Li Siming and his party got into a car sent by Zeng Zhi's uncle and drove to their destination.

Uncle Zeng Zhi's home lives in a courtyard house that once belonged to a Qing Dynasty prince. There are still many such courtyard houses with complete structures. This typical Beijing house has become a cultural relic in the 21st century. Compared with some giant pandas, giant pandas can reproduce artificially, but this courtyard is not replicable because it carries history.

"How great would it be if I had such a set." Li Siming sighed, "It will definitely be astronomical when the auction is auctioned."

"What's the best thing about this old house? I have to repair the roof every year, otherwise it will leak rain and the lighting is not good. If it is replaced by a villa, I can consider it." Zeng Zhi said disdainfully.

"Volubly, you are really vulgar!" Li Siming was too lazy to explain to him.

Someone had already led them through the yard and into the living room. He could not let the master greet a few younger generations in person, right? When he saw Li Siming and the other two, Uncle Zeng sincerely ordered them to sit casually. Li Siming's father-in-law was sitting on the sofa and drinking tea. When he saw Li Siming coming in, he just glanced at him. If his father-in-law was happy when he saw Li Siming, Li Siming would feel uncomfortable. There was also a middle-aged man here. Uncle Zeng introduced that he was a new deputy minister of the Ministry of Culture, surnamed Chen.

"I can't talk about business, are you?" Li Siming thought this way when he saw someone who had nothing to do with the meeting of this family dinner.

"Xiao Li, this is your first time to come to my house. Zeng Zhike, our family, has said more than once that you are good friends. Just take it as your own family." Uncle Zeng greeted him enthusiastically. Uncle Zeng's hair was gray, but his face was very good, and he seemed to be in good health.

"Xiaoxia, come here, come to me." My father-in-law put down the teacup, pointed to the empty seat beside him, and greeted Xiaodao. This is not the first time Xiaodao has enjoyed such treatment. Li Siming doubted whether he did this on purpose for himself to see.

"Xiao Li, I used to hear that you were the youngest professor at Peking University. I don't understand, how could you go to Hong Kong to make a movie?" Uncle Zeng straightforwardly asked his own question. Anyone who is familiar with Li Siming would raise this question. Vice Minister Chen obviously wanted to understand this question. It seems that Uncle Zeng didn't know much about his past.

"Of course it is not my purpose to make movies. I am studying electronics. This is my lifelong goal in the future. But there is always a gap between ideals and reality. I need money, a lot of money. This is my purpose to make movies!" Li Siming directly said his reasons.

"Is it profitable to make movies?" asked Uncle Great.

"Of course, we are going to earn him 500 million US dollars!" Zeng Zhi interrupted with confidence.

"500 million US dollars? Are you kidding?" Uncle Zeng and Deputy Minister Chen didn't believe it at all. His father-in-law also didn't believe it. He thought Li Siming was taking 20 million to find an investment, but he didn't expect to change his career to a movie that was not as good as his professionalism.

"Well, it's a bit exaggerated." Li Siming was very dissatisfied with Zeng Zhi's "nothing happens". He insisted on asking for a lot of money. Everyone knows that making a good movie in Hong Kong is very profitable, but you have to say a less outrageous number. Li Siming glared at Zeng Zhi, "The key is whether this movie has market support. Last year, the box office of "Star Wars 2" in the United States was 538 million. Different markets, different revenues."

"Why, do you still want to send the movie to the United States to sell?" asked Vice Minister Chen.

"Of course. But Chinese movies are not very easy to sell in the United States because of different cultures. Unless an American-style movie is made according to the tastes of Americans." Li Siming said. Li Siming had such a plan. If you want to make money, American movies make the most money. Li Siming doesn't care about the big problem of cultural invasion.

"Let's make your own movie first. Before you learn to leave, you are in a hurry to run away. Be careful of falling down!" said my father-in-law.

"What my uncle taught me is that I'm not taking a photo right?" Li Siming smiled.

"Director Li, I heard that the copyright of your film in the mainland belongs to Yindu?" asked Vice Minister Chen.

"Yes!" Li Siming said to you, "You are asking right away."

"Are you probably popular with the audience?" Vice Minister Chen asked. As an official in charge of the national cultural industry, he is quite concerned about this aspect. Perhaps there is no concept of "cultural industry" in his dictionary.

"Of course, our video will definitely be a good one. Deputy Minister Chen, just wait and see it. I will make a fortune." Zeng Zhi said with a chance. His uncle was a little unhappy when he saw him having a word "money" and even a guarantee. He coughed on purpose.

"There is a piece of land in Shenzhen. You have to take time to take a look, otherwise it will belong to someone else." said the father-in-law.

"Old Yang, is that piece of land for them?" Uncle Zeng asked strangely, "No wonder, that piece of land is not small." Due to his identity, he was very concerned about the work related to the Special Administrative Region.

How big the land was, which surprised my great uncle. Li Siming was very interested, but he was still very grateful to his father-in-law, and many things were secretly handled smoothly. There were people in the court who were easy to be an official, but Li Siming was not an official, but he would not pretend to be a noble person. Why not take more of the convenience if he could get some convenience?

"Aming, I don't know when the Grandmaster and the others will graduate. We have to let him go there and take on the heavy burden!" Zeng Zhi has already begun to plan for the future.

"I think we still have to find a way to earn more money, otherwise we can only go to farm and raise pigs if we want that piece of land!" Li Siming said with a frown. His frowning look and insincere words made the three elders present laugh.

"Does it really make that money to make movies?" Deputy Minister Chen was still interested in this topic.

"What kind of movies should I watch? During the Cultural Revolution, weren't model dramas very popular? Because there were only a few "correct" dramas, and the others became poisonous weeds, and the people could only watch such a few dramas. A few years ago, wasn't Japan's "Chasing" also empty? The key is to look at the tastes of the audience. No matter what the people think correctly, it is difficult for the people to unite their thoughts and artistic nature and ensure a high box office. Hong Kong is making commercial movies. Since it is a commercial movie, no matter what the ideological problem is, if the mainland does not use movies as a way for entertainment for the people in this regard, it will be difficult to make movies that the people like to watch. It will not be uncommon for them to be popular."

"Well, what's right. But if you can shoot anything, won't the world be in chaos?" Deputy Minister Chen did not agree very much. Li Siming didn't want to convince him, anyway, it's not his business.

"Well, I don't know. I only know how to make money from the capitalist world!" Li Siming said. The two people have different ideas and are not good at discussing this issue.

However, Li Siming was still very rewarding today. First, he met the boss of the Zeng family; second, he got a piece of land that was said to be very good; third, he learned about Yang Yue's latest situation. She will graduate next month and is now intern in a central-level newspaper in Beijing.

After saying goodbye to the boss of the Zeng family, Li Siming hurriedly rushed home. As soon as he arrived home, he found that Yang Yue had been sitting at his house waiting.

"Oh, you have a good news." Li Siming was very happy to see Yang Yue, who had been separated for less than two months. If his parents weren't there, he would have walked up and kissed him hard.

"What? Don't you want to see me? Humph, you can't escape from my Wuzhi Mountain." Yang Yue's charming smile made Li Siming's heart very warm.

"Why do you always say such misunderstandings?" The mother blamed Li Siming. In her eyes, Yang Yue's status was always much higher than that of him, and she liked Yang Yue tightly.

When Li Siming returned home, there would naturally be a sumptuous dinner waiting for him. After dinner, Li Siming took Yang Yue to the park. This was a time that only belonged to the two of them.

In a certain corner, Yang Yue snuggled in Li Siming's arms, clasped Li Siming's waist, and told her lovesickness for the time she had parted.

"Auntie, be gentle, my waist is almost cut off!" Li Siming shouted in pain.

"Why are you calling so loud?" Yang Yue said angrily, "To be honest, have you ever done something to be sorry for me these days?"

"How could that happen?" Li Siming denied, "If you don't believe it, you can ask Zeng Zhi. Xiaodao and I live in his house. Apart from sleeping, we are together for 24 hours a day. I have that heart and don't have the time to commit the crime."

"Don't even think about it. Otherwise, I can't spare you." Yang Yue threatened "viciously".

"Of course, the family has not settled yet, so why would you go outside to sneak up on your own?"

"So, do you have this intention?"

"No, I promise the Party Central Committee, no!" Li Siming slapped his chest and said, "If you want to miss you, I really miss you!"

A small separation is better than a newlywed. Before the marriage could be met, the lovesickness was overflowing. Li Siming held up Yang Yue's delicate cheeks and kissed the bright red lips hard. Yang Yue's lips were soft and tender, Li Siming's lips were warm and unrestrained. Both of them were immersed in each other's tenderness. At this moment, the whole world seemed to stop moving, and there was only each other in their hearts. Yang Yue buried his soft and plump body in Li Siming's arms. Li Siming felt the beauty of her body and gently rubbed her into her chest. The two of them separated for a long time.

"I heard from your dad that you will graduate next month. What are your plans?" Li Siming wanted to say more about when Yang Yue will be able to marry him.

"I'll go to Shenzhen too, and we'll be together by then. If you graduate from Peking University's journalism, we can choose any news units in Beijing. If you go to a small place in Shenzhen, you'll be able to choose which unit I want to go to."

"Of course!" Li Siming joked, "It's their luck to invite you, Yang Dacai Girl!"

"Or, I will do nothing. I will accompany you, and I will follow you wherever you go and take good care of you. I think you will not settle down in the past few years." Yang Yue hesitated.

"You must not 'sacrifice' like this. I heard people say that if women are idle, they like to think about men. With this thinking, model men have become fickle radishes."

"Hmph, you underestimate our women!" Yang Yue pinched him again to vent his dissatisfaction, "I think you are guilty, right?"

"Look, this is 'thinking'!" Li Siming complained.
Chapter completed!