My success is all about dog food

Chapter 81 Rewards
"Uncle, this script of yours is too touching." Zhao Yun shook his nose lightly, obviously still immersed in that story.

"Ah." Faced with Zhao Yunqing's compliment, Lu An didn't know what to say.

It's a good script, but I didn't actually write it myself.

"Uncle, did you create this script after participating in the charity art exhibition?" Zhao Yunqing continued to ask.

"Probably." Lu An could only answer like this.

"Uncle, you are so kind." Zhao Yunqing said excitedly.

Zhao Yunqing couldn't help but think of what he said in his art exhibition before, the influence of the art exhibition is too small, there is no way to infect more people to pay attention to this group.

Unexpectedly, the uncle would silently create a script like "I'm Not the God of Medicine" by himself.

If this script is successfully made into a movie, then the influence will be huge.

After all, just after reading the script, I was already infected by the emotions in it.

"Uncle, when is this script going to be made into a movie?" Zhao Yunqing asked expectantly:
"At that time, I will definitely go to the cinema to support."

"Ah?" Lu An scratched his head and said, "I haven't sent this script to the company yet, and I don't know if it can be approved."

Lu An originally planned to finish the storyboarding of the script himself, compare it, and then send it to Beifeng Pictures to see if the project could be approved.

"Uncle, this script will definitely be approved!" Zhao Yunqing said with certainty:
"This script is so good."

"I hope." Lu An also smiled shyly and said:
"Okay, if you're okay, then I'll go cook."

"Well, just let me finish the last episode." Zhao Yun said lightly to Lu An.

"it is good."

Lu An naturally had no objection. He took the dishes on the coffee table in the living room to the kitchen and started cooking.

After a while, Zhao Yunqing suddenly shouted loudly:
"Uncle, why did you let Cheng Yong go to prison? Obviously he is such a good person."

"Because it's illegal for him to bring medicine back from the Three Kingdoms." Lu An replied.

After the script of "I'm Not the God of Medicine" was published, Lu An naturally read the script through. Although he was also moved by the plot of the characters in it, Lu An was relatively calmer.

"But Cheng Yong is here to save people." Zhao Yunqing retorted: "The medicines in China are so expensive that ordinary people can't afford them."

"Yes, you are right." Lu An nodded: "But he did violate the law. And the medicine he brought back from the Three Kingdoms has not passed the national inspection. Who knows if there will be any problems?"

"But there is no problem for those people to eat it." Zhao Yunqing's thinking at this moment was still more affected by the characters in the story.

"Then let me ask you, if this kind of behavior is legalized, if someone goes abroad to resell some counterfeit and shoddy drugs, who will be responsible for the problem in the end?"

"This?"

"If you think about it again, Cheng Yong is a person with a bottom line, and the price of drugs has been set very low. Even so, he has earned a lot of benefits.

What if it’s someone else who has no bottom line?Didn't I also write such a character in the script?As long as it is lower than the hospital's price, someone will always buy it.

So, Cheng Yong must go to jail.Because the country considers the problem not the individual. "

"But what about those leukemia patients? Should they just lose hope of taking cheap medicines and wait for death silently?"

"No." Lu An shook his head and said, "You have to trust our country. Although our country still has many imperfections, everything is slowly getting better.

Maybe your family is in a good condition and you don’t have much perception. My biggest feeling since I was a child is that the state’s support for the grassroots is to make everyone live a safe and healthy life as much as possible.

It's just that there are too many people in our country, and things will naturally become cumbersome and difficult, so the pace will inevitably be slower, but we have to believe that everything will get better. "

"But in reality, leukemia patients still have to buy very expensive drugs."

"So, we use this movie to remind the country to pay attention to this group of people." Lu An said with a smile:

"We are ordinary people. As long as we raise the problems we see, our leaders will definitely come up with the most appropriate solution."

"That's good." Zhao Yunqing nodded in agreement.

The discussion stopped here, and then the two chatted about entertainment gossip and the like.

"Okay, come over for dinner." Lu An brought out the fish-flavored shredded pork and Coke chicken wings and called Zhao Yunqing to come over for dinner.

"Here we come." Zhao Yun left lightly from the computer and walked briskly to the coffee table.

Seeing the dishes brought out by Lu An, Zhao Yunqing couldn't help but bent down, leaned over the plate, and took a deep breath:

"Uncle, it smells so good."

"Hurry up and wash your hands, I'll serve the meal." Lu An said softly to Zhao Yun.

"Okay!" Zhao Yun replied excitedly.

After washing his hands, Zhao Yun lightly sat on the sofa, first picked up a piece of chicken wing with chopsticks and put it in Lu An's bowl and said:
"Uncle, you worked hard cooking today, I will reward you with a chicken wing first."

Just when Lu An was a little moved and was about to say thank you, he heard Zhao Yunqing go on to say:

"I walked from school to my uncle's house today. I was also very tired, so I rewarded myself with a chicken wing; the advanced math problems you taught to uncle were difficult, and it took too much brain, so I continued to reward myself with a chicken wing;
"I'm Not the God of Medicine" written by the uncle made me cry and I needed a chicken wing to comfort me. "

"..."

Lu An turned his head and looked at Zhao Yunqing, then looked at the chicken wings on the table. He really didn't know what to say.

Because there were only two people, and we also made fish-flavored shredded pork, Lu An only made four Coke chicken wings.

Now all three belong to Zhao Yunqing.

"Uncle, what do you see me doing?" Zhao Yunqing noticed Lu An's gaze, suppressed a smile, looked at Lu An with an innocent look and asked.

"Um, nothing." Lu An waved his hand helplessly.

"It's nothing, let's eat." Zhao Yun turned his head lightly and smiled secretly.

"Ah."

Lu An started to eat, and the chicken wings in the bowl were quickly wiped out. When he was about to eat some fish-flavored shredded pork, he found Zhao Yunqing using chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken wings and put it into Lu An's bowl and said:
"Uncle, I can't finish three chicken wings. Please help me eat one."

"..."

In the end, three of the four chicken wings went into Lu An's stomach, and most of the shredded fish-flavored pork was eaten by Lu An. Even so, Zhao Yunqing still lay on the sofa and shouted:

"Uncle, I'm so full!"

(End of this chapter)