My daughter is so annoying

"How about a bonus for everyone's three months' salary at the end of the year? I'm not stingy, am I?"

Fang Cheng asked, "What about Hope Primary School?"

"We're working on it. Several schools have been built before. They're all called Chenghai Primary School, and they're mainly located in the southwest area."

"Just get it done, by the way, why didn't you call Jiangnan over?"

"Yes, but his company is also very busy, so he can't spare time."

The celebration banquet started at five o'clock in the evening and didn't end until ten o'clock in the evening. Of course, a group of men were drinking in the second half. After Fang Cheng was full, he took his wife and children and left halfway.

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Chapter 1 I don't like eating egg yolks

Once the summer vacation is over, Qingqing and Xiao Yuer will enter the second grade.

Fang Cheng became a full-time baby daddy, wholeheartedly taking the two caring little padded jackets to and from school, and spending the rest of the time at home with Yang Yueyue.

In the words of Guo Hai and Jiang Nan, Fang Cheng now is like a hermit who is not easily born. He loves his wife and raises daughters at home when he is out of the mountain, and the world will be turned upside down when he is out of the mountain.

Fang Cheng generally agrees with this statement.

……

We have guests at home today.

Zhang Shanfeng led Huang Ziyi, who had met once at the martial arts exchange meeting last time, to the house early in the morning.

This Huang Ziyi is the vice president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, and he is also an old man who specializes in martial arts instruction for some action movies.

"Yueyue, pour me two cups of tea."

Huang Ziyi said politely, "Don't bother, don't bother."

"Where is Senior Huang coming today?" Fang Cheng knew that the old man liked to go round and round, but he had to pick up his daughter at noon, so he asked straight to the point.

Yang Yueyue poured two cups of tea and placed them in front of the two old people.

"thank you"

Huang Ziyi was still a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he said: "I heard from Brother Zhang, you are a screenwriter, and you also have a film company in your hand?"

"Yes, I am indeed a screenwriter, but the company is only a brokerage company, and it has only invested in making movies in the last two years."

Huang Ziyi took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "That's right, I asked Brother Zhang to bring me here today because I want to ask you something."

Fang Cheng said respectfully: "You say."

"Can you help us, a group of people who practice traditional martial arts, write an action movie script about kung fu."

"what?"

Fang Cheng was a little puzzled.

What does it mean to come all the way to find yourself to write a script?

Zhang Shanfeng saw that Huang Ziyi didn't get to the point for a long time, so he simply interrupted: "Why are you embarrassed to say this, isn't it because you are looked down upon by a foreign director and want to make a movie to prove yourself."

Fang Cheng still didn't quite understand.

Zhang Shanfeng began to explain slowly...

After Zhang Shanfeng finished speaking, Fang Cheng finally understood.

It turned out that some time ago, a Chinese-foreign joint venture action film started shooting in China. Huang Ziyi was introduced to the crew as a martial arts instructor. As a result, a foreign director surnamed Smith looked down on Huang Ziyi's kung fu. After some special effects and sarcasm, Director Smith directly kicked Huang Ziyi out of the crew.

As an old senior in the circle, Huang Ziyi couldn't stand this kind of anger.

After he went home and thought about it, he decided to take out all his wealth and prepare to make an action movie that could prove himself.

But even though he had been in various production groups for so many years, he didn't know anything about scripts, so he asked around in his circle of friends.

Finally, he asked Zhang Shanfeng about it, and when he learned that Fang Cheng was the screenwriter, he asked Zhang Shanfeng to bring him to the door.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized.

These days, there are indeed many people who do not understand traditional martial arts to ridicule Chinese Kungfu.

Some time ago, there was a news that a master Ma who claimed to be a master of Hunyuan Xingyi Taijiquan was killed by a boxer. The topic of "Is traditional Kung Fu useful?" has been searched several times.

After Fang Cheng listened, he nodded and said, "I understand, but if you want to make a movie, you need to invest a lot of money. Senior Huang, can you...?"

Not finished yet.

Huang Ziyi said: "I still have 300 million deposits, and I have two houses in Shanghai. If I don't have enough money, I can use the house as collateral to get a bank loan."

Fang Cheng said with a smile: "300 million is about the same for a low-cost movie, but you may not be able to invite any famous actors to help."

"You don't need stars, we have so many kung fu masters in our martial arts association, and they are all extraordinary, much better than the kung fu of those triangle cats of action actors."

"In this case, not many people will go to see this movie. In other words, you may not get back your old investment of 300 million yuan."

Huang Ziyi had figured it out a long time ago, and he said without hesitation: "I don't ask for anything in return, I just want to tell those foreigners and those young people in China who think our traditional martial arts are useless, that kung fu actually exists! It can also be played. of!"

I didn't expect that at such a young age, he was quite temperamental.

Fang Cheng suddenly felt that the little old man with beard and staring eyes was a bit cute.

Huang Ziyi said sincerely: "Xiao Fang, I can only ask you for help in this matter, please think about it."

"Senior Huang's words are serious, so let me think about it carefully. If I have creative inspiration, I will call you."

"Okay, okay." Huang Ziyi said three good times in a row, looking very excited.

Fang Cheng was a little emotional.

It's really not easy for the little old man. He has been a martial arts instructor for decades in the film industry, but he was kicked out of the film crew by the director in the end. Originally, a 300 million deposit was enough to enjoy his old age, but the little old man is still so bloody. He is indeed a person who has practiced kung fu.

The three chatted for more than two hours, and it was almost eleven o'clock when Fang Cheng sent the two of them away.

Fang Cheng was lying on the sofa with his neck in his arms. Yang Yueyue cut a fruit plate, strung it with a toothpick, and fed it to Fang Cheng piece by piece.

"Are you thinking about the script?"

"I can't help it, as you have seen, the two old seniors came to the door personally and asked me to help. I can't help this favor."

Yang Yueyue muttered: "I've never seen a movie that can be made with only 300 million."