No matter what, Song Shibo has a better attitude. He is also good at finding someone. He can't give others face, but Fan Wubing can't take care of his teacher's face, but he can't take care of anything Fan Wubing said.

As compensation, the subsequent operations of Ye Jiarong's play were all assigned to Shen Ying's company, which was considered a change of investors. Even if the investment in the early stage was swept, Shen Ying was not very good at it and agreed to arrange a more eye-catching advertising position for Yanhuang Culture Company in the subtitles after the film was filmed.

"It's better not to arrange it. I guess this incident will make Song Shibo half-pierce." Fan Wubing sighed a little that Shen Ying would bully honest people now.

"Song Shibo is not a honest person-" Shen Ying blew the transfer contract he had just signed and said to Fan Wubing, "If he hadn't deliberately wanted to join the old Japanese to take advantage of my sister Jiarong, I wouldn't have planned on him with such a little bit of bad assets."

Fan Wubing curled his lips, thinking that this little non-performing assets were enough for Song Shibo to feel distressed. After all, the preliminary preparations were the most time-consuming and labor-intensive. Not only did it take for half a year, but the investment in props, venues, clothing, and labor for the reorganization was already tens of millions. Now, it was all accepted by Shen Ying.

With this foundation, Shen Ying invested 18 million in a small amount of money and could make profits. Such a good thing can be said to be what kind of bad assets?

However, the Japanese were making trouble for a few days. Because they were beaten by Fan Wubing, Musashi took his husband and others back to cry. The Mitsubishi Consortium complained to the embassy, ​​and then a counselor from the Japanese embassy raised a strong protest on the matter. But it was obvious that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs knew very well that Fan Wubing Sisi was very human, but he was perfunctory for a while, and even sent someone to investigate, he was too lazy to put it into practice. The matter was left unresolved.

But it seemed that my father Fan Heng heard about this. When he got home, he asked Fan Wubing. After learning about the detailed situation, he said, "Oh, that's it, they deserve it."

But Fan Wubing was worried about the physical condition of his teacher Fan Tianlan, so he took the bus up the mountain early the next morning and went to the cabin to pay homage to the teacher.

This time, I came here alone and didn't let anyone accompany me.

The greenery along the way, but when you get to the mountain, you can already see the red leaves all over the mountain. It is as beautiful as fire. In the past, Fan Wubing rarely went up the mountain at this time. If he wasn't worried about the teacher, he would probably stop and take a look.

When I got halfway up the mountain, I met Ye Jiarong's crew going up the mountain to film, and the prop team was building that kind of sling. It was the kind of thing that people hung with wire ropes when they were flying around in the air. Fan Wubing couldn't understand it very well, but it would take a while.

However, Ye Jiarong saw Fan Wubing's car and ran over to say hello to him.

"Not done yet?" Fan Wubing lowered the car window and asked Ye Jiarong.

Ye Jiarong is wearing an ancient costume, with a long skirt fluttering, and looks very soft. The most ridiculous thing is that she is holding a sword in her hand, which looks very good in texture. I just don’t know if it can be used to cut people?

"It will take a photo until afternoon. Now people are idle--" Ye Jiarong replied leaning against the car.

Fan Wubing looked at the sun above his head. As the saying goes, the sun shines brightly. Although it doesn’t look great now, it’s obviously very hot at noon. So he said to Ye Jiarong, “I just happened to go up the mountain to do business. Since you seem bored, why don’t you go up the mountain with me?”

"Now?" Ye Jiarong hesitated for a moment, looked at the busy crew, nodded, "I'll say hello to the director, but can I come back in the afternoon?"

"Yes." Fan Wubing nodded and replied.

So Ye Jiarong ran to talk to the director, and then got into Fan Wubing's car.

"You don't have to change your clothes anymore?" Fan Wubing said as he looked at Ye Jiarong with a smile.

Ye Jiarong replied, "It takes a lot of time to get this outfit done. If it takes a long time to remove makeup, if it is done well, it will probably not be able to make a movie today. Anyway, it is not going back to the city, so just do it."

Fan Wubing looked at Ye Jiarong again, and now he was set off by this long skirt with a waistband, making his chest look bulging and plump. He thought to himself that this designer was very coquettish and knew what kind of dress could seduce more yin audiences.

Ye Jiarong felt a little embarrassed when she saw Fan Wubing looking at her chest in a daze. She didn't know if she should cover it or just let Fan Wubing enjoy her eyes. In short, she felt very embarrassed. Fortunately, there was no one else in the car.

"Cough--" Perhaps Fan Wubing also felt that it was inappropriate to stare at this, so he coughed, trying to say something casually, but when he reached his mouth, it turned out, "You have a very good figure."

Ye Jiarong didn't expect Fan Wubing to say this, so he stared at someone's chest and then praised him for his good figure. This was really a bit of that, so Ye Jiarong had to say, "Thank you."

I felt lonely as I went up the mountain. Both of them were handsome men and beautiful women. They were both good scenery for each other.

When he arrived at the small wooden house on the mountain, Ye Jiarong sighed a little, "There is such a good place!"

Fan Wubing hasn't been here for two months. At this time, the wooden house was covered with various vines, and the red and green intertwined together to form a very large net, which wrapped the entire wooden house. On the outside of the wooden walls, there are many slogans brushed with white gray, such as whether to fight against private criticism and repair, and the world is selfless in my heart, and the great proletarian cultural revolution is carried out to the end, which is shocking.

"Aren't we traveling through time, right?" Fan Wubing was very worried that it would be too miserable to go through time after rebirth.

However, Fan Tianlan heard the sound of the car engine in the yard, pushed the door and walked out, stood on the steps and watched them coming, and waved the peach wood cane in his hand to Fan Wubing who had already walked out of the car.

"Master——" Fan Wubing ran over immediately.

Fan Tianlan nodded happily and asked in a low voice, "I'm looking, why have you changed another little girl? You are now a family."

"This is Shen Ying's good friend. She is filming on the hillside. When she meets her on the road, she will come over." Fan Wubing couldn't explain anything.

"Your wife's good friend shouldn't have started." Fan Tianlan taught earnestly.

"Cough cough--" Fan Wubing coughed twice and said awkwardly, "Teacher, you are in good spirits."

It was only then that Fan Wubing noticed that the teacher Fan Tianlan was energetic, with a young face, and was full of energy. He did not seem to have the tendency to go home or return home at all. So he expressed his doubts in surprise. How could this look be associated with Shijiuduo?

"I've always been very good. I'm planning to go to Mount Tai." Fan Tianlan replied in surprise.

"Then you said on the phone - there wasn't a long time - which made me feel so uncomfortable. I thought you were going to return home-" Fan Wubing said very depressedly.

"Hahahaha--" Fan Tianlan laughed suddenly when he heard this, "I mean I'm not too long on the West Mountain. I've been here for several years. I always have to change the environment. This time I packed up my things and went to Mount Tai. I drink dew in the morning, eat clouds in the evening, and take the clouds to live forever. There is still plenty of time waiting for me to squander. Why do you guys think I'm not too long?"

"Master, you are breathing heavily when you speak. I blame me for not understanding people's words-" Fan Wubing also laughed.

In short, it is best for Master to be fine. However, in fact, with Fan Tianlan's current state, he is free from illness and disasters, and is in good spirits. He knows how to regulate his body. It is estimated that he will not wait until his body functions have completely aged. However, according to Fan Wubing's current observation, this situation will not occur in the short term.

"Your little girlfriend is quite ancient in style." Fan Tianlan looked at Ye Jiarong who came over and nodded and praised.

Ye Jiarong was wearing a costume. When the old man said this, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked. After knowing that this was Fan Wubing's master, he couldn't help but look at the old man with a very high profile. What's wrong with being able to teach a disciple like Fan Wubing?

"Don't look at me that way. I just taught Wujian for acupuncture for a few days." Fan Tianlan seemed to see through Ye Jiarong's thoughts and said with a smile.

The three of them walked into the room. Fan Wubing pointed to the signs on the wooden wall outside the room and asked, "What's going on? I was shocked when I saw it, and I thought something was wrong."

Fan Tianlan smiled and said, "Oh, in recent times, some crews have always been running to the mountains to film. Because my house is in a good environment and has distinctive design, people always come over and beg for borrowing it. The slogans on the outside are also painted on them."

It was precisely because Fan Tianlan hadn't been very quiet in recent times that the old man felt that this place was no longer suitable for seclusion, so he simply wanted to move to the quieter Mount Tai. This time he asked Fan Wubing to come here, which means he explained some of the things left here to him, and then he was going to Mount Tai.

"However, it may not be much better than Mount Tai?" Fan Wubing thought that the old man planned to live in seclusion in a tourist resort, which was obviously not a good idea.

"Oh, I have a friend over there, a Taoist priest. His place is quiet. Not long ago, everyone communicated with each other with emails and established contacts. At his invitation, he planned to stay with him for a while to relax." Fan Tianlan explained.
Chapter completed!