Chapter 226 Don't Bully This Lady Anymore

Seeing that the people below were still a little confused, Eric added: "Actually, I already have a lot of ideas for this story, and I will give it to you for reference after the meeting. At the same time, I will give you some tips. Well, Mueller's ultimate goal is to find clues about the disappearance of his sister, and even finally find his sister. Through deep hypnotic memories, he found that the disappearance of his sister was related to alien abduction, so he would encounter the supernatural Through his professional sensitivity, Mueller selected potentially useful information and put them together like a jigsaw puzzle played by children, and finally formed a complete clue to the colonization conspiracy of the Brett star. You can add a Mueller note-taking episode to each episode."

The idea of ​​the subtitle 'Puzzle' was improvised by Eric. In the original version, it was Dana Scully who often recorded the paranormal phenomena encountered, but in the episodes Eric watched, he did not I didn't find any special purpose for Scully to take notes. In this case, Eric felt that it was best to apply this idea to the male protagonist. Moreover, the plot of the "jigsaw puzzle" can also arouse the speculation and curiosity of fans. This suspenseful setting has always been a magic weapon for attracting popularity in American dramas.

This time, after Eric finished speaking, the screenwriters did not raise any further concerns. After all, they are all the best sci-fi screenwriters jointly found by Fox and Firefly. If Eric not only gave the general background, he would also give Come up with their own plot ideas for reference. If these people gather the strength of eight people and can't write the script, then they will not be worthy of their own name.

After another half-hour of detailed discussions, Eric finally concluded: "Then you have two months to come up with a script that satisfies me, and Firefly and Fox will co-produce at the end of the year. Sample footage of the first episode. Hope you won't let the audience down. If you have no other questions, let's call it quits."

Everyone left one after another, and Eric and Allen were discussing things in a low voice. While quickly packing the information in front of him into a folder, he raised his head. But she saw Elizabeth still sitting at the end of the long desk, her chin resting on her right hand, and looking at herself curiously.

"I'm going to caa headquarters next, are you going?" Eric asked tentatively.

"Ah?" Elizabeth reacted and looked at her watch: "It's eleven o'clock now, it's almost time for lunch."

"Eat there at noon. If you don't go, you can go home."

"I'll go!" The girl replied reflexively, mumbling in her heart, don't try to get rid of me.

Eric got into the car like a small tail. Elizabeth sat next to Eric in the back seat, until the car was on the road for a while, the girl still glanced at Eric from time to time, and her eyes did not hide her curiosity. Eric, who originally looked down at the document, was stared at him inexplicably and couldn't help but ask, "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I'm just curious,

How did you... come up with that stuff, Bretts, Syndicates or something? "

Eric closed the folder and put it on his lap, turned his head and stared into the girl's eyes, with a hint of mystery in his tone: "Actually. I'm a future person who came back from 2012."

"Huh?" Elizabeth blinked a few times, but didn't respond.

Eric lowered his voice and approached the girl and continued: "Everything about the Brady star is true, after December 21, 2012. The black oil launched an invasion, and 99% of the human beings were infected. The remaining remnants of human beings formed the resistance army. I am one of them, but our resistance is too weak to fight the Brett star. When the Brett star is about to kill the resistance organization, we use Brett's technology invented the time-space shuttle, and my companions sent me to this era, hoping that I could destroy the other's conspiracy before Brett launched colonization. But I am alone now. I can only rely on "X-Files" to tell the people the truth in a veiled way.”

"The Brett star must have sent a robot named t-800 to hunt you down, right?" The girl gave Eric a white look and pushed him away: "Don't think I haven't seen "Terminator" ."

The driver in the front row and Alan chuckled softly. Eric spread his hands: "Look, you don't believe me if I tell the truth. Then don't ask so much."

The girl was very dissatisfied with Eric's perfunctory: "You are obviously talking nonsense."

Eric shook his head and planned to look down at the document, but Elizabeth couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what are we going to do at caa?"

"You'll know when you go, don't make trouble, let me read this information." Eric waved his hand and said, too lazy to explain.

Elizabeth snorted angrily, but stopped disturbing Eric and turned her head to the other side.

"Eric," As soon as he entered a reception room in the caa building, a small figure rushed towards Eric.

Eric picked up Stuart Runkel and turned around, put it down and rubbed the little guy's head with a smile, "I've grown a lot taller."

"You're still so tall," Little Stu, who stood in front of Eric with his head raised, looked up and down Eric: "Eric, it seems that you won't grow any longer."

Eric smiled and rubbed the little guy's head again: "Don't act like a little adult, an eight-year-old child should look like an eight-year-old child."

"What should an eight-year-old be like?" Little Stu asked in a 'vicissitudes', watching Eric walk towards his parents, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the others who were with Eric Man, seeing the tall and beautiful Elizabeth, the little guy immediately stepped forward with bright eyes, showing a childlike smile: "Hey, hello!"

Elizabeth originally thought this little guy was familiar, but now she finally realized the identity of the other party, the girl squatted down and touched Stewart's head with a motherly nature, and said with surprise: "You are Kevin, Kevin from "Home Alone" ."

"My name is Stuart Runkel, you can call me Stu," the little guy said after introducing himself, pretending to be innocent: "This lady, you are so beautiful, can I give you a hug?"

"Of course," Elizabeth didn't think much, and smiled and went to hug the little boy.

Greeting Stuart's parents and the new agent named Brian Kurtzman, Eric turned his head, just when he heard the little guy's innocent words to hug, he smiled wryly and stretched out his hand to hug the little guy. brought it over.

"Stu, don't eat girls' tofu indiscriminately. I haven't seen you for half a year. How come you've become a little pervert?"

The little guy struggled twice and got rid of Eric's big hand: "Eric, you are so stingy, I'm so young, I can't do anything, even if it's your girl, I won't lose a piece of meat if I hug it."

"Let's talk about these things when you are eighteen. Now do what you should do at your age."

Stuart was about to retort, and Mrs. Runkel, who was worried that the little guy would annoy Eric, hurried forward to accompany the little guy with a smile and dragged the little guy away.

But Elizabeth, who heard the brief conversation between the two, has fallen into a sluggishness. Is this... really an eight-year-old child?

No one in the reception room cared about the girl's thoughts. After a brief conversation, Eric took Allen and Charlison Runkel and Stewart's new agent into the small conference room next to it. There was only one left outside. Elizabeth and Runkel mother and son.

The reception room was quiet, the little guy didn't seem to notice what was happening around him, ran to the sofa, took out a Rubik's cube from a small schoolbag, and played on his own.

Feeling a little bored, the girl also walked over and sat down on the sofa. She picked up a magazine on the coffee table and flipped through it casually. Only Stewart's mother stood at the door of the small conference room and listened for a while, and wanted to push the door in. , but he stretched out his hand several times, but he didn't dare to make a move. He could only walk around in the open space in front of the small conference room.

Elizabeth was looking at the magazine, and the childish voice in her ears sounded again: "What's your name?"

The girl raised her head and saw the boy who kept quickly fiddling with a Rubik's cube much larger than his palm: "Are you asking me? You can call me... Liz."

"I'm not familiar with you, so let's call you Elizabeth," the little guy continued to ask with big pure eyes, "Miss Elizabeth, are you Eric's woman?"

"No," the girl instinctively felt that she should not talk to this little guy anymore, but she had to answer this question: "I'm just his assistant."

But just after speaking, the girl heard a syllable with obvious disdain: "Cut."

"Little guy, what do you mean?" The girl couldn't help putting down the magazine in her hand and looked up at the little boy.

Stewart said honestly, "I just think you're a little hypocritical."

"I... hypocritical?" The girl pointed to her nose in disbelief: "Why do you call me hypocritical?"

The little guy shrugged: "Eric didn't let you in with him just now, which means you're just an irrelevant female assistant, and your salary will definitely not be high. If you're not Eric's woman, where would you come from? Money to buy such an expensive thing on your body, just your Chanel bag is not what you can afford with your salary?"

"My family has ten times more money than that bastard!" The girl retorted in a raised voice, completely forgetting Stuart's age.

"Oh," when the little guy heard this sentence, he dragged his voice and nodded, "I understand."

Elizabeth sat back on the sofa, picked up the magazine and flipped through a few pages, deciding to ignore the little guy.

But the little guy didn't let her go: "You like Eric, so that's why the rich lady doesn't do it and comes to be his assistant, right?"

Hearing this sentence, the girl immediately put the decision she just made behind her head: "I don't like that bastard!"

The little guy sighed and said, "Hey, a duplicitous woman, even a child has the heart to deceive."

"you……"

The little guy was about to continue to tease the girl, and Mrs. Runkel, who was very irritable in her heart, finally spoke up, her voice slightly sharp: "Stu, shut up for me, and don't bully this young lady again." (To be continued)