were clear, the man did not ask for a settlement and insisted on suing the child of the family who had violated his wife.

Once it gets into trouble in the Law Department, if it turns into a social incident, it will cause great damage to the reputation of the family, and the compensation has exceeded the amount of the punitive penalty imposed by the Law Department, but the man insists on not wanting this compensation, and wants to go through the Law Office, and the man wants to take revenge on the other party.

And in the hands of the man, he also holds the decisive evidence, which has been determined by the firm organization of a large company, and even the people in the management office do not know, and the bar association itself has to do is to become the lawyer of this man, because the man does not trust most of the lawyers from the bar association.

Pullman naturally knows what to do, as long as he knows the so-called decisive evidence in the hands of the man, the bar association naturally has many ways to defeat the man in the Hall of Law.

The Bar Association offered a price of 1 million and put Pullman in the Bar Association's cabinet.

Selling his soul for money and power, or not getting involved, pullman was hesitating, he had clearly understood one thing for so many years, to collide with money and power was to hit a stone with an egg.

However, Pullman wavered, perhaps knowing that when the Cabinet of the Bar Association threw an olive branch, he decided that if he wanted to climb up, he had to pay a price, even if it was a price of conscience, because if he could not climb up, he could not do anything.

Pullman picked up the phone, and a moment later, there was a grim laugh on the phone.

"Very well, Pullman, it's up to you."

"Ahh I know. ”

Pullman's eyes were cold, and after a while, he tilted his head and dialed the client's number.

"Hello, Mr. Ran Zhi, I'm a lawyer at Golden Court Law Firm, Pullman!"