"You two sit down, I'll go get ready." As soon as Jin Huicheng returned to the store, he went straight into the kitchen. He had some feelings in his heart that not everything can be learned from books, but looking at the second child facing San Mao calmly
With such a confident look, Jin Huicheng was a little bit confused about where Lin Chengxun learned it from. Everyone obviously received the same education, so how could you be so good-looking?
"Everyone, please sit down."
Jin Huicheng left, and there were only three people left in the hall. The big man with three cents and a golden sword sat directly at the main seat and pointed to the seat opposite him for Lin Chengxun to sit. People who didn't know it thought he was the master.
Lin Chengxun didn't mind that Sanmao was the guest and took his seat directly. Instead, Wei Yuhai opened the Remy Martin that Jinhui City brought out like a servant, first poured Sanmao wine seven-tenths full, and then poured half a cup for Lin Chengxun, and then put the wine bottle away.
He went back to his original place, took a stool that was a little shorter than Sanmao's chair, and sat down next to Sanmao respectfully like a primary school student in class.
Suddenly, the seating order of the three people was clear.
"I asked you to call yourself Uncle Yiyi. I didn't know the situation before. I'll take this glass of wine as my uncle's apology. Do you mind?" Sanmao held the table with one hand and raised the wine glass with the other, although there was a hint of inquiry in his tone.
He was satisfied, but he didn't even wait for Lin Chengxun to express his opinion and drank it all in one gulp. "I won't cheat you. As for the previous contracts and agreements, they don't count. After the filming of the movie, you just seal Yuhai a big red envelope."
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When Wei Yuhai heard this, his expression changed and he almost jumped up from the stool, but Sanmao just glanced sideways, and he sat on the stool with his back straight and said nothing.
"Hey!" Lin Chengxun chuckled, licked his lips gently, and nodded slowly under Wei Yuhai's bright eyes. But before Sanmao could say the next sentence, he took out a gold-gilded red envelope from his arms, and then took it from his arms.
He took out a peninsula coin with the largest face value from his wallet, took out a pen and wrote a few big characters on the note, then stuffed the note into a red envelope and handed it to Sanmao from the table.
Seeing this, San Mao tapped his fingers on the table three times, his eyes stayed on Lin Chengxun's face for a moment, and he reached out directly to take the gold-gilded red envelope. He opened the red envelope without any hesitation and took out the banknote with big characters written on it.
The two of them actually directly passed Wei Yuhai, a serious movie martial arts instructor, which made Wei Yuhai scratch his ears and cheeks and feel itchy. But San Mao was sitting next to him, and Wei Yuhai didn't dare to look or move.
Even an old man like Sanmao couldn't help but his eyes flickered when he saw the big characters written on the banknotes. However, he was a weathered person after all. He calmed down in just two breaths and held the banknotes with his palms.
Pressing it on the table, he said in a deep voice: "This red envelope is a bit too heavy. I believe that a person must ask for something if he is polite. I'm afraid that I can't give you what you ask for."
The banknotes were spread flat on the table. Wei Yuhai finally saw the words on it clearly: Hong Kong Island Box Office Profit. When he saw these Chinese characters, his heart skipped a beat, but after a moment he realized that this red envelope was definitely not for him.
Hearing Sanmao's question, Lin Chengxun leaned forward, and his voice was neither humble nor arrogant: "I heard my father say that life is just a transaction, and everyone has their own demands. Uncle Sanmao doesn't ask me what I want.
, how do you know you can’t afford it?”
Sanmao frowned, looked at Lin Chengxun with lightning eyes, and tapped the word "Hong Kong Island" with the index finger of his hand holding the banknote: "You want this?"
"Yeah." Lin Chengxun nodded and said nothing.
Sanmao thought for a moment and then said something with a hint of embarrassment: "It seems that the pond on this peninsula is too small, making it difficult for you to stand up."
"I'm getting by for the time being, but people have to look up. I'm not from the Peninsula, and I don't have any dreams of American imperialism. I just want to climb out of the well with my own hands and feet and compete for the vastness of the sky."
San Mao laughed loudly when he heard this, grabbed the banknotes and stuffed them into the gold-gilded red envelope. Without looking at Wei Yuhai, he stuffed the red envelope directly into his arms, shook the wine glass and said: "You are not old, but your tone is not small. You are so
The wine is fake, how can you climb up?"
When Lin Chengxun saw Sanmao accepting the red envelope, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued with a smile, "The car is rented. Uncle Sanmao is not sitting here anymore."
"You are an interesting youngster. I've eaten your cake. I'm just waiting to see when you climb out of the pond on the peninsula!"
Sanmao's voice was loud, and he waved three fingers in front of Wei Yuhai. Wei Yuhai took out a brown expensive cigarette box from his arms, took out a cigar and smoldered it with a match before cutting off the cigar with cigar cutters.
hat, and finally handed it to Sanmao.
San Mao picked up the cigar and took a big puff. After blowing out a ring of smoke, he glared at Wei Yuhai who was disappointed, grabbed the cigar box with one hand, and slid it from the table to Lin Chengxun, "You can do it yourself."
Although Lin Chengxun has quit smoking for a long time, he also knows that this cigarette must be smoked. However, his smoking is naturally not as complicated as Sanmao. He just cuts off the cap, bites his lips, takes a strong puff, spits it out, and feels it for a while.
Taking in the mellow aroma of the cigar, he squinted his eyes and said, "If I have the chance, I will definitely treat Uncle Sanmao to some of my cigarettes." (I wanted to write about eating cigars, but I was afraid that people would think wildly, but people of my father's generation really smoked.
It’s said to be eating cigarettes rather than smoking.)
"Okay, I'll wait for that day!" Sanmao responded loudly with a smile. Looking at the empty wine glass, he didn't expect Wei Yuhai to see clearly the look in his eyes at this time. He stood up and opened the bottle of fake Remy Martin, and faced it.
The mouth started to pour.
Naturally, Lin Chengxun didn't dare to sit down. He stood up and looked respectfully at Sanmao as he poured the last drop of wine into the bottle and drank it up. Then he said, "Remy Martin is gone. I don't know if Uncle Sanmao likes the wolfberry wine."
Do you like it?"
Although Remy Martin is not a real Remy Martin, it has cost Jinhui City a lot of money. Sanmao finished the whole bottle on an empty stomach and was drunk. At this time, he looked like a big brother in the world. He kicked him with one kick.
On Wei Yuhai's buttocks, he pointed at the glass wine jars that were very conspicuously displayed in the restaurant and said, "It's a wink, okay? You want me to pour you some wine!"
Wei Yuhai quickly agreed and went directly to pick up the large glass wine jar in the hall.
After drinking two glasses of wine, Lin Chengxun felt that the pores all over his body were radiating heat. At this moment, Jin Huicheng happened to bring the dog meat to the stove (hot pot) on the table. Sanmao's nose twitched and he made a sound of "Ouch" and took it carelessly.
With chopsticks, he picked it up with his hands and chewed it with his upper and lower teeth, and he swallowed the hot dog meat.
"Good craftsmanship! But I am a bit stupid and became a nerd after reading. Now I am convinced that the soul of this film studio has always been Lin Chengxun."
Wei Yuhai heard that he was not the only one who was criticized, and the anger in his eyes became less. He was about to use his chopsticks, but was hit by a Sanmao chopstick on his hand, and two marks were drawn out. It was not until Lin Chengxun picked up a chopstick,
Only then can he start to eat.
Lin Chengxun slowly chewed a wolfberry in his mouth. He chewed Sanmao's words in his heart, and somewhat understood the deeper meaning. He raised the corners of his mouth and his smile became deeper. It turns out that everyone has his own desires.