Chapter 79 The Financial Owner The water was particularly heavy in late summer that year.
Heavy rains continued in various southern provinces, and the crew withdrew their troops and returned to camp to find a solution after returning to Beijing.
When Pei Yan was idle in Beijing, he visited his father-in-law with food and told Uncle Zhuang, "Your son has been feeling ill lately.
His waist is not working anymore.
He is in the hospital for treatment.
Your uncle came here on his behalf."
"Just be satisfied, you still have a brother-in-law, others don't have one.
"Really, if your son marries a wife, he may not be as filial as me.
Now the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is particularly bad.
Not everyone is as handsome, lively and generous as me."
After hearing this, Uncle Zhuang nodded his head and agreed very much.
He told the truth with a twitch of his mouth: "From now on, you can come alone.
Don't bring A Xiao.
I don't need to see him."
"Yo" Pei Yan complained to his uncle, "You really love me, you really love your son."
"You are more fun than him."
Uncle Zhuang muttered.
Pei Yan smiled: "Yes, I am fun, I am indeed fun."
Once when they both drove downstairs, Zhuang Xiao pulled the handbrake and motioned to Mr.
Pei with his eyes: "Otherwise, you can go ahead."
Pei Yan stared at the other party: "Whose father is this?"
Zhuang Xiao shook his head: "The old man treats you so well and is happy to see you.
He won't be happy when he sees me, so I won't go."
"Then you can't let your father treat you.
You're such a virtuous person.
You can't coax him with just a few nice words."
Pei Yan pinched Zhuang Xiao's neck and shook him.
Xiao had an expression on his face that said he would not give up until the end.
He leaned on the car seat and remained motionless, which was frustrating.
Uncle Zhuang often sat under the window, rummaging through the pile of old boxes and various newspaper clippings and movie pictorials that had been accumulated for more than 20 years.
There are stills and reports on the martial arts movies he made back then, as well as photos of his son making movies when he was a teenager.
They are all memories one after another, but some memories have been fragmented in the real world, and the scenery will never come back.
"Hey, why don't you come and learn?"
Uncle Zhuang gestured with his palms and came over mysteriously.
"What to study?"
Pei Yan said.
"Learn your skills, your special moves.
Beat that bastard for me.
I can't beat him."
Uncle Zhuang said.
“大爷您原来是真爱我啊哈哈哈”裴琰大笑，笑完收敛了，正色道，“我不学了，我那么稀罕您儿子，我可舍不得揍他。
"Besides, you let me learn your tricks secretly.
Zhuang Xiao really can't beat me next time.
He should lose face.
Why should I let him lose face?
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I just like to see him look so handsome and awesome.
"Really, my Brother Xiao is so awesome and handsome, haha."
There are still entertainment reporters who occasionally come to harass Uncle Zhuang, trying to get out of his mouth some trivial quarrels between father and son.
Zhuang Wenlong occasionally complained, scolding his son for being unfilial and considerate to him, but he never revealed to outsiders that there was a gentleman named Pei who was extremely filial and considerate to him.
He was their uncle.
He dared to make random noises about other things, but he never mentioned this matter and kept his mouth shut.
Is this person out of his mind?
Is he stupid?
In life, the highest state is to pretend to be stupid so that others think you are unconscious, but the old guy actually understands better than anyone else.
If this love affair comes out, my uncle will no longer be able to come over to deliver cakes, chat with him, and do boxing exercises with him in the morning.
This precious uncle may one day become someone else's uncle.
This line of work is rare.
So keep it secret, no one can tell the old drunkard that he has a clear mind and is not really confused no matter how much he drinks.
During that period, Zhuang Xiao was escorted to the hospital by his assistant every day to undergo traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture to relieve old injuries on his waist.
This is also treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, and cannot solve the wear and tear caused by long-term hard work.
There is no one who does martial arts without injuries.
They are all covered in bruises.
Bright injuries, hidden injuries; visible injuries, invisible injuries.
Dragon Wars is about to be released, and Jiahuang has already arranged a series of promotional roadshow activities, traveling to seven or eight cities from north to south, and both Kung Fu starring actors will participate.
The market has been sluggish for the past year, and it’s unclear how much the box office will be.
Zhuang Xiao came back in the evening and was still helped by his assistant as he walked into the house.
He walked very slowly and it seemed that he couldn't move his waist.
Photos of this miserable appearance have already been posted on the Internet before the person came back from the hospital.
The major hospitals in the imperial capital are crowded with people.
Every time Zhuang Daxia enters the hospital to see a doctor, he will encounter fans.
He supports his waist with one hand and is supported by his assistant while walking through the corridor.
Many people have seen this real tragic scene.
Fans asked him how he injured his waist, and Zhuang Xiao said, "I accidentally injured it while filming."
The double mattress has been removed and cannot be used.
Zhuang Xiao lay down on the hard bed at night, turned his head slightly, and said to the person behind him: "I'm sorry, please sleep in the guest room for a few days."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Pei Yan whispered, "Don't make me feel sorry for you."
"I feel sorry for you.
Give me a plate of chicken," Zhuang Xiao buried his face in the pillow, "Let's have a blast."
"It's so annoying."
Pei Yan slapped Mr.
Zhuang's butt sideways.
In this position, it was not convenient for him to ejaculate.
He opened the opponent's pants and bit a big tooth mark on the strong flesh.
Zhuang Xiao frowned.
He remembered something: "I'm going to Tianjin for a publicity road show in two days.
You come with me to meet some friends."
Zhuang Xiao asked: "Who are you meeting?"
Pei Yan said: "Well, the one who gave me the tattoo.
Are you friends?
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Let's meet together."
"Go on your own."
Zhuang Xiao looked back at him, "Where do you want Wenwen?"
His eyes slid down to Pei Yan's lower body: "In front, behind, where do you have room?"
Pei Yan glanced at the other party: "I have plenty of space in front and back."
"If you have a butt, you can draw flowers everywhere, and you're even drawing on the balls."
Zhuang Xiao had dimples on his face, his eyes showing disgust, "If you draw any more, I won't have any room to poke you." " "I stabbed you.
If you can, don't pretend to have a backache with me."
Pei Yan pressed forward fiercely and scratched the other person's itchy flesh.
Then, he was so obsessed and so bold that he used one finger to fuck his man's anus through his pajamas.
One finger went in almost half an inch.
Zhuang Xiao said "Ah" and his whole body tensed up as his reaction was huge.
Zhuang Xiao suddenly opened his demonic hand, turned around as soon as he turned over, and blocked his back door from being touched.
There was a lot of jumping on the bed.
Normally he would say "I'll let you go" easily and generously, but when he was really poked, he had the expression and posture of a male lion wanting to duel.
He knew it was the right spot as soon as he touched it.
No one had ever touched it before.
That "ah" sound made Pei Yan blush and her ears were hot.
She faced this tempting and masculine body every day, but she couldn't move.
If he persists in making demands, Zhuang Xiao will not refuse to "reciprocate as courtesy" and may just comply.
However, he felt that Zhuang Xiao was still very straight mentally and physically, and he didn't really like it.
A few days later, the publisher held an in-circuit trial screening of Dragon Wars at the Tianjin Theater to promote the film.
After the test screening, the boss wanted to entertain them at the famous local time-honored "Ziyunlou" restaurant.
In the large private room, Zhuang Xiao finally saw the "Brother Xiu" who was dressed in floral embroidery and had a bun hairdo, his name was Mao Zhixiu.
Miss Mao was holding a long cigarette in her mouth.
She had fair eyebrows and an air of fairy.
She looked like she was no ordinary girl.
Mao Zhixiu hugged Mr.
Pei affectionately, took out the cigarette and handed it to Pei Yan's mouth: "Yanyan, would you like to try it?"
"I won't smoke," Pei Yan waved his head, "You can smoke it for him."
When Mao Zhixiu saw Zhuang Xiao, he smiled and moved Pei Yan aside with a wink, and stopped hugging him.
He took out his cigarette and passed it on.
"I've quit smoking.
I only smoke one cigarette."
Zhuang Xiao said and took the cigarette.
Mao Zhixiu turned on the lighter and put out a bunch of flames.
He smiled brightly, his slender eyes flashed with strange light, and suddenly rushed the burning lighter towards Zhuang Xiao's face.
Zhuang Xiao reacted very quickly, and instead of hitting or grabbing, he flicked the numb tendons on the opponent's wrist with two fingers.
Mao Zhixiu was so numb that he quickly retracted his hand.
The lighter flew out.
Zhuang Xiao grabbed the burning lighter from the air, closed the lighter lid with a "pop", and the flame went out in his hand.
Zhuang Xiao opened his hand and handed the lighter with residual warmth back to the girl.
"It's so annoying, you all can take your time."
Pei Yan rolled his eyelids, but his lips couldn't hide the childlike pride.
He wanted to shake the good things away so that everyone could see them.
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Brother Xiao is his pride.
Haha Mao Zhixiu made an embarrassed expression and smiled brightly and heartily: "Mr.
Zhuang, don't mind if I'm joking.
Our boss, Mr.
Yan, has always hoped to have the opportunity to pay homage to you in person.
It's rare that you can take advantage of it, and a group of us cats will also take advantage of it."
Tiancai, I’ve seen it all today.”
"You're welcome."
Zhuang Xiao nodded, "I don't know many people, so I don't really know the person you're talking about."
"Well, you don't need to know him, he knows you."
Mao Zhixiu took another cigarette and blew out a ring of smoke, "You are not an important person.
If you go back and sign for him, he will be overjoyed.
He is One of your old fans" This round of test screenings of "Dragon Fighting Tianguan" was quite successful.
The theater was filled with insiders, cultural celebrities, and business owners with business dealings.
The older people get, the more deeply they have a deep affection for this kind of classic and pure martial arts movies, and they are very willing to follow them.
When the movie's final credits rolled, the credits flashed past, the theater lights came on, and several middle-aged boss-looking people stood among the seats, still chatting.
The light and shadow of the big screen reflected on the faces of these people, and they were so immersed in it that they couldn't get enough of it, spitting stars flying everywhere.
"You young people don't understand this anymore.
Brother, who was our favorite female star back then?
Do you know that what we loved to watch was Nie Xiaoqian, Zixia, and Aunt Thirteen watched these every day in the dormitory when she was in college?
Have you ever heard of the saying that marrying a wife should be married to the thirteenth aunt?
Was that what we poor losers thought back then?
The goddess in the film.
The movies we loved to watch at that time were old movies of this style, such as Swordsman, The Lion King, New Dragon Gate Inn, and screen heroes such as Huang Feihong and Linghu Chong.
Really, this type of movies are now Movies are no longer so popular and have become outdated, and fewer and fewer people are willing to invest in making movies.”
There are fewer and fewer movies of this type nowadays, and they are outdated.
And what everyone remembers in their hearts, what is immortal, is their past love and that period of blazing youth.
The image of the righteous hero Bo Yuntian in those days is now concretely and substantively condensed into a certain person, as if the white moonlight and cinnabar mole on the hearts of many people have been recreated on the screen.
Therefore, it is reasonable for a certain hero to be enthusiastically sought after during the screening.
Many people came to talk to Zhuang Xiao, make friends, and pass them cigarettes and drinks.
"Mr.
Zhuang, have you ever been a soldier before?
If you look like this, have you ever been a soldier with this skill?"
A boss chased Zhuang Xiao and asked.
At this glance, a group of new fans have arrived who haven't had time to research the idol's information online.
"No, except for being on a variety show, living in a military camp for a few days, being criticized and trained, that doesn't count."
Zhuang Xiao said honestly, "But I admire soldiers."
In fact, Zhuang Xiao's hairstyle is very confusing, his temperament is cold, and his aura is very hard.
Others asked, "You have scars on the corner of your forehead and on your brow bone.
They thought it was a wound left by a soldier in the army."
Zhuang Xiao said it was accidentally done while filming Pei Yan looked on from the side and was too embarrassed to interrupt.
Only he knew how Zhuang Xiao got the scars on his face and forehead.
His father-in-law once threw a wine bottle at Zhuang Xiao's face in front of him, which almost caused new wounds to pile up old marks.
How many people can understand the bitterness of the past.
At the dinner party at "Ziyun Tower", there was another round of warm greetings.
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After dinner, the bosses took the two kung fu stars to the "Yu Run Paradise" in the city to continue practicing boxing and kicking kung fu.
Zhuang Xiao excused himself first, and of course Pei Yan wouldn't go either.
He knew very well what their local "Yurun Paradise" was like, it was a place for hunting pheasants and tasting tender ducks.
A boss smiled at them, and they all went together to get a high-end version of the general health care.
It could not only relieve worries and relieve boredom, but also strengthen the body.
It opened up the Ren and Du meridians and made all the nine orifices of the body feel particularly comfortable.
Two men, Zhuang and Pei, were present at the table, and there were no female companions around them.
The bosses used common sense to assume that they needed nightlife services.
In the past, we often received stars from all walks of life who came here for tours.
They were all famous celebrities from the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and three places.
Regardless of whether they were single or married, eight out of ten were for young ladies, and the remaining two were probably for public relations gentlemen.
Privately, all of them show their true temperament and are bold and unrestrained.
They travel to all over the country and are determined to taste the most beautiful things in the world.
Meeting these two kung fu movie stars, it’s quite strange that they both don’t like this and don’t go to the sauna.
Unfortunately, Mr.
Yan, whom Ms.
Mao introduced, didn't show up at the dinner party, and didn't even talk to each other.
He had something to worry about in advance, and called before leaving to pay for them.
"The character is important, are you busy?"
Pei Yan was slightly disappointed, "I'm hurrying to sign a big deal."
"What kind of big deal are you signing?"
Mao Zhixiu held his chopsticks in a delicate manner while chewing, "I'm going home to coax people."
"Are you so cowardly?"
Pei Yan suddenly wanted to laugh.
Mao Zhixiu nodded and said: "Today was originally a special banquet for Mr.
Zhuang.
Mr.
Yan, our boss, has a rather partial interest.
He usually likes to practice swordsmanship and boxing, so I have admired Mr.
Zhuang for a long time and really want to know a lot of him.
He still runs out to chase stars at an old age, and he also pays for theaters and meals.
He spends a lot of money, and someone in the family is not happy, so they call him back and deal with him, haha."
This thing was so damn ridiculous that Pei Yan laughed out loud.
Zhuang Xiao sat across from the round table and listened to the chats of several people present.
He kept mentioning Mr.
Yan and calling him "Master Dao".
It was a business owner at their local port, surnamed Yan, nicknamed Xiaodao, who was engaged in real estate, port trade and ocean shipping in the city and new areas.
This person is probably also interested in film and television.
He has a handful of spare money and is thinking about investing in this area.
Zhuang Xiao pinched a cigarette at the table but did not smoke it.
He kept pinching the shredded tobacco in the cigarette and remained silent for a long time.
Pei Yan was absent-minded and was still chatting privately with Zhixiu, "I'm still not writing about new flowers."
He talked too much and was dazzled by it.
"The two words in the palindrome are so beautiful.
What's his reaction?"
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"Is his reaction particularly touching?
Don't ask, can you not ask about something so private?"
" Zhuang Xiao asked Miss Mao coldly, do you, Mr.
Yan, smoke and drink?
When everyone got up to leave after dinner, Zhuang Xiao asked the waiter of the restaurant and asked for a bottle of the best wine in the restaurant.
A large bottle of red wine with very high-end packaging was as heavy as a cannon in the hand.
Zhuang Xiao turned around and asked Mr.
Pei quietly: "I don't understand either.
Do you think this bottle is ready?"
Pei Yan was quite surprised at that time.
What are you doing?
You don't drink.
This wine is not cheap.
This bottle is really not cheap.
Zhuang Xiao is rarely willing to spend money on luxury goods like this without blinking an eye.
Isn't the other party an "old fan" here to ask for an autograph?
He took out a signature pen and solemnly signed his name and the date of payment on the paper label on the bottle.
He handed it to Miss Mao along with a note with his mobile phone number written on it.
Still feeling uneasy, I filled in my manager's number on the note, fearing that the other party wouldn't be able to contact me, so I handed it to Miss Mao to give it to me on my behalf.
Pei Yan didn't expect Zhuang Xiao to be so capable and was very surprised.
Zhuang Xiao never thought that one day he would do such a thing of flattering someone and take the initiative to offer his hand to his big boss.
This "signature" was definitely signed with great attentiveness and meaning.
In the eyes of outsiders who didn't know the truth, they thought he was preparing to change his family and sell himself for glory.
I was also forced into this.
It's not enough to sell one's body, but one can still handle it by selling one's face and one's kidneys.
He didn't want to discuss some worrying matters with Pei Yan, let alone the pot that wasn't boiling, but both of them knew in their hearts that there was no point in holding on to it.
The purpose of praying to gods and Buddhas was to be able to stretch and bend at critical moments.
Yanyan is young and energetic, and will definitely be unyielding and would rather break than bend.
So, let’s do this shameless thing by ourselves.
A few days later, the team went to Tianjin again, this time to inspect and negotiate for the filming locations needed for reshoots.
There is never enough money to spend, and suitable and cheap locations are hard to find.
They went to Tianjin North Railway Station.
This train station is also very historical.
It was built since the late Qing Dynasty.
During the Republic of China, various presidents and political figures used to travel between the platform carriages of this station.
In the past two years, the station has reduced its passenger transport operations and basically no trains.
There is still an old retired train parked on the railway track.
The platform overpass still maintains its original color that has not been modified for hundreds of years.
A layer of rain curtains is hung from the roof eaves.
This place is about to be turned into a special location.
We are ready to open a film and television base.
Pei Yan came here with the producer and director, and worked hard by herself, visiting and touching every part of the station, overpass, railway tracks and carriages.
"This section of the track is enough, and the picture will be used here.
Then special effects will be added in post-production, and the background of the Chengdu Plain will be pasted back."
"I just wanted to film Bai He jumping off the train.
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He jumped off the train here, and then the train entered the station.
There happened to be an overpass on the roof of the train."
"Then let's consider minor revisions to the storyboard and add a few overpass shots."
Pei Yan kept gesticulating with body language on the platform.
"The train pulled into the station from here.
Zhuang Xiao and I climbed up to the overpass from the roof of the car.
The height is about the same.
You can go up and a small group of Japanese soldiers rush out, and then The two of us climbed up the railing from here, walked around, exchanged gunfire, and climbed up to the hospital building opposite, which happened to be an old building from the Republic of China.
Finally, Captain Zhuang was injured and fell from the building and was captured.
He fell here.
This is the place.
If you want to come here, A panoramic view, the camera pans up from here "Is this okay?
The director is also okay.
"Is this the scene we need?"
He talked too much and his voice became hoarse.
Silently, someone next to me handed me a bottle of water.
Pei Yan took it over without looking and twisted it, and found that the cap of the bottle had been unscrewed very thoughtfully.
He raised his neck and drank the entire bottle of water without losing his breath.
After drinking, he handed it back behind his back.
Zhuang Xiao took it and said, "You don't even see clearly what water is given to you, so just drink it."
Pei Yan shook his head and said, "I will drink whatever water you give me."
My throat is tired and I am too lazy to say another word.
Another big red bump appeared near his eyebrows, and it happened to be on his eyebrows, close to the center of his eyebrows.
It made him look like a handsome monk, with a red mole appearing between his eyebrows.
Zhuang Xiao touched the big bag lightly with his finger, and it hurt Pei Yan with just one finger.
He frowned.
Are you worried about getting angry?
The big boil on your face hurts, and your gums are swollen.
Last night, he wanted to ride Zhuang Xiao, bury his face in the opponent's shoulder, and bite the opponent's chest and shoulders like a wolf dog.
Zhuang Xiao didn't let him ride, but he didn't stop him from biting people like crazy.
There were marks on his chest that looked like wolf gnaws.
It was on this day, at exactly this time, Zhuang Xiao's cell phone rang.
He picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and said quickly: "You are Mr.
Yan, I am Zhuang Xiao.
"We are at Tianjin North Railway Station now.
Are you near here?
I can go and find you.
"Okay, we'll wait" It was a coincidence that day.
The group of people walked back and forth several times in the station in a light wind and drizzle.
It was always raining.
The sky is filled with gloom, which envelopes the manic and depressed people, making them breathless.
However, just when the person on the opposite side came over, the rain suddenly stopped, stopping in the sight of each other looking at each other from afar, stopping in the middle of the hurried footsteps.
The man in a suit came down the stairs, strode onto the platform, and walked along the railway track in this direction, looking around.
Zhuang Xiao is also looking for someone.
As soon as they raised their eyes, their eyes met.
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The two sides raised their hands across the railroad tracks and said hello from a distance.
A dazzling light broke through the clouds from the zenith, and a light golden color sprinkled on the railway tracks.
A rainbow first appeared through the water vapor, showing a bright and moving face.
The sky actually cleared up like this.
Neither party has to identify themselves, they will know each other as soon as they see each other.
The visitor actually took the wrong passage, went down the wrong stairs, and had already gone down to the opposite platform.
Zhuang Xiao quickly gestured to say hello: This way, this way, go around.
The man looked up at the long staircase.
He had just come down the stairs.
Climbing the stairs was so tiring.
The man waved proudly to Zhuang Xiao, took off his suit jacket, and then jumped out in one step.
Get off the platform. ah Jumped.
Zhuang Xiao also realized that the platform on this side has been abandoned and has long been closed to traffic.
The other party is a local snake and must be more familiar with this place than they are from afar.
The person strode across the railroad tracks and ran over with a smile.
Wearing a pair of leather shoes, stepping on sleepers and pebbles along the way, holding a suit jacket in his hand, he is a happy and cheerful person.
Zhuang Xiao squatted down, took the other person's hand, and then simply sat down at the edge of the platform.
"My waist is weak and I can't bend down to pull you.
I'll just sit down and pull you, Mr.
Yan."
Zhuang Xiao held the other person's hand and shook hands.
He held his wrist, pulled and supported him, put his arm around his shoulders and pulled the person onto the platform.
Later that day, they spent time in restaurants and teahouses, chatting and feeling like old friends at first sight.
After drinking for three rounds, Mr.
Yan clasped his fists and said thank you solemnly, "Thank you so much for the autograph, sir."
Zhuang Xiao lowered his eyes and smiled: "I don't understand wine at all, so how can the wine be good?"
"I definitely can't bear to drink this wine," Mr.
Yan smiled while stroking the table.
"I didn't plan to open the bottle.
I took it back and put it in the glass cabinet in our living room.
I'll put it there to see whoever comes to our house in the future.
I want to show it, this is the name Zhuang Xiao signed for me, haha."
"Then you ask him to sign a few more copies and put one on the door of every room in the house."
Pei Yan said, "His handwriting is very nice."
"Put a talisman on the door of each room," Zhuang Xiao replied.
"The calligraphy is so beautiful, it can definitely ward off evil spirits in the house," Mr.
Yan said with a smile.
Mr.
Yan also said, don't pour wine for Mr.
Zhuang.
Even I know that he doesn't drink and is a teetotaler.
You are not allowed to persuade him to drink.
Anyone who persuades him to drink will be killed.
Why do I know that I am really a fan, a movie fan, haha Yan Xiaodao put his hand on Zhuang Xiao's shoulder: "I call you Axiao, and you can call me Xiaodao.
Calling me boss will make you look extravagant, just like scolding me, so don't call me by your name.
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We usually meet outside.
If someone calls me by my name, they must be here to seek revenge.
They come around with knives and want to chop me.
It’s a psychological shadow caused by my youth, so don’t call me by my name.
As soon as you call me, I want to draw the knife, haha. " Mr.
Yan’s nickname is Yan Xiao.
He was originally known as the number one young and Dangerous guy in Linwan Pier.
He was a gangster on the road and his primitive methods of wealth accumulation were quite crude and inhumane.
Of course, after you get rich, you will wash your hands in a golden basin.
You will learn to restrain your sharp edges and start to learn to cultivate your character.
You will rise from vulgar material needs to spiritual enjoyment.
You will find a few elegant tastes that you like and make friends with a few like-minded people. .
With such an evil god from the world standing on the table, Uncle Pei could hardly speak or use his eyesight.
Zhuang Xiao quite admires people like Yan Xiaodao, who are generous, straightforward and sweet-natured.
Don't use false politeness, don't say things that go against your will, just say what you have to say, talk about something, agree to it straight away if you can agree, and give it to you on the spot if you can make a decision.
It is precisely this type of person that he likes to associate with, and Lao Pei also has a cheerful temper that is obvious at a glance.
They approached Yan Xiaodao to discuss cooperation on location shooting and the next stage of promotion and distribution.
To put it bluntly, it was just a matter of snagging a local financial backer and trying his best to squeeze money into the crew's pocket.
The passenger volume of Tianjin North Railway Station has been decreasing year by year.
Now half of the station is idle and the ticket offices are closed with stickers.
It has almost become a nostalgic place for citizens and tourists to visit.
It is not cost-effective to continue to use it as a passenger terminal to earn back the operating costs.
Therefore, the city does have plans to build the North Station into a railway museum of the Republic of China within a year or two, and develop it into a film and television tourism base together with several nearby old buildings that are over a century old.
The relics of the Shili Foreign Bank Concession in those days are dotted all over Tianjin.
This group has a history of more than a hundred years and the old style of the Republic of China, and the future development prospects will be very good.
This kind of large project requires large amounts of financing to support, and it also depends on personal connections.
In the end, it will be taken by powerful local group predators.
Mr.
Yan's company was planning to develop this project with the city.
Both parties had the same intention and hit it off immediately.
This is an excellent opportunity for people from all sides.
It was a crisp autumn day with bright sunshine and no clouds in the blue sky.
It looked like an auspicious day.
On the overpass of Tianjin North Railway Station, there is a small table and two mats.
Yan Xiaodao hit him with a cannon, "General", and killed him across the river without giving up.
Zhuang Xiao didn't like to make any noise when playing chess, and he dispatched his troops in a calm manner.
If you play chess and shout and keep silent, the opponent may lose the opportunity without paying attention, so he will let his little engineers cross the river, and then they will besiege the opponent.
Zhuang Xiao said: "In the past, I occasionally played two games of chess with my dad, but now that the old man doesn't want to play chess with me, he doesn't like me, so he wants to play chess with Mr.
Pei."
Uncle Zhuang likes to play chess with Mr.
Pei.
Why?
First, Pei Yan's words are so fun.
Second, Pei Yan's chess smells bad.
His son would always struggle and fight to the death on the chessboard.
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Every time his uncle lost, he had no ability to fight back, which was very embarrassing to the old man.
Yan Xiaodao also said: "Yes, my dad also liked to play chess with me before, because I am the worst chess player.
I have never given in to him, but I always lose in chess.
Unfortunately, now I want to lose to him The elderly have no chance, everyone is gone.”
Mr.
Yan also said that the bigger the business, the more famous the name, the fewer friends one can have, and it is difficult to find a friend who can play chess.
Zhuang Xiao nodded, understood, understood.
The two of them sat on the overpass and looked down at the end of the railway in the distance, the bustling and prosperous coastal city.
The waiting hall of the North Station will soon be transformed into a part of the museum.
It is currently being used as a temporary conference room negotiation table for both parties to discuss the details of cooperation.
I never expected that negotiating a contract would be time-consuming, laborious, and mentally exhausting.
It would turn into a tug-of-war with constant bickering and arguments between the two parties, and they would almost fall out.
The team from Pei Yan's studio were all present, and sitting across from him was Mr.
Yan and his group's deputy, named Ling. gd1806102: