Went Abroad to Be a Director, Shook Hollywood’s Box Office - Chapter 2

After finishing his work, Qin Feng stretched lazily.

It was already four in the afternoon — time for a good rest.

As for the script, he had absolute confidence in it.

Are you kidding me? Jurassic Park in his previous world — whether the novel or the film — was an unmatched masterpiece!

From the original Jurassic Park trilogy to the later Jurassic World trilogy, six films in total, spanning from 1993 to 2022 — nearly three decades.

The entire series was the ultimate representation of the “man versus dinosaur” theme!

Qin Feng lay down on his narrow single bed.

Outside, cars rumbled past, the city still noisy, but he soon drifted off to sleep.

—

Universal Pictures Headquarters, Los Angeles

David Koepp, the renowned screenwriter, was sitting at his desk, checking his email.

Wearing glasses, he studied each message carefully, afraid of missing even a single manuscript.

Suddenly, one email title caught his eye:

> “An Adventure Story of a Dinosaur World — Jurassic Park, Part I (Screenplay)”

“Hmm? A world of dinosaurs?”

Could it be… science fiction?

David frowned slightly.

In recent years, sci-fi films had been performing terribly. Poor scripts, terrible plots — audiences had lost all interest.

These days, people preferred serious dramas or artistic films.

Probably some overconfident rookie sent this in, he thought.

Still, out of professional courtesy, he clicked the file open.

Lines of English text appeared on the screen:

> “In Central America, two hundred kilometers off the coast of Costa Rica, lies a small island — Isla Nublar — a paradise untouched by man.”

“However, on a dark and stormy night, something strange occurs on the island…”

“Hmm… a secluded island? Interesting,” David murmured with a faint smile and continued reading.

As the story unfolded, the mysterious veil over Isla Nublar was gradually lifted.

Before he realized it, David was completely absorbed. His eyes widened as he read line after line.

> “When the group arrives, the founder, Mr. Hammond, leads them to the island’s research facility and reveals the true purpose behind ‘Jurassic Park.’”

“Using modern genetic engineering, Hammond extracted dinosaur DNA from a mosquito that had once fed on dinosaur bl00d — preserved for millions of years inside amber.”

“From that genetic material, dinosaur embryos were cultivated, bringing these prehistoric creatures back to life.”

“My God… what the—”

“You can do that? Extract dinosaur DNA from a mosquito?!”

David clutched his head, completely stunned.

He had to look away from the screen for a moment, to calm his racing mind.

Whoever wrote this script — that person was a genius!

He immediately scrolled down and kept reading.

As the story reached its midpoint, the tension rose dramatically:

A storm hit the island.
The control systems failed.
Phones went dead.
Power went out.
And then — the T-Rex attacked the vehicles!

David’s heart pounded. He bit his pen unconsciously, reading faster and faster, breathing heavier with every line.

Then, at the climax — the T-Rex roaring under the moonlight, cars overturning, chaos erupting — the script abruptly ended.

It wasn’t complete.

“What?! Where’s the rest of it?”

“How do the characters escape?”

“What happens to the dinosaurs?”

“And the owner of the island — does he die?”

“Damn it!”

“Why isn’t this the full version?!”

It took him several minutes to calm down.

He immediately forwarded the email to the studio’s producer — Kathleen Kennedy — and then grabbed his laptop and rushed to her office.

—

“David? What’s going on?”

Kathleen Kennedy, a woman in her fifties, sat in her spacious office sipping coffee while reviewing the studio’s project list.

“Ms. Kennedy, I’ve made an incredible discovery!”

“Oh?”

“I just sent you an email — a script. You have to read it. Right now.”

“Alright, David… but I’m in the middle of—”

“Please, Kathleen! Trust me on this. Read it now!”

David stood there, clutching his laptop, eyes shining with urgency and excitement.

Kathleen blinked in surprise. She had never seen the usually composed screenwriter so agitated.

“Fine,” she said at last.

She opened the email, glanced at the title, then frowned slightly.

“A dinosaur story? David, something like this should be sent to our animation division, not live-action.”

David adjusted his glasses and sat down. “Just read it first, please.”

What had gotten into him today? Didn’t he know that sci-fi films were money pits? Big budgets, low returns — nine out of ten projects flopped!

Still, Kathleen refocused her attention on the script.

Soon, she found herself drawn in.

The resurrection of dinosaurs on Isla Nublar…
The breathtaking escape for survival…
The profound theme of mankind versus nature…

The deeper she read, the more moved she became — smiling at times, gasping in shock at others.

David watched quietly, grinning to himself.

Her reaction was exactly like his own.

Twenty minutes later, Kathleen exhaled deeply and turned toward him, eyes filled with awe.

“This… this is the work of a genius,” she said. “Even without the ending, the pacing and storytelling are masterful. It’s on the level of a grandmaster!”

“Do you know the author?”

David shook his head. “No idea.”

“What do you think, then?”

He thought for a moment, then spoke solemnly:

“I believe this film could redefine our entire industry. It might revive Universal’s glory and change the course of modern cinema itself.”

“No matter what anyone says — this is a once-in-a-generation masterpiece.”

“Even if it is science fiction.”

—

Meanwhile, Qin Feng was sleeping soundly.

Ring—ring—

The sudden phone call startled him awake. He grabbed his phone.

It was an unfamiliar number — from the U.S.

“Hello?”

A woman’s voice came through, polite and professional.

“Hello, Mr. Qin Feng? This is Kathleen Kennedy, producer at Universal Pictures.”

Qin Feng instantly sat up straight.

Already?!

The company called this fast?

“Yes, this is Qin Feng speaking.”

“Mr. Qin, we’ve read your script. I’d like to meet and discuss it in person.”

“Of course.”

“Tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. Please bring the complete script to our headquarters — someone will meet you at the entrance.”

“Understood. See you tomorrow, ma’am.”

“See you then, Mr. Qin.”

When the call ended, Qin Feng jumped off the bed, pumping his fist into the air.

He had thought his career in America was over… but heaven had opened a door for him!

“I, Qin Feng,” he declared, eyes blazing, “will become Hollywood’s next great director — and build the future of global cinema!”

(End of Chapter)