Chapter 183: The license plate is worth more than the car.
But before Han Fei could make a decision, someone came to the door. This person's attitude was very arrogant. He opened his mouth and asked Han Fei to pour tea.
The visitor was naturally Zhao Mengru. He walked around and caught a glimpse of Xu Qingya who was recording.
Han Fei searched around and found no tea leaves, so he simply poured a glass of boiled water: "Yes, I just moved here, so you can just take a sip first."
Zhao Mengru glanced at Han Fei with a lewd look: "You kid, you don't learn well at a young age."
Han Fei knew at a glance that he had misunderstood and quickly explained: "No, are you interested? Didn't I build a sound studio before? She is the manager there."
Zhao Mengru said "Oh", and Han Fei didn't know whether he believed it or not. Anyway, he was too lazy to explain. This kind of thing was getting darker and darker, so it was better to be calm.
"No, your old man came to visit me in person, didn't he just come to my place to drink tea?" Han Fei chatted with Zhao Mengru for a while and finally asked.
Zhao Mengru's whole face became angry: "How dare you say that?" After saying that, he took out a card from his pocket and slapped it on the table.
"We agreed on one hundred thousand, what do you mean by secretly transferring money into my card? If word spreads about this, will I still have this old face?"
When Zhao Mengru came to film Tomb Raiders Notes to lower his net worth, it would be fine if Tomb Raiders Notes didn't make any money. Now that he had made money, Han Fei naturally wanted to make up for it, but the money from Penguin Video was delayed.
After the payment was received, this matter was postponed until yesterday.
As a result, this man came to the door today. Han Fei smiled: "How do you know that the money was transferred from me? What if the bank made a mistake?"
"You kid, stop playing tricks on me. Who else is so thoughtful except you? This is 1.2 million, plus the previous 100,000, which is exactly 100,000 more than the usual salary. Who else can be besides you? I owe you
You can think of it, but if you give me an extra 100,000 yuan, does it count as interest?" Zhao Mengru scolded Han Fei.
Han Fei scratched his nose in embarrassment: "Why are you so angry about this? You can't do it. If you are willing, can I take back the 1.2 million?"
In fact, Han Fei also knew that Zhao Mengru would not ask for the money, but whether he wanted it or not was one thing, and whether he would give it or not was another matter. This is how to be a human being. Of course, Han Fei didn't know that Zhao Mengru was the kind of person who cared.
, He also did this to show to the people in the circle. He definitely couldn’t hide this matter. When the time comes, people in the circle will also know that as long as they have helped him, he will remember it in his heart. Isn’t it the opposite of people’s hearts?
Is this how it came about?
"Oh, that's right." Zhao Mengru put the card into Han Fei's hand and instantly changed into a smiling face.
Han Fei was also happy. This was the first time he was so happy to see someone give him money.
Now that he is here, Han Fei naturally wants to treat Zhao Mengru to a meal. As a result, there are really no decent restaurants near Jingying Film. As an old man, Zhao Mengru directly asked Han Fei to get in the car and took him to the south of Dongcheng District.
Brush the door with meat.
Good guy, there are not many people wearing T-shirts and shorts eating hot pot in the summer, but let alone, there are really many people here, and there are many people lining up at the door.
Zhao Mengru and Han Fei rushed inside, causing the waiter to remind him that there were no private rooms inside, but he couldn't stand up to this old man's arrogance.
It didn't take long for the manager to come. When he saw Zhao Mengru, he smiled like a chrysanthemum and invited them into the private room on the second floor.
Han Fei quickly flattered him: "Yes, you still have face."
Zhao Mengju smiled proudly: "Isn't this a big deal? It's just a shabby shop. If it wasn't close, I wouldn't have brought you here at all. Let me tell you, I'm here too.
shares, but I just take the money and don’t care about the business.”
Well, co-writing is my own business, no wonder he was so arrogant just now.
"But, I asked you, shouldn't it be time for you to get a car? Is it ridiculous that you have to drive your car for a meal?" While the food was being served, Zhao Mengru began to complain about Han Fei.
After saying this, Han Fei really remembered: "Hey, don't tell me, I need to get a certificate. I have been talking about it before, but I forgot about it when I was busy."
Zhao Mengru nodded: "Take a photo of your ID card, and I'll sign you up for a class. Hurry up and practice. After all, he's a boss with a net worth of tens of millions. When he goes out, he has to wait for a taxi on the curb, which will cost him a lot of status."
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"Yes, it's all up to you." Han Fei knew that Lu Ziye didn't care about so many things. He would do whatever the old man arranged.
"However, this certificate is easy to get, but the license plate is not. I heard that you can't get one in the lottery after waiting for several years."
Zhao Mengru chuckled: "You are still young, so let me teach you a trick?"
When Han Fei saw that the food and wine were served, he quickly poured wine for Zhao Mengru.
"Actually, it's very simple. You just spend a few bucks. You buy a car with a photo, then go to the vehicle management office to apply for scrapping, keep the license plate, and when you buy a new car, you can directly register the new car name.
Come on, don’t you have a license plate?” Zhao Mengru took the glass and took a sip.
I have to admit that this old man has his tricks up his sleeve. To put it bluntly, in the second-hand car market in Beijing now, cars are not valuable. The key is that the license plate is valuable. Selling a car is not as good as selling a license plate.
Zhao Mengru gave Han Fei another trick: "You'd better get two of them. Isn't it restricted to odd and even numbers now? Get them all at once to save trouble."
Han Fei nodded. In fact, he knew this even if he didn't say it. Originally, there were two cars at home, with odd and even numbers. After Dong Jie gave birth to her baby, only one car was left at home. Han Xiao probably sold it to relieve the pressure.
Yes, this is why Han Fei left a one million note for his family.
In the summer, they hid in the private room and ate hot pot with the air conditioner on. Not to mention it was really unique. Han Fei and Zhao Mengru ate shabu-shabu and drank wine, and soon started chatting.
When he was almost drunk, Han Fei suddenly asked: "Old man, you are here not just to give me money, right?"
Zhao Mengru said "Hey": "You kid, why do you say that?"
"Your old man has looked at his watch seven times since he entered the house. Don't tell me that you look at your watch just to show off to me, you're a Rolex?" Han Fei said with a smile.
"Hey, you kid is so fucking smart that you are better than a monkey. Actually, I am also acting as a middleman today. There is an old friend who wants to talk to you about something, and he is also a member of our circle...
..." As Zhao Mengru was talking, the door of the box was pushed open.
When Zhao Mengru saw it, he started to complain: "Well, you old fan, I agreed that you would be the host today, but you, old boy, are actually late."
Lao Fan repeatedly handed over his hands to accuse, and then stretched out his hand to Han Fei: "Han Fei, right? You are like Lao Zhao, just call me Lao Fan."
Han Fei stretched out his hand in slight surprise. Although this director's films were not very successful, he was one of the representatives in the Beijing circle. However, he changed his career as an investor in recent years and was gradually forgotten by people.
It's just that this person who made an appointment with Zhao Mengru didn't just want to get to know him, right? Han Fei couldn't help but frown slightly.