Stumbling Block

Qi Cheng, the screenwriter Zhouzhou said would make it big last night, woke up to dozens of missed calls on his phone. He jumped up in alarm. What happened? Did they find out about his anonymous online rants?

A knock came at his door. He yawned and went to open it, only to freeze when he saw the people outside. Some were familiar faces from the dinner last night. There were others he didn't recognize, but they were famous directors. He had offered them his script before, but they had all rejected him and treated him coldly, even escorting him out like a beggar.

But now, they were all smiling brightly, and one of the directors, who had been the first to walk over, grabbed his hand enthusiastically. "Mr. Qi, you said you wanted to show me your script yesterday. Where is it? Let me have a look!"

"I want to see it too!" another director chimed in, "You know my skills, one hit after another. Let me see!"