Looking at Ryan who was silent in front of him, Lance took a breath. It was extremely absurd, extremely angry, and extremely stupid, which made him start to chuck, like a madman.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" was released in November last year, and it has achieved great success in box office. What is even more commendable is that it established the signature "Harry Potter" and caused a chain reaction to cover the world and became the most important money tree for Warner Bros.

After this work was successful, Jason was a little better, but Ryan and Tucker had always felt bad. Even though Lance repeatedly comforted them, Hollywood would always have the next work, and the next chance. However, the atmosphere inside the company still relaxed. Lance's accurate vision of selecting works was recognized many times, and Ryan's prestige in management was also questioned.

Therefore, when Lance mentioned making "Pirates of the Caribbean", even though the risks of Pirates movies were huge, there was still a dispute within the company. Lance was no longer a one-sided disadvantage. Many people thought that they should believe Lance and took the risk once. Lance even thought that he could persuade Jason to agree and then promote cooperation with Disney.

But, I never thought of it, never thought of it...

"Yes, it's really true!" Lance grabbed his short black hair in disbelief and pulled it hard, "It's really because of 'Harry Potter', Ryan Cavalug, I can't believe that your mind is only a little bit. I'm responsible for production, you are responsible for management, we have agreed from the beginning; but now? I have never pointed fingers in my management, but you have begun to interfere in my production work?"

"No, absolutely not!" Ryan couldn't help but hold the back of the chair tightly, revealing his panic in front of Lance for the first time, but soon, Ryan calmed down. He looked at Lance who had lost control in front of him. He knew that in this power struggle, he was the winner. And now Lance is just a complete loser!

Ryan regained his confidence again and said firmly, "I said it, it's not because of this..." However, he couldn't find a reasonable explanation, "No, absolutely not!" Ryan could only express his position unswervingly again.

Looking at Ryan who pretended to be calm in front of him, Lance only felt that he was so pitiful and so sad. "I believe that the thing you hate the most is that the halo of all the media is concentrated on me. All the producers and directors know that I am the real behind the company's works!" Lance's mouth tugged with a confident smile, which made Ryan unable to help but lower his eyes, concealing his inner embarrassment, "And that's the truth!"

Lance walked forward step by step, Ryan's momentum was suppressed bit by bit, and his movements of calm sitting on the boss's chair gradually began to turn into a messy paralysis, as if all the strength in his body was drained. "So, you better prepare your lawyer team quickly, bastard! Because, not only will I come back for 35% of my life, I will take away everything that belongs to me."

Lance's clear words were so slow, so powerful, so profound, and hit Ryan's chest one after another, which made him feel unprecedentedly frustrated. Ryan bit his lower lip tightly. He knew that he could not show weakness, not only because the entire company's employees were watching, but also because he could not bow his head in front of Lance. The outcome of this competition has been finalized, and Lance has no possibility of turning over!

Thinking of this, Ryan used all his strength and stood up with difficulty in facing Lance's sight. He pulled the hem of his clothes, regained his usual calmness and calmness, and approached Lance step by step. "No, the game is over!" When Ryan stood up, he could finally stand on the same level as Lance, which gradually made his momentum return to his body.

Looking at Lance in front of him, the buttons of his shirt were sloppy, and his decent suit had become wrinkled. His short black hair was as messy as a bird's nest. The sweat on his forehead added a hint of embarrassment under the light. But what about Ryan? His decent and comfortable clothes, calm posture, and elegant and perfect image. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Ryan was the owner of this office.

Confidence shines brightly in Ryan's eyes again, "Have you heard what I said? You have signed it, so the game is over, and you have no chance of turning the tables. Even if you invite all the lawyers in the United States, things are already for sure." Ryan's pressing step by step made Lance feel tremendous pressure, and those words were like death talismans, gradually disintegrating all of Rance's armor.

However, Lance did not retreat. With the last breath in his chest, he stood firmly, not moved by Ryan's pace.

"Lance, you lost." Ryan stopped in front of Lance, then leaned into Lance's ear, lowered his voice, and said softly in a voice that only Lance could hear, "You are so naive. Remember, friendship and trust are the cheapest things in the mall." Then Ryan left Lance's ear, stood up again, and a confident and proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lance shook his head gently, glanced at Tucker who was standing three steps away from the corner of his mouth, and a meaningful smile appeared. The deep eyes flashed with a flash of light, which made Tucker's heart skip a beat, and an ominous premonition came to his heart. Then, Lance looked at Jason who was standing behind the left. During the quarrel, Jason also walked up, but he pulled away from the distance and stood silently in the distance. Feeling Lance's sight. Jason looked over, but after just a little contact, Jason lowered his head.

Lance's eyes finally fell on Ryan, and he looked at Ryan's face carefully, trying to capture every slight change on his cheek, "So, should I remind Tucker and Jason, and later partners? They should avoid repeating my mistakes?"

A word made Ryan's face stiffen in an instant, and Tucker and Jason, not far away, were also shocked. Ryan looked at the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth, and the chill in his heart was like a fountain, constantly rushing up, making his limbs cold in an instant. "The security guard is here! Take him out quickly!" Ryan tried hard to suppress his panic and said with great momentum.

But Lance captured the change in Ryan's tone, and his smile bloomed like a red cloud in the sky. "No, I'll leave myself." After saying that, Lance began to retreat, but his eyes locked in Ryan. Seeing Ryan's heart bleed, and after shifting his sight, Lance retracted his sight and turned around to take steps.

"Wait!" Ryan's voice suddenly came from behind, causing Lance to stop in place. He turned around and saw Ryan coming over, taking out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and put it in front of Lance. It was a check, "I almost forgot. This is your 23,000 dollars. I think you need it now more than I do."

Lance looked down at the check, waved his fist without warning, and smashed it at Ryan. Ryan was startled by the sudden situation, and began to retreat and dodge with a look of horror. But then Ryan discovered that Lance was just swinging in vain, and stopped halfway. Ryan suddenly became scarred and slowly stood up straight in a mess. Even if he wanted to restore his image, it was too late.

Lance couldn't help but chuckled, showing a real smile. He shook his chin gently, "I like standing by you, Ryan." The whole office was silent, Ryan looked at the eyes of other staff members around him in shock. Lance's smile was so dazzling that it almost made Ryan's feet unstable, "because I seem to be very manly."

After Lance finished speaking to himself, he ignored Ryan's reaction, turned around and took a step forward, slowly buttoned up the shirt and suit again, and left the office with his head held high, as if he was the winner.

Taking the elevator to the downstairs, standing at the door, Lance was a little confused. He didn't know how this dream should continue to develop. Shouldn't it be time to wake up at this time?

A strong wind blew, and the cold sweat behind him cooled down in an instant, causing Lance to shivering twice in a row. The delicate touch of sweat slipping down was so real, there was no difference from reality at all. It always made Lance have an illusion that he really returned to 2002, and he really experienced that unforgettable betrayal again.

At this moment, a sound of breaking came from the sky. Lance only had time to raise his head and saw a file box hitting him hard, causing a huge wave of air. He felt dizzy and almost unsteady. Countless documents fell down, like snowflakes flying all over the sky, scattering Xuan'er in the air, very spectacular. Through the floating white paper, Lance vaguely saw someone shrinking in the window where the office of Diorama Film Industry was located, and then a sound of tinnitus came from his ears.

"Loser, loser...complete loser" "Silly, innocent, blind, arrogant, domineering, no wonder everyone betrayed you in the end" "Nothing later, everything is over, the game is over, you have completely lost", "Nothing, you have nothing now"...

Mixed in the tinnitus, countless sharp laughter, sarcasm, and laughter swarmed from all directions, as if Ryan, Tucker, and Jason were not far away, watching himself laughing loudly, and those proud faces twisted into demonic faces in front of him, occupying every corner of his sight.

"Shut up!" Lance took a step forward and tried to shut up, but before he could take a step, he hit a block. He took a step back half a step because of the powerful momentum, but when he opened his eyes, there was only air in front of him, and there was no blocking object.

Only then did Lance realize that this was just a dream.

He opened his eyes slightly, but found that his eyelids were extremely heavy. He could only vaguely see the dirty graffiti in the New York subway, and the shaking carriages galloping in the cold winter. All of this implies that this is New York in the winter of 2015, and everything just happened was just a dream.

Lance tried hard to wake up, but found that all this was too difficult, as if it was a ghost pressing on the bed. He could even feel a black man next to him was secretly flipping through his backpack. He wanted to wake up and tell the other party directly that there were only twelve dollars and seventy-five cents in his backpack, and there was nothing valuable apart. But his mouth couldn't open at all, and he felt that his whole body was slowly sinking, and the bizarre dream gradually swallowed him completely.
Chapter completed!