Rise of the Richest Man Reborn

Lu Yixuan's words only earned a pair of white eyes from the old man, my pants are half off, but you just treat me as a fart, just let it go.

The old king took a deep breath, adjusted the capacity of his belly, and prepared to suffocate the third bottle of real wine in one gulp.

Gudong Gudong Gudong...cough, cough cough cough cough...

Just raised his neck and drank a few times, the big old king choked again and pointed at Lu Yixuan's hand that was already trembling. After a long time, the cough finally subsided, and pointed at Lu Yixuan with great grief, as if he wanted to curse, but And a little aggrieved that I can't scold.

Others in the room looked dumbfounded, so what's the matter?

It's just that the old man immediately raised his neck and began to drink vigorously. The others smelled a strong smell of white wine, and thought that this was indeed real wine. What's the matter?

"Yixuan?"

Xie Chunying walked behind Lu Yixuan with some uneasiness, and asked in a low voice, but the response she got was that Lu Yixuan took the opportunity to slap her cheek lightly: "Die!"

Xie Chunying was so angry that she punched Lu Yixuan lightly, and didn't care anymore.

Anyway, even if the third bottle was real wine, it wouldn't be a big problem, Lao Wang still had a lot of alcohol, and it was no problem to fight with others on the wine table on weekdays.

hiccup

The old man finally drank the third bottle, turned the bottom of the bottle upside down, and lit it at Lu Yixuan, obviously wanting to say that I'm done, you bastard, what else can you say, you opened your mouth to put two A harsh word came, and suddenly there was a rush of tumbling in his stomach.

He didn't care about talking anymore, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and threw the wine bottle in his hand directly at Lu Yixuan.

When Lu Yixuan stretched out his hand to catch the wine bottle, the old man ran towards the bathroom desperately.

Upon seeing this, Master Yimu immediately followed up and went to the bathroom to take care of the old king.

"Are you satisfied now?" Xie Chunying ran over again, scolded, but then snatched the wine bottle from Lu Yixuan's hand, then gathered the other two wine bottles together, turned around and threw them into the trash can Inside.

Guan Linlin came over with a mop, and quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor.

Lu Yixuan greeted Xiang Shiqiang: "Ha, old Xiang, let me tell you a joke. I almost forgot to tell you something. I wrote a notebook today and gave it to Gao Jinzhou. The director Jing Ge just happened to be there too. He is very helpful. If you are interested in directing this new book, I will pass it on to you at Dawan Films. Later, you can talk to the director, brother Jing. The shooting budget for this new book may be much higher than usual. How do you think about it? Some."

Xiang Shiqiang was naturally very interested when he heard the news: "Xuanzi, what new book did you give this time, and how much budget do you need for shooting? What kind of subject matter?"

"It's an urban light sci-fi genre! Director Jing is counting on this book to be screened on the giant screen in Hung Hom in the future. You should seize the opportunity!"

"Wow, Brother Jing really said that? He has such ambitions, and he actually wants to use the giant screen in Hung Hom?"

"Listen to what you said, as long as there is a chance, I wish all the big directors in Hong Kong could focus on the Hung Hom giant screen. The Hung Hom giant screen must not become the exclusive business of Universal Pictures, and your Dawan Films must also work hard Break through! Otherwise, with so many muzzles behind my early bird, I will be driven crazy sooner or later, and now I don’t know how many colleagues are waiting coldly for the moment when Universal Pictures falls from the clouds one day..."

"Indeed, the heights are extremely cold, Xuan Zi, don't worry!"

"Ha, Lao Xiang, in Xiangjiang, I am most assured of you! The other families are so jealous and dare not invest a lot. They just want to hold back the bad and watch a joke, so let's take the box office results of one new film after another, ruthlessly. Just slap them in the face! Old Xiang, you believe me, we will succeed!"

"Of course!"

The old man came out of the bathroom with a pale face, his hair was wet, and his steps were a little shaky. Zhang Yimu took care of him, but the old man refused to let him help him: "I'm fine, and I didn't drink too much. Give me a hand ah!"

Still capable of swearing at people, and quite full of energy, Lu Yixuan grinned and greeted the two of them to sit down at the table: "Ha, eat and eat, I have something important to discuss with the two of you when you are full."

The big old king looked at Lu Yixuan with a particularly resentful gaze, it seemed that he was really hurt by Lu Yixuan's hands today.

The taste of this third bottle of real baijiu... Well, let's not talk about it!

Mu Sheng sat down at the dining table, and deliberately chose a seat farthest away from Lu Yixuan.

Seeing him like this, everyone couldn't help but feel a little funny, but seeing him so depressed that he was about to go berserk at any time, no one would touch this bad luck.

The food is very fragrant and quite rich.

However, people with different moods taste very different tastes at the moment.

The old man barely drank a bowl of porridge, and casually ate a few chopsticks of green vegetables to finish, but Lu Yixuan ate it with extra gusto.

Satisfied with food and drink, the dining table was removed, and the resentment of the old man had almost dissipated. Lu Yixuan began to preach with a few people about his small goal of making a hundred masterpieces in life.

A hero with three gangs.

A small goal like [-] peerless movies can be achieved with more good helpers...

Chapter 1032

Chapter 1032

In May, the land of the northern country is full of intoxicating greenery, the sky is blue and the land is vast, and even the air carries a hint of sweetness.

In Gaomi City, Shandong Province, three men were sitting on a mule cart bound for Dabei Township.

The three of them are none other than Lu Yixuan, Da Lao Wang, and Zhang Yimu who made an appointment to meet the great writer in person.

Lu Yixuan lay on his back in the carriage of the rubber-tyred mule cart, staring at the blue sky in a daze.

Zhang Yimu sat sideways on the side of the car, but the big old Wang simply sat on the side of the car with the fellow driving the car, chatting with the gods from all over the world, who knows where he came from so many curious questions, along the way But Jiner was just asking, where are the red sorghum fields scattered all over the mountains and plains.

I left the bustling Xiangjiang City, and bid farewell to Nanzhen City, which is full of bustling construction sites.

Looking at the vastness and poverty of the vast world of the northern country, there are not many tall buildings and mansions. What you can meet all day long is the so-called simple and honest folk customs almost everywhere.

Perhaps for Zhang Yimu and Da Lao Wang, these are the most normal qualities in the Mainland.

However, in Lu Yixuan's heart, he really... Before he knew it, he began to fall into that inexplicable thought of worrying about the country and the people.

The closer he got to the destination, the more he felt a kind of so-called timidity in his heart.

Others only said that he came to Gaomi City, Shandong Province so eagerly, just to meet the great writer Mo, the future Chinese Nobel Prize No. 1, but for him, it was not just that simple!

That's because in this place, he has the other half of the happiest time in his previous life!

In his previous life, when he was middle-aged and faced with the bleakest moment when his wife and children were separated and his job was not guaranteed, he left his hometown angrily and went south alone. After many years, he had a happy little family again and had a new life pursuit. With his little wife who is 16 years apart in age.

Since his rebirth, he has never planned to meet this little wife from his previous life.

After all, when he was reborn, his little wife was only a two-year-old child. Wouldn't it be a little bit too animal if he really couldn't forget it all the time and was eager to see each other.

So in the past seven or eight years, he just used another kind of silent concern of his own, borrowing the name of a veteran living overseas, and has been silently donating some money and goods to the village where Xiaojiao's wife lives for many years. The guardian who showed up.

In fact, even though he is now in Lu Province, seeing how close he is to the village where Xiaojiao's wife lives, he still didn't dare to think about whether to meet her.

"She's just a child!"

"Ah? Lu... Boss, what are you talking about? Who is still a child? I didn't see any children along the way..." After thinking too much, he unconsciously shouted. Zhang Yi, who was sitting on the car state, When the mother heard his shout, she asked in surprise, and looked around anxiously, but didn't see any children passing by.

Zhang Yimu still doesn't dare to joke casually with Boss Lu.

Many years ago, he was quite able to talk to this fellow who was many years younger than him, but as he grew up, he lost the confidence of an adult. In his eyes, Lu Yixuan could praise him for his smooth career. Boss, this identity is already deeply ingrained. As for the fellowship he had back then, he really doesn't have the confidence to rely on such affection.

There is no other way, in the blink of an eye, it has been a few years since I graduated from university.

And really speaking, my starting point in the film and television industry was higher than too many of my peers. I don’t know how many people envied him when he was still in college when he was hand-picked by his fellow Lu Yixuan to go to "Shaolin Temple" The crew, and later entered the top group of "Resident Evil" and the top group of "The Matrix".

The help Lu Yixuan from his hometown really gave him was enough.

That kind of selfless help without asking for anything in return, to be honest, only my own parents in this world will have such a kind of silent giving and support that never asks for anything in return.

Although in the eyes of fellow villager Lu Yixuan, perhaps these sacrifices are nothing.

But Zhang Yimu couldn't think about it like this!

People's hearts are fleshy. Others praise him wholeheartedly and support him like this, but he has never been able to produce any decent results in return.

After this kind of help is too much, it will become more and more heavy psychological burden and pressure!

So more than two years ago, seeing that Lu Yixuan had gradually faded out of the company's front-line work, he also resolutely chose to leave Universal Pictures and returned to the mainland to develop. He wanted to prove himself, he wanted to do With some achievements, I hope to let Lu Yixuan see that his silent help and support for many years has not been in vain. Zhang Yimu deserves the help and support. Zhang Yimu is not a person who only knows how to ask but does not know how to return .

Unfortunately, his choice still ended in failure.

Two years passed by in a blink of an eye, when he was most lost and hesitant, it was Lu Yixuan who stretched out the most powerful hand to him, gave him the opportunity to invest in filming, and was full of ardent expectations for him, and praised in public, In less than three years, he will become the most famous director in the mainland in one fell swoop.

Really, the parents who gave birth to me.

The one who recreates my acre is only my fellow Lu Yixuan!

If a person's heart could be plucked out without dying, he would really be willing to take out a knife at any time, gouge out the heart and cut out the lungs in person, and show Lu Yixuan to have a closer look, Zhang Yimu is definitely not that ungrateful wolf-hearted person.

Lu Yixuan sat up from the carriage and glared at Zhang Yimu: "Did you hear what I said? Don't be silly, did I say anything just now?"

"Uh……"

Zhang Yimu scratched his forehead in embarrassment, "Boss Lu, I really heard you shouting 'she's just a child', it was really loud, you must have just talked in your sleep!"

The big old king turned his head and sneered: "Hey, the surname is Lu, if you call it, you will call it, like a thief, there is nothing to hide, I can still hear you calling someone's name, it seems to be calling Qiao Huihui ... Right Yimu, you heard it too, yes yes yes, what Qiao Xiaohui is calling, I can really hear it..."

Lu Yixuan jumped up, bent over and climbed to the front of the carriage, staring at the old man: "Wang, what else did you hear?"

The fact that the old man could say the words Qiao Xiaohui out of his mouth already spoke volumes.

Isn't Qiao Xiaohui the name of his little wife in his previous life.

However, I was lying in the carriage just now, and it was obvious that I was not asleep at all, and my eyes were round and round all the time, so I inadvertently yelled "she is just a child", how could I let the big old bastard You bastard, you know the name Qiao Xiaohui?

Is this gone ghost?

Chapter 1033

Chapter 1033

Lao Mo had been waiting outside the village for a long time, and when he saw three strangers approaching in a mule cart, he guessed that this was the arrival of the distinguished guest he was waiting for, so he waved and shouted from afar: " Are you friends from the south?"

"Wow, yes yes yes, we are, you are Lao Mo, you can see the living real person!" The old man jumped off the shaft of the car early, leaving his luggage behind, and rushed to Lao Mo in the first place.

Lu Yixuan also jumped out of the car, and Zhang Yimu also jumped out of the car behind: "My fellow, thank you for taking us so far."

Zhang Yimu thanked the old driver, and when he heard Lu Yixuan indicating that there was cigarettes in the luggage roll, he dug out a pack and handed it to the old driver, a pack of Hardmen with flip-top filters in a hard box, this is good smoke, the old driver When I saw it, my mouth almost became a dipper with joy.

"Yimu, show off your style. I will leave all the rest of the matter to you. From now on, you are already the director of the "Red Sorghum" film crew, and you have negotiated everything with the great writer Mo. , remember, don’t take me as a big boss anymore, I’m now your sidekick pony.”

Seeing Zhang Yimu busy getting luggage from the car, Lu Yixuan also held hands beside him, and took the opportunity to give Zhang Yimu some advice.

On the way here, it was agreed that Lu Yixuan would be the shopkeeper for all the things like setting up the crew and filming when he returned to the mainland, and would no longer participate in it. He would only be responsible for providing all the funds needed for the crew.

Originally, Lu Yixuan wanted to sign a contract with Zhang Yimu, but he refused to live and die, and only wanted to work in filming. As for other than filming, in the future, after the film is released, it will make money or lose money. , In this life, I will be sold to Huanyu Pictures to work, and if I make any money, all proceeds will belong to Huanyu Pictures.

Zhang Yimu is determined to repay the kindness of his hometown Lu Yixuan with his works.

As for other things, he doesn't care too much. It is already a big gain for him to be able to invest and shoot two movies from his hometown Lu Yixuan.

Hearing Lu Yixuan's remonstrance, Zhang Yimu nodded excitedly: "Brother Lu...don't worry, I'll take care of things properly." I really got used to calling boss, and suddenly changed to calling brother, this To Zhang Yimu, these two words mean a lot.

Lao Mo greeted Pharaoh, and the two of them ran back to the mule cart.

The old man grinned and greeted Lao Mo, and Lao Mo also made a joke. He caught a glimpse of the cigarette case in the old man's hand, and said in his heart that this distinguished guest from the south is generous, and he will give such good cigarettes.

"Hello, Writer Mo, we finally meet! I'm Zhang Yimu, I talked to you on the phone..." Zhang Yimu put down the luggage roll in his hand, stepped forward excitedly and held Lao Mo's hand with both hands.

"Wow, hello, hello, it's a great honor to receive your love."

Lao Mo is an authentic farmer. Even if he is a well-known cultural person in ten miles and eight towns, his clothes are neat and tidy, and he can't see the particularity of a cultural person.

Zhang Yimu let go of Lao Mo's hand, and introduced Lu Yixuan: "Writer Mo, this is...uh, Xiao Lu, the logistics manager of our "Red Sorghum" crew."

Zhang Yimu obviously couldn't get used to the feeling of pretending to be a big head in front of Lu Yixuan, and almost slipped his mouth. The big old king on the side laughed when he saw it, but was glared at by Lu Yixuan, and immediately crept up. .

There is no way, they all say that one thing falls one thing.

Ever since he drank three bottles of 'baijiu' at Lu Yixuan's home in Nanzhen City, the old man really felt a little timid about Lu Yixuan.

For the big old king who is not afraid of anything, that is really quite unusual.

Lao Mo and Lu Yixuan also greeted each other with a warm handshake, and then greeted the three of them to go back to the village together: "You must be starving after driving such a long way, don't say anything else, let's go back to the village to eat Come on, let's go, let me get this luggage..."

Several people scrambled to give in to each other, and finally the politeness was over, and they followed each other to the village.

From now on, Lu Yixuan has completely put himself in the role of a small follower, giving Zhang Yimu all the opportunities to show his face. In fact, his choice is undoubtedly the most sensible, after all, in his previous life, these two were due to drama. They got married, and later became confidantes and old friends for a lifetime. How can the relationship be general.

On the contrary, if he comes forward to deal with great writers and discuss cooperation, the effect is not known. Regardless of the effect, he will pave the way first and then let Zhang Yimu take over. If he really wants to go on like this... I haven't seen the current Yimu Everyone lacks self-confidence to what extent.

So when it's time to let go, you really have to let go.

Don't you know that Li Jueyuan, who is still trapped in the "conscious barrier" and can't get rid of himself, is already a good lesson for the past.

Furthermore, who is the Yimu master, and who is the great writer.

Fucking these people's leisurely minds is really asking for trouble, and it's too much to put money on one's face.

Not too long ago, a group of people had already stepped into the village. A group of urchins in the village were playing around, and suddenly the elder Wang asked the writer Mo: "Brother Mo, is there a girl named Xiaohui in your village named Qiao? "

Wo Nima ~~~