I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 43 043 Night Talk

Chapter 43 043. Night Talk Part 1

"Hold your fists and hold your hands in front of you~ Your Majesties~"

"May you all be blessed with wealth and prosperity, and may the sun shine~~oh oh~gold~~~~~~"

"good!!"

"Hua la la la la..."

The show is over.

On the stage, the actors began to take their final call, and Xu Xin and Yang Mi quietly left Tianyuan Garden.

Originally, we were going to eat sesame cakes together today, but Yang Mi said that there was a restaurant in Nanliu, Beiwan, or Nanwan, Beiliu. Anyway, there was a barbecue restaurant that was old and tasted particularly good.

But I couldn't go to the sesame cake. Although I was slobbering there, the little fat man was going to have a small warm-up show with others at the opening of the night. If he went there, he would not be able to catch up with the performance.

That definitely won't work.

Although I also know that I can get delicious food by following Sister Xu Gemi, the master teaches me that the drama is bigger than the sky. As an actor, I definitely can't run away privately, so I can only give up.

Yang Mi felt a little pity, after all, she liked this little fat guy quite a lot.

But Xu Xin thinks this is good.

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

He was very supportive.

They made an appointment next time. After the two came out of Tianyuan Garden, Xu Xin thought about it and said:

"How about we go eat Korean barbecue?"

"...What's wrong?"

"Well……"

Looking at the puzzled girl, he shook his head:

"I can't stand the smell of marinated mutton or beef. Of course, I don't mean that I don't like eating it, but I always feel that beef and mutton have their own taste. If you grill it, it would be boring if you can't taste the meat flavor. What's more... …I still feel that Yanjing people don’t know how to eat mutton, and the quality of your sheep is too inferior…”

"Isn't that better than Goryeo Bangzi?"

Yang Mi was obviously a little unconvinced.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xin nodded in the same way:

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

"This... okay."

Yang Mi looked at the time and found that during the rush hour, there wasn't really a place for the barbecue, and she didn't know what time it would be when she got there.

So I obeyed.

"Then let's go to Bright Moon Three Thousand Miles, right?"

"Five thousand years of daylight!"

Xu Xin suddenly answered.

The girl was stunned for a moment...and then the two of them laughed in unison.

In the afternoon, I listened to Guo Degang's cross talk. There was a joke in it about him opening a hotel by himself. What is it called Guo Lao Grand Hotel, and what about "There is a hotel called Mingyue Sanqianli. Ming Diao, the moon is opposite to the sun, and its land area is three thousand miles. We The national culture is five thousand years old, so the name of my hotel is: "Five Thousand Years of White Sun".

But the two people sitting at the entrance were laughing so hard.

Xu Xin wanted to eat bibimbap, probably for this reason.

"let's go."

The two of them walked towards another alley, where they had parked their car before.

After getting in the car and just starting the car, Xu Daqiang suddenly called.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?"

Xu Daqiang on the other end of the phone said:

"We're almost home? How long will it take for dad to cook noodles and fish?"

"Well……"

Xu Xin glanced at the girl playing with her mobile phone next to her and said:

"I'm eating out today."

Normally, Xu Daqiang would have said nothing.

If you want to eat outside, just eat outside, it doesn’t matter.

But obviously not today.

"Ah, let's go out to eat. Dad will be home tomorrow."

"Want to leave?"

Xu Xin subconsciously stepped on the brakes on the road:

"What?"

"Now that you've finished your work, go back. If you don't go out to eat, come home and dad will roll out the noodles for you~"

"this……"

This was a little difficult for Xu Xin, but Yang Mi saw something was wrong and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"...How about we change the date?"

As soon as she heard this, she guessed that Uncle Xu must have something wrong with him without Xu Xin explaining.

So he nodded:

"Okay, then you can send me to the subway entrance in front."

"Well... Dad, come back now."

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

"It seems like it, I'll be back soon."

After hanging up the phone, he took the initiative to explain:

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

"Yeah."

Yang Mi didn't think anything was wrong. Isn't this normal?

Pointing to the front:

"I'll take the subway back. I won't go back to the dormitory tonight, so I won't be embarrassed when I run into Shanshan."

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless again.

Why is she everywhere...

…

"Dad, come back."

"okay."

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

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

"Where's Brother Li?"

"Go shopping for specialties."

"Oh~"

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

In fact, the father and son eat quite simply.

Sitting at the dining table, Xu Xin asked in confusion:

"By the way, Dad, why did you call me at noon today to ask me about my movie?"

"Oh, it seems like it (it's okay, it's okay), I voted on the Internet~"

"……What?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

Then I saw Xu Daqiang with a proud face while peeling garlic and saying:

"I didn't think I was talking about it a few days ago, but... the Internet is good. I'll give it a try."

"...How much did you invest? You can't be fooled, right?"

"How is that possible?"

Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"Dudi... call Youku."

"..."

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

Various scenes from the dream began to emerge.

From watching various videos, to scolding the public because of the longer and longer advertisements, to rubbing against his sister-in-law Zhang Qianqian’s Youku membership...

I remembered it all at once.

In the dream, Youku is indeed doing something very big.

If true, then investing is okay.

but……

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

"If you want a manager... Dad even told him, just give him 10 million, and then don't do management, then you need a promise!"

"very?"

"Put the Mud Drop movie on his website so everyone can see it."

"..."

For a moment, Xu Xin was speechless.

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

It was just a homework assignment for me, not a CUT of one or two hours.

Thirteen minutes, ten million?

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

"Hi~~~ha."

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

"What? Do you think dad is spending money randomly?"

"...No, it's just a few dollars. Just...Dad, this is like a summer homework left by a gentleman, not a movie...it's too short, only about ten minutes..."

Unexpectedly, Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"Just one minute is worth 10 million! If I don't support the videos produced by Didiwa, who will support them. But...hehe."

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

"Three golds~"

"ah?"

"The mud is really growing up."

Showing the happy smile of an old father, he took another sip of wine happily, then threw the spicy garlic into his mouth, holding the bowl and slurping a few mouthfuls of mutton noodle soup, and then suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. A cunning look:

"I'm talking about it. Dad doesn't seem to be investing randomly. That person looked like the president of...Sohu...sohu. Everyone has heard of it. Sohu is so famous. If he can become the president of such a big Internet, he must not be like him. Very stupid. The Internet seems to be a good thing. Although I don’t understand it, I also know that this thing can make money. It’s just...

Sanjin, this is the same as our family’s coal. It depends on fate whether the valuable balls buried under it look like mud drops. That depends on fate, how do you think about it? It's very simple. If you understand it, you can do it. Don't look for the old man. The old man knows how to spread the word, but he has no motivation? But you can't find young people who are impatient and unreliable. You have to find those who are short of money, short of money, and still want to work hard. As for this old brother, he doesn't look bad here, he looks like a juggler, so he just surrenders. "

Now, the father who was speaking in front of Xu Xin didn't have the temperament of a nouveau riche, or any appearance of being wealthy.

Instead, there was a look that was extremely intelligent, 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 man, otherwise why would other people’s tricycles sell at most two pots of instant noodles with boiling water a day, but he could always sell three or four pots.

The root cause is that he was given too little water.

It's that simple.

The water supply is small, so first of all, there is no need to boil water every now and then, which reduces a lot of wasted time.

Furthermore, if there is less water, the noodles will taste stronger.

Drivers who drive long distances actually do physical work, and their tastes tend to be heavy and salty.

Just proud of the strong taste.

Later, Xu Daqiang's tricycles developed regular customers. Some drivers who ran the Shaanxi Coal Line all year round would not buy noodles when they were stuck in Xujiawan, but when they saw Xu Daqiang, they would definitely get a bowl.

Although the truth is small, it only applies to a bowl of instant noodles.

But the thought behind the truth is clearly revealed.

If dad was stupid, the family's property wouldn't be able to reach this level.

So, after hearing this, Xu Xin nodded:

"Well, Dad is right."

"It must be right. How can dad still lie to himself about his baby?"

Xu Daqiang was happy and drank another glass of wine. Maybe he was in the mood to chat tonight, or maybe he wanted to chat more with his son before going home.

He simply lit a cigarette to slow down his eating pace and said:

"Sanjin."

"ah?"

"Do you really like filming this foreign movie?"

"Well……"

Although I don’t know why my father asked this, he still nodded:

"Yeah. I really like it!"

"really like?"

Xu Daqiang asked again.

What I got was a more firm answer from Xu Xin:

"Yeah! I really like it!"

"Hiss~~Pfft."