"Then you just praised him for making money for us, and then you deliberately deceived others? What are you thinking?"
"Uh... do you believe me when I say it's for his own good?"
"You deliberately gave someone a glass of wine, and then reported him for drunk driving. Is that for his own good?"
"I just observed it. He walked in a straight line and spoke clearly. It means that he has a good amount of alcohol. It's just a glass of wine. There will be no problems with road safety."
"Is this the point?"
"Alas! There are some things you don't understand. Just because the present is bad doesn't mean the future will be bad.
The true happiness for the future is to leave all suffering to the present, which is called bitterness first and then sweetness!"
In the movie, Zhang Chi ends up flying into the sea because of his dream...
This is simply a true portrayal of Han Fei’s life!
Sometimes, although dreams are beautiful, you still have to give up for the sake of your life...
"Just bullshit! Didn't you ever think that if he got depressed, the film would be ruined?" Yan Weiwei curled her lips.
"Well……"
Meng Lang was immediately asked.
To be honest, he was so focused on "helping people to the end" that he really didn't have time to think about the issue of "sending Buddha to the West".
Although Han Fei was a cash cow in the previous episodes, it was his planned route without exerting any prehistoric power.
What if I use too much force this time and shake this money tree to pieces...
Seeing Yan Weiwei staring at him with a strange look, Meng Lang coughed with some guilt.
"Ahem! This man has been 'motivational' all the way. I don't think he has such a poor mental endurance, right?
And you haven’t looked at ancient literati like Li Bai and Du Fu. The worse their circumstances were, the more their literary thoughts surged, and the articles they left behind are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.
We are both scholars, so there is no reason why they should be so different..."
Gods are all scholars!
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Can this be the same?
Besides, if the situation of today's scholars is bad, most of them will be ruined!
"Ahem! If we don't go back, what are we doing on this beach?"
Meng Lang felt that it was too troublesome to explain this matter, so he quickly changed the subject.
I can’t even get a reputation for doing good deeds, it’s so difficult for me...
Yan Weiwei glanced at him, "Can't you just eat too much to digest it?"
At this moment, the two of them were on a beach in front of the seafood restaurant.
Holding the shoes in hand, you can see fine white sand under your feet, crashing waves in the distance, and a slightly fishy sea breeze blowing, making it slightly chilly.
Several couples were walking and playing on the beach. There was a singing station on the beach not far away. A young man was holding a guitar, and his mellow singing voice came from afar...
"Tell me, is the friend you are talking about Gao Yuan?
Apart from her, I’m afraid no one can easily come up with 200 million, right?”
Yan Weiwei had just clearly seen that Meng Lang had other plans tonight, but there were outsiders present, so she didn't ask many questions on the spot.
But...the rich woman faced an even richer rich woman...
Sure enough, I still care a little.
So that’s what I wanted to ask about.
Meng Lang thought for a while and nodded.
"Well! Because of... work reasons, there is some cooperation between Gao Yuan and I.
You know my side job is in intelligence, so I’m her... special strategic advisor."
Yan Weiwei was undoubtedly the type of person she could trust. Although Meng Lang couldn't explain it to her in detail, there was no need to be secretive.
Giving yourself the title of strategic advisor will also make things easier for you in the future.
"Hmph! You made the decision for someone else about a big deal worth 200 million yuan without even making a phone call. You, the special advisor, cooperated very deeply, didn't you?"
Meng Lang touched his nose.
Your focus is a bit skewed. Shouldn't you be curious about what kind of cooperation you have with her?
Seeing that Meng Lang didn't speak, Yan Weiwei curled her lips.
"I'll return the 500,000 yuan to you later. We're always talking about business worth hundreds of millions. With the relationship you have with me, it seems like you don't need me to worry about your performance.
Maybe the salary you get from others is higher than the rent I collect..."
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
This tone...why does it still sound like they are trying to distance themselves from each other?
It's strange to say that someone deducted 500,000 from me. I felt that this was because they treated me as a friend instead of an outsider.
This time she wanted to pay her back, but she felt like she wanted to draw a clear line with herself.
This is like a friend borrowing two yuan and fifty cents from me for bus fare.
Then he went back to the dormitory and had to pay it back to himself, even the 50-cent steel penny.
My first thought is that this guy will definitely treat me as an outsider and can't do anything...
Hmm! It seems that I still need to get used to the exchange rate conversion between rich people...
"Ahem! How could it be? In fact, Director Gao had already agreed to it before I came here. At most, I just run errands for others, take advantage of the information gap, and earn some hard money."
Hmm! What I’m telling you is the truth. At most, it’s just that the poor information earns you a little more hard work...
"So you'd better keep this money for me. Otherwise, if you eat and drink for free every day, I always feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
What do you mean by taking advantage of me?
Yan Weiwei glared at him, but her mood somehow improved.
"Okay, then I will help you invest the 500,000 yuan to make a movie, and everyone will lose together, huh!"
After saying that, she couldn't help but smile proudly.
Lifting up the hem of her skirt, she let the sea water cover her white ankles again and again, feeling the sea breeze blowing, with a look of enjoyment on her face.
Meng Lang looked at her and realized that Yan Weiwei seemed different from usual today, and smiled.
"You like the sea very much?"
"Well! I grew up in the mountains. I spent most of my time practicing martial arts, so I fell in love with the sea at first sight.
Because it makes me feel free."
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment and looked at Yan Weiwei's intoxicated expression.
Maybe...that's why she didn't want to go to that "mountain climbing meeting"?
"Eh? You can actually see the cruise ship here!" Yan Weiwei suddenly pointed into the distance.
Meng Lang heard this and looked into the distance, and sure enough he saw the "Carnival Dream" quietly moored at the pier in the distance.
I guess the police are still finishing the work...
Looking at the brightly lit cruise ship, Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh.
After all, this cruise ship... was the place that changed his life twice...
I have never been on that cruise ship, but it has been firmly engraved in my mind.
He looked at the cruise ship in the distance, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift to his "doomsday cruise plan", and his heart felt a little heavy.
Some of the information in the previous episode undoubtedly cast a shadow over this "doomsday cruise plan."
[The signal source that transmits every other month... comes from the depths of the Pacific Ocean!
Moreover, its location keeps changing every month.
That thing...it can move under the sea!]
Meng Lang's eyes turned to the unreachable deep blue...
If the other party's communication hub is really hidden deep in the ocean, then my doomsday cruise plan may be sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth.
This earth... is not a pure land anywhere...
It seems that it is still necessary to insist on the "Two Cities Plan", the "Doomsday Cruise" and the "Doomsday Fortress", one is in the vast deep blue, and the other is in the vast mountains.
Walking on two legs, even if one leg ends up being lame, can you still at least be able to barely jump around?
"What a pity. Originally, I wanted to watch the sunrise on the boat." Yan Weiwei's voice sounded a little regretful.
Meng Lang thought for a while.
Indeed, she accompanied her on the cruise ship three times in total. Once she landed in a box, she failed to board the ship once. As for the third time...
There were bombings and shootings, so I would have missed the chance to see the sunrise.
Looking at Yan Weiwei's slightly regretful expression, the figure lying in her arms in her mind overlapped with the other person inexplicably...
【For you, I spent half a year’s savings
People from across the ocean come to see you
For this gathering
I can't even breathe when we meet
Have practiced repeatedly
Memory always accumulates slowly
It cannot be erased from my heart...]
On the singing stage on the beach not far away, the guitar man played and sang the song "Across the Ocean to See You", and the singing voice came...
"Well...if I have a chance, I will definitely make it up to you...the most magnificent sunrise on the sea in the world!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Meng Lang himself was stunned.
Yan Weiwei was also stunned.
A blush appeared on his face.
It's just that the sultry night cover up the ambiguous atmosphere in the darkness...
"Ahem! What I mean is, if it doesn't work this time, there will be another time." Meng Lang apologized awkwardly.
"Tch! You said it as if I will definitely invite you next time..." Yan Weiwei turned her head to hide her inner panic.
The two of them walked in silence with their heads lowered, and unknowingly they approached the singing station on the beach.
"Handsome guy! Beauty! Do you want to sing a song? It's 10 yuan a time!"
The young man with the guitar smiled and waved to the two of them.
The guitar was a little worn, and the paint was even peeling off in some places, which made the young man look a little downcast, but he had a smile on his face and looked very sunny.
Yan Weiwei turned her head and glanced at Meng Lang. The next moment she smiled, narrowed her eyes, and pointed in that direction.
"Since what you said is so sincere, then sing a song to me as compensation."
"Uh..." Meng Lang didn't expect that Yan Weiwei would suddenly make such a request.
"Handsome guy! Here!"
When the young man with the guitar saw business coming to his door, he smiled and put the microphone into his hand, regardless of whether Meng Lang wanted it or not.
"Um……"
Looking down at the microphone in his hand, he originally wanted to refuse, but the next moment, a song suddenly and inexplicably appeared in his mind...
emm…
Okay, okay, since it is your "last wish"...
Sighed.
"Um...can I borrow the guitar?"
"Okay!" The young man quickly took off the guitar.
Meng Lang hung up his guitar and looked up at Yan Weiwei again.
The next moment, he started to play and sing softly with a rather complicated expression.
[Movies that don’t fill half the row of viewers]
Until the lights suddenly turned on when the show was over
The subtitles are fixed at the date of production and distribution by so-and-so...]
Meng Lang's singing voice was not professional, but the inexplicable emotion it contained gave the song a different kind of rendering power.
The somewhat down-and-out young man was immediately stunned.
This song... I don’t think I’ve heard it before?
【I watched them off, they were in a hurry
Like a repeat student who overestimates his abilities
Unable to complete the mission of being named on the gold list
Life is not a rock-paper-scissors decision
So willful...]
Couples nearby were attracted by the singing that they had never heard before, and couldn't help but stop and listen.
【I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown
Then do we embrace each other?
But like waking up from a dream, my hands are empty
My heart is empty
I blew the evening breeze you blew
Have you seen the same scenery?
Like disrupting jet lag and leaving you in a misplaced time and space...]
I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown, does that count as embracing each other?
This lyrics...
Standing on the beach, why did Yan Weiwei feel an inexplicable sadness in her heart, as if she had lost something?
I listened blankly to this strange song, and looked at the man playing and singing in front of me, his eyes a little blurry.
Until the end of the song...
"Brother...Brother! Can you tell me, what is the name of this...this song?"
The young man asked foolishly.
Meng Lang put down his guitar, and the inexplicable emotions lingering in his heart slowly dissipated.
