RPAGF Chapter 15 Hackers and Keyboards
Chapter 15 Hackers and Keyboards
The next afternoon, Su Yu and Cai Xiubin went to that coffee shop together.
Lee Young-eun arrived earlier than them. She was still wearing a plaid shirt and glasses, with a laptop and an iced Americano in front of her. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Cai Xiubin following behind Su Yu.
"This is?"
"The company's artists." Su Yu pulled out a chair and sat down with an air of authority.
Lee Young-eun pushed up her glasses, her gaze sweeping over Chae Soo-bin's face: "What have you acted in?"
"She hasn't acted in anything yet," Su Yu said, deflecting her question.
Lee Young-eun didn't press further. She swiped her finger across the touchpad and turned the screen towards Su Yu. "I've read the outline. I expanded on the first eight episodes based on your framework."
Su Yu leaned closer. The screen didn't display a densely packed script format, but rather episode summaries.
Episode 1: Taxi driver Kim Do-ki. A retired soldier, taciturn, his mother died in a series of murders, the killer escaping justice due to legal loopholes. He disappears for years, reappearing behind the steering wheel, his eyes colder than a knife.
Episode 2, Hacker An Go-eun. Short hair, hoodie, fingers flying across the keyboard. Her sister committed suicide after being secretly filmed, so she hacked into the entire internet, determined to expose the evil spirits hiding behind their screens.
Episode 3, Convergence. An elderly man is swindled out of his savings, and the police are helpless. Kim Do-ki's car and Ahn Go-eun's network wipe out the swindler's account without firing a single shot.
……
Episode 8: The team is formed.
Su Yu flipped to the last page and pushed the laptop back. "You're on the right track. Continue writing the next eight episodes."
"You didn't look closely?" Lee Young-eun asked, somewhat surprised. "You didn't even pay attention to the rhythm or the lines?"
"No need. Just stuff the skeleton I gave you with meat."
Lee Young-eun stared at him for a few seconds, then picked up her lukewarm iced Americano and took a sip. "You know, I barely touched that outline you wrote? I didn't even know where to put the punctuation marks."
"I know." Su Yu leaned back in his chair, relaxed. "So having you change it would be a waste of your time."
What makes you so certain?
"Because by the time I wanted to, the footage had already been edited."
Lee Young-eun put down her cup, closed her laptop with a crisp "snap." "You've really never done this before?"
"without."
"Where do the images in your mind come from?"
"If you watch a lot of films, you'll naturally get them."
Lee Young-eun packed her bag and stood up. "Okay, give me the synopsis for the next eight episodes next week?"
"next week."
"Then I'll wait for you." She walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Su Yu, and her eyes held a different look. "You're the first producer to give me an outline. Before, I had to write a script and beg and plead to submit it everywhere, but nobody paid any attention. You gave me the skeleton first, and then I filled in the flesh. That's quite novel."
The door was pushed open, the wind chimes rang once, and she left.
Cai Xiubin hadn't said a word since earlier. She stared at the swaying door, then turned to look at Su Yu with a hint of inquiry in her eyes.
"How did you portray me?"
"hacker."
"Cool, isn't it?"
"Cool. He sits in front of the computer all day typing away, doesn't talk much, but he types in places that no one else can access."
"Isn't that me?" Cai Xiubin's lips curled up slightly, a sly glint in his eyes.
"So you don't need to act, you can just stand there."
Are you praising me or insulting me?
"I'm praising you." Su Yu looked at her. "I'm praising you for being quiet, which saves on film."
Cai Xiubin picked up the half-finished iced Americano from the table, twirled her fingertip along the inside of the glass, and pushed it towards him. "Do you want some?"
Su Yu glanced at the faint pink lipstick mark on the rim of the glass, then looked at her. "How am I supposed to drink with your lipstick on there?"
"Then don't drink it." She took the cup back, tilted her head back and took a big gulp. When she put it down, she deliberately turned the cup so that the lipstick mark was facing Su Yu.
Su Yu couldn't help but chuckle. "Deliberately?"
"You're blaming me for not drinking it yourself?" She couldn't suppress the smirk on her face.
"Su Yu".
"Um?"
"Does that hacker have a name?"
"Angoun".
"Angoen," she repeated, pressing the tip of her tongue against her palate as if savoring the sound. "It sounds nice. Who named it?"
"I."
"Your naming skills are far superior to your interior design skills." Cai Xiubin pointed disdainfully into the air. "Look at the linoleum flooring in our company, it's peeling up like crazy, it almost tripped me."
"Then go and put it up."
"I reapplied it, but it peeled up again. This means it's not my problem, it's the linoleum."
"Okay, the issue is the linoleum flooring. Is that a matter of my taste?"
"It's a problem with your aesthetic sense."
Su Yu didn't reply, watching her play with the cup.
She stood up, pushed the chair back, making a screeching sound. "Let's go back to the company. An Gao'en needs to go back to typing, even though the company doesn't have any keyboards yet."
Su Yu got up and followed behind her. "Buy it next week."
"I can buy it next week. But let me tell you first, I want a mechanical keyboard, with blue switches, the kind that makes a clattering sound when you type."
"Why are you banging so loudly? It's so noisy."
"Hackers always type that loudly. That's how they do it in movies, it sounds cool."
"Hackers in movies wear black leather jackets, you're wearing one too?"
"You'll buy it for me?"
"I'll reimburse you for wearing it."
She turned her head and glanced at him. Sunlight streamed in through the glass door, and she smiled in the light, her eyes crinkling. Without saying a word, she pushed the door open and went out.
Su Yu walked behind, watching her retreating figure. Her ponytail swayed behind her head, and her steps were light and quick.
Angoun. A computer genius, quiet, reliable, and a little temperamental.
When he was writing that character, she was definitely the only one in his mind.
It wasn't because she could act; it was because that's who she really was. He simply wrote it down on paper, handed it to someone else, and let that person make her real.
The first script for Yinguo Entertainment wasn't bought; it was written by him.
The first artist at Yinguo Entertainment wasn't signed; it was a character he wrote.
There's no comparison.
There's no need to compare.