"What script?"
"Before Death. I wrote it myself." Mr. Cat cracked his knuckles, a little apprehensive.
He'd written the script himself. He'd been working on it for years and had put a lot of thought into it . He really liked it. He'd been hoping for a chance to film it.
But he kept hitting walls.
He had either met those who didn't know what was good or those who didn't have good intentions.
For example, Wang Mazi whom he had met earlier. He had approached Wang and he had also taken a fancy to his script. But he always wanted to adapt it in his own way before filming. How was that still his Before Death?
This was the reason why—even though he was so down and out—he was still hesitant to sell the book to Wang and make a quick profit.
"Before Death?" Ning Yi was curious.
