Rise of the Richest Man Reborn

Hearing the bastard Big Old Wang mentioning the name Qiao Xiaohui again, and it sounded like he was fighting with the Great Writer because he was lucky enough to die, Lu Yixuan really wanted to step forward and kick the Big Old Wang to death, but...don't bother This bastard grandson is wonderful, god damn thing, I still haven't figured out how this bastard grandson knows Qiao Xiaohui's name.

But it’s okay, you only know a name, you grandson bastard can ask the great writer, it proves that you only know a person’s name.

Anyway, my Xiaohui is not from the same village as the writer Mo Da!

As expected, Lao Mo was shaking his head: "There are people with the surname Qiao in the village. The surname Qiao is the surname of Gaomi, but there is only a girl named Xiaohui. It seems that there is no one in our village!"

"How could there be no such thing!"

The big old king still didn't believe it, and said unwillingly: "Maybe everyone in your village is called by baby names.

Let me ask you this way, in your village, there is a person named Qiao who is beautiful, aged between 23 and [-], unmarried...

No, no, it doesn't matter if you're married or not,

Anyway, they are about the same age, pretty, and have worked in other places, or been to the capital, or to the south, are there girls like this?

No no no,

Maybe even younger,

fourteen……

Uh, about fifteen or sixteen years old,

That's right, it's just a pretty girl who is fifteen or sixteen years old? "

Chapter 1034 Unexpected Misunderstanding and Truth

Chapter 1034 Unexpected Misunderstanding and Truth

The way Lao Mo looked at the big old king suddenly changed, and he said with extra vigilance: "What are you going to do?"

The old man was so focused on finding out who Qiao Xiaohui was, he didn't notice the change in writer Mo Da's expression, and turned his head to look at Lu Yixuan first, seeing that Lu Yixuan was still following the old god, don't worry Not Xu, mysteriously said: "Don't worry about what you are doing, first tell me if there is a little girl with this number in your village?"

Old Mo stopped where he was, and threw the luggage in his hands on the ground: "You guys go! Outsiders like you are not welcome in Ping'an Village!"

As he spoke, he ignored the reaction of the three of them, angrily put his hands behind his back and stalked his neck, and walked into the village.

Seeing this, Zhang Yimu hurriedly shouted from behind, but there was no answer. After seeing the five or six steps forward, Writer Mo suddenly stood still, whimpered and turned around: "By the way, where is my manuscript?" ? I want to take back my manuscript, you people, even if my manuscript is torn up, it will not be used by you again!"

Zhang Yimu rushed forward and explained.

The big old Wang just woke up and realized what stupid thing he did just now, he slapped his forehead in annoyance, looked at Lu Yixuan behind him who was staring at him with a sneer with a guilty conscience, and also hurried forward, and kept his company with Lao Mo. No, let me tell you, don't misunderstand me, and repeatedly ensure that the three of them are good and decent people, and things are not what Lao Mo thinks.

The great writer Mo was not willing to listen, he hid away angrily, and warned Jean to return his manuscript quickly, otherwise the villagers would be called to clean them up.

Seeing that his bad mouth caused a catastrophe, the old man scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously, and Zhang Yimu was even more flustered. He hurriedly searched for things, found out their letters of introduction, and looked for Huanyu Pictures. After getting out the entrusted responsibility letter, he turned over his own personal documents. Anyway, it was a bunch of documents that were stuffed into the arms of the great writer.

"Writer Mo, we are really not bad people, don't get me wrong!"

"Yes, yes, yes, writer Mo, my name is Wang Huole, I am actually from the capital, and I am quite well-known in the literary circles of the capital. "Many works have been published on these media. In fact, I also brought a copy of my own work this time. I want to talk to like-minded writer friends like you about the ideal feelings of literary creation. Really, really , I promise, I have to tell a half-truth, so that I will be hit with thunderbolts and die..."

After talking about it, he finally appeased the great writer Mo.

However, the great writer Mo obviously still has some opinions on the ruffian old king. This is because the first impression is bad.

Old Mo snorted angrily, "You just asked all kinds of questions, and you asked about the pretty girls in our village as soon as you came here. What do you mean?"

But it is also true, whoever meets such three unscrupulous uncles who come into the village and randomly asks if there are any beautiful girls in the village when they meet, and their expressions are still so wretched when they ask, probably will not get any good response.

Great writer, this is the nature of a literati, otherwise try another grumpy old farmer, and you will be called a ghost if you don’t make your eyes look like a close relative of the national treasure panda.

While Lao Mo was angrily asking questions, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lu Yixuan who remained calm and unmoved like an outsider. It felt a little strange, but he was obviously still a little uneasy.

So at this moment, even if Zhang Yimu's identity is confirmed and the identity of the big old king is confirmed, he is still vigilant and still has to ask the bottom line. Ask clearly, I don't plan to let the three of them into the village.

As for the fact that these three people came here on a special trip to adapt his manuscript into a movie.

This is all external affairs. A village is only that big, and the people in the village have lived together for several lifetimes. If you don’t grasp the true intention of strangers entering the village, who can rest assured.

For such a thing as luring a wolf into a house, he, Mo, would have his spine poked by the villagers for a lifetime.

The old man slapped himself a few times: "Old Mo, to tell you the truth, the three of us came together, did you see the boy next to him? He is actually looking for relatives. There is a long-lost sister named Qiao. Xiaohui's home address seems to be the area of ​​Dabei Township, Gaomi City, Lu Province..."

Don't mention how guilty the old man is for making up this lie.

While talking, he had to be careful that Lu Yixuan would get violent at any time, not to mention how much he was asking for trouble.

Fortunately, at this moment Lu Yixuan just stood aside with a calm face, not saying a word all the time, which comforted the uneasy heart of the elder king a little.

Writer Mo looked suspiciously at Lu Yixuan next to him: "If you're looking for relatives, do you have any photos or something, show them to me, maybe I can find some clues."

The old man quickly jumped in front of Lu Yixuan: "Yixuan, Yixuan, Yixuan...Hurry up...Hurry up and show Lao Mo the photo of Miss Xiaohui..."

Lu Yixuan kicked the old man's stomach with one kick.

The elder king had long been wary of Lu Yixuan's rampage, and jumped away in a hurry: "Look at you, you know that Miss Xiaohui's name is your taboo, and you won't let anyone mention it, but you can't either..."

Whoosh!

Lu Yixuan kicked again, this time he really kicked, the big old Wang was kicked on the ass by a guy, fell to the ground in embarrassment, covered in dust, "Damn, Lu, what the hell are you doing?" I’m really impatient, okay, I’ll tell you the truth, the name Qiao Xiaohui was told to me by Xie Chunying, and she told me that if I can help you when I get to Gaomi, I’ll try my best to find out for you..."

"What did you say? Chunying told you?"

"That's right!

Hmph, you surnamed Lu, you're such a super bastard, you already have a wife and children at home, why are you still...

Hmph, Xie Chunying told me what's so strange.

That night, after you drank three and a half bottles of white wine, I heard that you cried and made noise after returning home, said a lot of stupid things, and knelt down on your wife and...

Well, anyway, you confessed the name yourself.

Not only this name, you also said that there is another named Wu Lina...

You also said that the two most sorry women in this life are Wu Lina and Qiao Xiaohui...

Your surname Lu is so awesome and infatuated, even the reincarnated Love Saint is not as good as your surname Lu...

Damn, I'm just messing around, when I'm really willing to take care of your surname Lu..."

Fuck~~~

The news that the old man revealed so suddenly is really shocking!

Damn, it was a mistake to drink, it really was a mistake to drink, what the hell did I do that night?Unexpectedly... the two wives in the previous life, all confessed to Xie Chunying... This is, does this really mean that the life is too moist?

Chapter 1035 Farm Life

Chapter 1035 Farm Life

The courtyard of Lao Mo's house is not very big, but it is clean and tidy, and it is less messy in the small farmyard. The Spring Festival couplets on the gate of the courtyard have not faded, which somewhat shows the difference in the identity of the owner.

When a guest came in, the small farmyard suddenly became lively.

Lao Mo's wife is a woman with a loud voice, extraordinarily enthusiastic, and has the most unique straightforwardness of women in Lu Province. When a guest comes in, she greets her with water to wash her face, waits for the three of them to wash away the dust along the way, and then rushes back and forth. The dining table was set up, and a table of farm food was quickly brought out, and he was greeted to be seated: "Several distinguished guests have worked hard all the way, and rural people don't know how to cook good food. You can taste it if you try it..."

Lao Mo also greeted him.

The meal is really simple, a plate of finely cut pickles, topped with sesame oil and chopped green onion, it looks very tempting, another plate of scrambled eggs with chopped green onion, golden eggs with green chopped green onion, the color is also very gratifying Love, another plate of black noodle sauce mashed with garlic, this is a good thing for dinner, it looks inconspicuous, but it tastes special.

Of course, since he is from Lu Province, how could there be no scallions on the dinner table.

Six or seven scallions that are as thick as an adult's thumb, washed and peeled white and emerald green, are placed in a bamboo basket on one side, and on the other side are big soft white flour steamed buns.

Old Mo's wife was still busy carrying things out of the kitchen.

This time, four bowls of noodles were brought up on a plate, and a bowl was served in front of each of the four big men, "Everyone, eat quickly, eat while it's hot, the noodles can't be kept for too long, or you won't be able to make noodles." Dao. Don’t be polite when you come home. Our old Mo has been talking about your coming every day since he got the news a week ago. Now we are looking forward to your coming. Everyone eats and eats. Who wants garlic? I'll peel a few more cloves of garlic for you..."

"Sister-in-law, don't be so busy, sit down and eat together! The food you cook is really delicious, and I like to eat it. It's so good!"

"This big brother is really good at talking, hehehehe, since it's delicious, you can let go of your belly and eat it. You must enjoy it to your heart's content."

"Ha, it must be, this is too far away from the capital, otherwise I have to pack a few copies and take them home!"

"Hehehe... The meals of people in our hometown can't be served on the tables of people in the city. Big brother, you are too flattering!"

"It's impossible! It's impossible for people in the city to eat delicacies from mountains and seas every day. If we want to eat some fresh vegetables, we have to walk around the market to barely buy such a star..."

Sincerely convinced by this big old king, he really talks about wherever he goes, and he doesn't feel tired of talking, and he can't stop his broken mouth while eating.

But it's not bad. After experiencing such a small disturbance outside the village, this guy finally knows the depth of his words and knows how to keep the door shut. Lu Yixuan guessed that he wanted to continue to talk about Qiao Xiaohui with Lao Mo's wife. It is true that there is no such young girl in the village, but there are not all of them in the surrounding villages.

Anyway, I don't know what Xie Chunying told this bastard before leaving Nanzhen City. Lu Yixuan now feels more and more that he has jumped into a pit on his own initiative. His own big harem project was just a little bit difficult. It was getting better, but it was only now that I suddenly realized that maybe it was all an illusion. I really didn't have the slightest impression of what kind of shit happened to me on the night of the hangover.

But only because of Xie Chunying, she already knew about Qiao Xiaohui and Wu Lina...

And he also told the old king about this kind of thing...

Ugh!

What a beautiful life, why does he feel more and more that he is weaving an invisible big net with his own hands, and is binding the big net to his body little by little with his own hands.

"Xiao Lu, hurry up and eat noodles! There is no rush to find relatives. Don't get angry. After we finish eating, I will call some elders in the village. Let's inquire about it face to face and give advice. Maybe it will match up with the relatives in your memory, don't worry."

Maybe it was because Lu Yixuan was always depressed, so Lao Mo comforted him and encouraged him.

Lu Yixuan hastily waved his hand and refused: "No, no, no, no... Writer Mo, my personal affairs don't matter. After dinner, I'd like Director Zhang to talk to you about the adaptation of the film first. This is what needs to be rushed. In terms of season, if the time is late, it will be difficult to adjust, and the time will have to be delayed for a long, long time... Uh, I mean the sorghum field, the large expanse of red sorghum field that is connected to the ocean described in your novel, all the way here , We saw that the surrounding farmlands are almost all wheat fields. You have to think about this matter carefully. If you really want to make a movie like "Red Sorghum", there must be at least a red sorghum field of no less than [-] mu. And the kind that must be connected into pieces..."

Looking for relatives... looking for a ghost relative...

Where did my little wife live in my previous life? I am naturally clearer than any of you. They are all bastard bastards. the wrong decision making.

Lu Yixuan didn't dare to let the focus of this trip stay on his relative search.

While deliberately bringing the topic back to the movie script, he raised the biggest practical problem at the moment, kicked Zhang Yimu secretly with his foot under the table, and said to himself, Master Yimu, why are you so boring, now you It's the head of the three, show some director Zhang's style, you have to take the lead to guide the work, and don't let the big old Wang mess up the rhythm of our itinerary by hammering here and there.

On the way before coming here, Lu Yixuan had organized the shooting time of two movies for Master Yimu.

In view of the needs of filming the plot of "Red Sorghum", there must be patches of red sorghum fields that are as red as the sea. To plant in spring and harvest in autumn, it takes time to tend such a large sorghum field.

So this time they came to Gaomi to visit the writer Mo Da first. On the one hand, they wanted to meet the future Nobel Prize-winning writer in person. Let's see how to convince the villagers where to plant such a hundred mu of sorghum fields.

Then, after the finalization of the matter here, it is time to see where to film "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit".

If the overall arrangements are made in this way, and if everything goes well, within this year you, Director Zhang Da, will be able to release two good works in one go. With good works, you will be able to have a seat in the mainland market for you, Director Zhang Da.

Zhang Yimu was kicked awake by Lu Yixuan, saw Lu Yixuan giving him a look, and quickly nodded to show he understood.

In fact, Zhang Yimu also had a lot of headaches about the frequent incidents of the old man. This man's nonsense outside the village almost ruined the filming of "Red Sorghum".

He knew that Boss Lu was a little dissatisfied with his current slow performance when he kicked him.

But it's true, now is a great opportunity to prove myself, why do I have to be disturbed by the old man again and again, I have to show some courage, and I can't let the big boss down again.

Chapter 1036 Lao Mo's nostalgia

Chapter 1036 Lao Mo's nostalgia

The topic returned to the filming of "Red Sorghum", and Lao Mo immediately became serious. To be honest, his work can be turned into a movie. For a person engaged in literary creation, that kind of glory is really beyond words. Describe it.

Especially for people like Lao Mo, whose real identity is only that of a farmer, that kind of glory is even more unmatched by ordinary things.

In fact, Lao Mo has published a lot of articles in some domestic literary journals in the past two years, and has also received a lot of manuscript fees. In the village, people like him can 'leisure' at home all day without going to the fields. After working for a few days, writing a few pages of articles at will, and earning a lot of money for the family as soon as they are published, this is really the envy of the villagers.

However, the contribution this time, to be honest, really made Lao Mo very surprised and surprised. To be honest, until now, until these three foreigners have come to his home from a long distance, he is still a little bit afraid. believe.

After all, this is making a movie out of a story I wrote!

Such a good thing as making a movie fell on my head all of a sudden. Not to mention anything else, now I think back to the phone call I received a month ago. The person I was talking to on the phone had a very gentle and pleasant voice. My sister, the phone call at that time was actually quite strange. I actually asked him about the whereabouts of a person. Well, at that time, I was asking about the whereabouts of one of them, the director named Zhang Yimu.

How did he know director Zhang Yimu at that time!

But the most amazing place is here, the sister who called at that time, although she couldn't find anyone, she knew very well that he was a writer, and praised that his works were very good.

To be complimented by a sister with the most gentle Hong Kong and Taiwan accent in the world.

To be honest, Lao Mo’s bones were really shattered by the magical phone conversation at the time, and he didn’t know what to do in the end. The sister with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent asked him if he had any new masterpieces recently. If so, he is very welcome to contribute to their essay contest in the south, and he also said that there is a great chance that his work will win a prize of 10 yuan, and it can also be adapted into a movie...

Anyway!

At the beginning, Lao Mo was a little fascinated by the gentle request of the Hong Kong-Taiwan accent sister, so he decisively agreed to submit the manuscript on the phone. After hanging up the phone, he returned home and immediately took the newly completed "Red The Gaoliang Family" went to the post office and sent the manuscript out according to the address.

Doing this, at that time, Lao Mo really seemed to be possessed by a demon.