I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 43: 043. Night Talk Part 1

Chapter 43 043. Night Talk Part 1

"Hold your fists together~Respect everyone~"

"May all of you, attract wealth and treasure, and make daily progress~~ oh oh~ gold~~~~~~"

"good!"

"Wow la la la la la..."

The show is over.

On the stage, the actors began to call their curtains, and Xu Xin and Yang Mi also quietly left Tianyuan.

Originally, today they said that they ate sesame seed cakes together. Yang Mi said that there is a Nanliu Beiwan or Nanwan Beiliu. Anyway, there is an old barbecue restaurant with very good taste.

But Shaobing couldn’t go there. Although he was drooling there, the little fat man had to put on a small warm-up show at the beginning of the evening, so he couldn’t catch up with the show if he went there.

That must not work.

Although I also know that there will be delicious food to hang out with sister Xu Gemi, but the master taught the truth that the drama is bigger than the sky. As an actor, you must not leave without permission, you can only give up.

Yang Mi is a bit pity, after all, she really likes this little fat man.

But Xu Xin thinks it's good.

Because he discovered that the traditional art of cross talk, some things in the family rules passed down from master to apprentice seem feudal, but they are actually a very beautiful quality.

He is very supportive.

Arranging to be sure next time, after the two came out of Paradise, Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

"How about we go eat Korean barbecue?"

"...what's the matter?"

"Well…"

Looking at the puzzled girl, he shook his head:

"I can't accept the taste of marinated mutton or beef. Of course, I don't mean that I don't like it, but I always feel that beef and mutton are the original taste. If you don't have meat, it's boring if you don't have meat. What's more... I still feel that Yanjing people don’t know how to eat mutton, your mutton is too bad..."

"That's better than Koryo Bangzi, right?"

Yang Mi was obviously a little unconvinced.

Who would want Xu Xin to nod the same way:

"It's true that their meat is pretty bad, but that bibimbap is delicious, I want to eat that."

"This... okay."

Yang Mi looked at the time, and found that when the rush hour was congested, there might not be a place for Barbecue Wan, and she didn't know what time it would be there.

Also followed.

"Then the moon is three thousand miles away?"

"Five thousand years of daylight!"

Xu Xin suddenly answered.

The girl was taken aback for a moment...then the two laughed in tacit understanding.

In the afternoon, I heard Guo Degang talk about cross talk. There was a joke in it that he opened a restaurant by himself. The national culture is five thousand years old, so the name of my hotel is: five thousand years in the daytime".

It made the two people sitting at the gate laugh so hard.

Xu Xin wanted to eat bibimbap, probably because of this reason.

"let's go."

The two of them ran to another alley, and parked their car there when they came here before.

Got into the car, just started the car, suddenly, Xu Daqiang called.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?"

Xu Daqiang on the other end of the phone said:

"It's almost home? How long, Dad, cooking noodles and fish."

"Well…"

Xu Xin glanced at the girl next to her who was fiddling with her mobile phone, and said:

"I'm eating out today."

If it was normal, Xu Daqiang would definitely not say anything.

If you eat outside, you can eat outside, it doesn't matter.

But obviously not today.

"Ah, let's go out to eat, dad will come home tomorrow."

"Going?"

Xu Xin subconsciously stepped on the brakes on the road:

"What's wrong?"

"After finishing the work, go back. Don't go out to eat, come home, Dad will roll out the noodles for you~"

"this…"

Xu Xin was having a hard time, but Yang Mi noticed something was wrong and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"...how about another day?"

As soon as she heard this, she didn't even need Xu Xin to explain, she guessed that the other party was there, that Uncle Xu must have something to do.

So nodded:

"Okay, then take me to the front subway entrance."

"Well... Dad, then go back now."

"...Is there a girl next to me? How about..."

"Is it like it? I'll answer it now."

The phone hung up, and he took the initiative to explain:

"My dad has finished his work and is leaving tomorrow, so we have to have a meal tonight."

"Yeah."

Yang Mi didn't think there was anything wrong, isn't this normal?

pointing forward:

"I'll take the subway back, and I won't go back to the dormitory tonight, so it won't be embarrassing to meet Shanshan."

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless again.

Why is there her everywhere...

…

"Dad, come back."

"okay."

Xu Daqiang responded, puffed out his cigarette, and turned to the kitchen to cook noodles and fish.

Xu Xin stood at the door of the kitchen and asked in bewilderment:

"Where's Brother Li?"

"Go shopping for specialty products."

"Oh~"

Nodding, Xu Xin helped to serve and arrange the dishes. After a while, the two dishes were on the table.

In fact, what the father and son eat is really simple.

Sitting at the dining table, Xu Xin asked puzzledly:

"By the way, Dad, you called me at noon today and asked me why I was doing about that movie?"

"Oh, Mosi Masi (it's all right), voted for an Internet~"

"…What?"

Xu Xin was dumbfounded.

Then I saw Xu Daqiang who was full of pride while picking garlic, and said:

"Ni didn't seem to say a few days ago, that's even... the Internet is good. Just vote."

"... How well did you vote? Don't tell anyone to lie to you?"

"How is it possible?"

Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"Doudi...call it Youku."

"..."

Hearing this familiar name, Xu Xin was in a trance for a moment.

Various scenes in the dream began to emerge.

From watching various videos, to scolding the street because of the longer and longer commercials, to rubbing against my sister-in-law Zhang Qianqian's Youku member...

I remembered everything at once.

In the dream, Youku is indeed doing very big.

If it is true, then investment is possible.

but…

"Why invest in this? We don't have any managers in this area..."

"If you want a manager... Dad told him, just give him 10 million, and if you don't manage, you need a promise!"

"What?"

"Put the mud drop movie on his website so that everyone can see it."

"..."

Suddenly, Xu Xin was speechless.

Although ten million is not much... but Dad, aren't you joking?

For me, it was homework, not a one- or two-hour CUT.

Thirteen minutes, ten million?

Regardless of the income from this investment, we can't do such nonsense...

"Hiss~~~ha."

After taking a mouthful of Moutai, perhaps seeing the speechlessness on his son's face, Xu Daqiang asked with a smile:

"What? Do you think Dad wasted money?"

"...That's not true, it's only a few dollars. It's just...Dad, it's like a gentleman left some summer homework, it doesn't look like a movie...It's too short, only ten minutes..."

Who knows Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"One minute is worth 10 million yuan! If you don't support the clips made by Diwa, who will support it. But...hehe."

He suddenly laughed happily, looking at his son with kindness in his eyes:

"Three Gold~"

"ah?"

"Nud really grew up."

Showing the comforting smile of the old father, he took another sip of the wine happily, then threw the spicy garlic into his mouth, and took a few mouthfuls of mutton soup noodle fish with the bowl in his hand, suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. Sly look:

"I mean, Dad doesn't seem to vote randomly. That person looked like that... Sohu... president. Sohu is famous, I've heard of it, such a big Internet, he can be the president, he certainly doesn't seem so stupid Eggy. The internet seems like a good thing. Although I don’t understand it, I also know that this thing can make money. It’s just...

Three golds, this is the same as our drop coal. It depends on fate whether the valuable eggs buried under it look like mud drops. That depends on fate, what do you think? It's very simple, if you know what you're looking for, you'll get it if you're looking for it. If you don't look for the old man, the old man knows what to do, so he has no drive? But you can't look for young juniors, who are frizzy and unreliable. You have to find those who are short of money, short of money, and still want to struggle. And this old guy, he doesn't look bad, he looks like a playwright, so he voted. "

Now, the father who was talking in front of Xu Xin didn't have the slightest aura of a nouveau riche, or any appearance of being rich and powerful.

Replaced by a look with extremely intelligent eyes, even a little cunning.

But Xu Xin is no stranger to this kind of father.

This is the real dad.

Because my father is a smart person, otherwise why other people’s tricycles sold up to two pots of boiling instant noodles a day, but he could always sell three or four pots.

The root cause is that he is given little water.

It's that simple.

The water supply is less, first of all, there is no need to boil the water every once in a while, which reduces a lot of wasted time.

Furthermore, the less water, the stronger the taste of the noodles.

The drivers who drive long distances are actually manual labor, and the taste is heavy and salty.

is proud of the heavy taste.

So much so that Xu Daqiang’s tricycles have developed regular customers. Some drivers who run the Shaanxi Coal Line all the year round will not buy noodles when they see other people selling noodles as long as they get stuck in Xujiawan. But when they see Xu Daqiang, they must buy a bowl.

Although the reason is small, it is just a bowl of instant noodles.

But the thoughts behind the truth are revealed.

If Dad was stupid, the family's property wouldn't be able to reach such a level.

So, after hearing this, Xu Xin nodded:

"Well, Dad is right."

"Surely right, dad can still lie to his baby?"

Xu Daqiang laughed and drank another glass of wine. Maybe it was the interest of chatting tonight, or he wanted to chat with his son more before going home.

Simply lit a cigarette, which meant that the pace of eating slowed down, and said:

"Sanjin."

"ah?"

"Do you really like making this foreign movie?"

"Well…"

Although he didn't know why Dad asked, he still nodded:

"Hmm. I really like it!"

"really like?"

Xu Daqiang asked again.

What Xu Xin got was a firmer answer:

"Hmm! I really like it!"

"Hiss~~poof."