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Chapter 89 You Are So Funny!

Shang Qing thought for a while and replied: "Mr. Hekou used the plan made by the script of the thirteen episodes to solicit investment. I heard what he said yesterday, and it seems that there are some clues. I can't talk about this kind of thing, um , if it is fast, it can be completed in a few days, if it is slow, hehe, yes, I also got some gossip that "DEATH-NOTE" may only be a small production. You know, this type of film is still in Japan. Rarely, I think investors should not take too much risk."

"I understand." Ren Hao said gratefully: "Thank you, really thank you, I really don't know much about this aspect, if you hadn't reminded me, I would definitely have gone the wrong way."

"You're welcome, after all, we are all Chinese."

Shang Qing's words made Ren Hao feel good about him.

The word "Chinese" seems to bring the relationship between the two closer.

"That, Miss Shang..."

"Mr. Ren, if you have anything to ask, just ask."

Ren Hao rubbed his nose with a dumbfounded smile: "I don't think we should call Mr. or Miss. In this way, we can just call them by name in the future. Do you think it's okay?"

"Of course."

"Okay, um, I have something else I want to ask you." Ren Hao looked sideways at the script draft on the desk, pointing at the small green book with his fingertips and sliding back and forth on the desk, "I asked, can you not Joking at me, um, what I am most concerned about now is when I can get the money. I don’t know the process in Japan, but according to the process of the Chinese TV drama script, I can only get the money in batches. That is to say, a part will be given at the beginning, a part will be given in the middle of the production, and the final payment will not be made until the end of the production. Is it the same in Japan?"

"That's right, China and Japan are the same in this regard."

Ren Hao continued to ask: "Oh, then, as you said just now, "DEATH-NOTE" may be produced with a small investment. In the case of thirteen episodes, how much money can I get? Uh, of course, It’s okay if you’re inconvenient to say, I’m just asking casually.”

Ren Hao seems a bit weak in this aspect of knowledge, and now Risheng hasn't discussed the price with him, but if he talks about it in the future, he really doesn't know what price to ask, so he wants to ask Shang Qing, at least he has a bottom line in his heart .

Shang Qing on the other end of the phone showed a slight smile: "It's okay, there's nothing I can't say, well, as you know, I was just assigned to the production team, and many things can only be heard. As far as I know, if it is a small For the thirteen-episode scripts invested in, if the money you can get is converted into RMB..."

Shang Qing's voice hesitated for a moment: It seemed to be calculating carefully, "It should not be less than 20."

Ren Hao was obviously stunned: "Are you sure it's RMB?"

"Yes, 20 RMB." Shang Qing's tone was firm.

Ren Hao was really confused. He had calculated countless times. Whether from the perspective of the times or the market, the price of an animation script was only 30 yuan, and it was calculated based on 37 episodes. For three episodes, it would cost less than 10 yuan at most, right?

"Miss Shang, uh, Shang Qing, I'm sorry, I'm not doubting your words, but I've calculated many times based on the price of Chinese scripts, how come there's no such thing as 20 yuan?"

Shang Qing said something inexplicable: "For me, the money is really not that much."

Ren Hao wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help it. The meaning of what he said was that Shang Qing was flaunting himself as a rich man.But really rich people don't work hard for others, do they?

Ren Hao didn't understand what card Shang Qing played.

Perhaps because she discovered her language problem, Shang Qing couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, don't get me wrong, I mean, for us Chinese in Japan, this money really doesn't count. many."

"what do you mean……"

"Let me make an inappropriate analogy. In Japan, the cheapest bean sprouts are more expensive than Chinese lobsters. What's more ironic is that almost all of these cheap vegetables come from China. Oh, sorry, I It’s a bit off topic, well, in fact, Japan earns a lot of money, but the consumption is also very high, especially the food and beverage item, which will almost spend nearly half of the income, plus the rent, water and electricity. If the 20 is placed in my In your hands, it will definitely take less than two years, but you are different. In China, food, clothing and housing are much cheaper than in Japan. The 20 is in your hands. I believe that if you live frugally, you will spend seven or eight years. No problem at all."

"I see." Ren Hao understood what Shang Qing meant.

"Hehe, that's why I said that the money is not too much for me, but it is different for you. You should not calculate according to the standards of Chinese script writers. Script writers are at least twice as much as they are What about the money?"

"Thank you."

"It's all right, but the 20 yuan is just my guess. It's really finalized, and we have to wait for the investment to be finalized before we can agree on the contract." After a few contacts, the two of them were no longer so reserved. Shang Qing casually said curiously: "Listen You know the script quite well, I guess you must be the screenwriter? Don’t look at me in Japan, I also watch Chinese TV series from time to time, hehe, which movie did you write? Have I seen it?”

"Hehe, you really flattered me." Ren Hao changed the phone between crying and laughing: "I have never written a script, and those things are all based on my hearsay."

"Impossible?" Shang Qing obviously didn't believe him: "I heard from the producer that the storyboard script you sent me a few days ago was very professionally written, especially the dialogue inside. An old man who is over [-] years old will definitely not be able to write it."

Those conversations were entirely due to Aunt Rong and had nothing to do with Ren Hao.

"Nothing." Ren Hao was a little ashamed: "Actually, I'm still a student."

"Student?" Shang Qing covered her mouth and giggled, "You... are so humorous."

"Uh, don't laugh, I'm telling the truth."

During his dealings with Risheng, Ren Hao has always been reluctant to tell them his real age. After all, the old saying "no hair on the mouth, no work well" explained many practical problems.

However, Shang Qing had a good impression on him, and Ren Hao didn't want to hide it from her anymore.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Shang Qing was taken aback for a moment: "The students you mentioned, do you mean graduate students?"

"No." Ren Hao scratched his head: "To be precise, I just entered high school this year."

"Hehe...hehe..."

After chatting for a while with Shang Qing who couldn't help but laugh, Ren Haofang hung up the phone.Ren Hao, who has never had a relationship with the word "humor", is also labeled as humorous by Shang Qing.

Chapter 90 Children...

Perhaps because he heard his son put down the phone, Zhuo Yuqin from the outer room called him through the door: "Xiao Hao, come here, I'll talk to you about something."

Ren Hao, whose mind was filled with 20 RMB, simply collected his thoughts and walked out slowly: "Have you measured it? How many meters is our house?"

"They haven't arrived yet."

"Not yet? Didn't you say you'll be there in the afternoon?"

"Hey, there's no reason for what they said. Do you still remember when our alley was demolished?" Zhuo Yuqin laughed a little: "I said it four years ago, but what's the matter here, isn't there still no movement?"

"That's right, by the way, what do you want from me?"

Zhuo Yuqin opened her mouth, and after hesitating and hesitating a few times, Fang said: "You can go to your Aunt Rong's house for dinner tonight."

"why?"

"Hmm... Aunt Rong has something to do with you. In short, you can go." Zhuo Yuqin's words flickered, she got up and pushed her son's shoulders, and sent him out of the house, "Go quickly."

Ren Hao looked back at his mother inexplicably, hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps forward and knocked on the door of Fan Qirong's dilapidated house, "Aunt Rong, it's me, can I go in?"

At this time, Zhuo Yuqin had turned back to the house.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Ren Hao stepped into the door, and immediately wondered to Fan Qirong who was squatting on the ground choosing vegetables: "My mother said, what do you need from me?"

Fan Qirong threw the celery in her hand into the basket, fell silent for a while, and looked at him sideways: "It's nothing serious, I just want to ask how you are doing with your studies recently, um, so, let's go out to eat later, let's go to Quanjude."

Regardless of the mother or Fan Qirong, Ren Hao smelled something unusual.He thumped in his heart, frowned and shook his head and said, "Farewell, the things there are so expensive, I think you want to bake stuffing boxes, I can eat this too."

"OK then."

"It's not a good time, I'll help you."

Ren Hao wanted to help her, but Fan Qirong refused to do it, she wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead: "Auntie has a book by the bedside, you can read it yourself." Afterwards, she was busy with meals alone, I didn't talk to Ren Hao anymore.

A few days ago, Ren Hao had noticed the changes in Aunt Rong, and he was very indifferent to himself. In connection with the previous events, Aunt Rong's behavior was also a matter of course.

Whether it's the ambiguous incident under the quilt or the peeping incident with a fan, there are reasons for Fan Qirong to distance herself from herself.

It's not that Ren Hao didn't think about remedial measures, but unfortunately, they were all to no avail.

Perhaps with Aunt Rong, it can only be the relationship between the younger generation and the elder forever.

It's time to wake up from those unrealistic dreams.

With a slight sigh, Ren Hao put down his thoughts on Aunt Rong for the time being, rolled his eyes, and sat on the bedside and looked suspiciously at Fan Qirong who was playing with the electric baking pan: "You and my mother, do you have something to talk to?" I said?"

Fan Qirong, who put down a box on the pan, paused slightly with her fingertips, "No, why do you say that?"

"I see that you and my mother are quite abnormal today." Ren Hao stared at her closely, "It stands to reason that my mother should let you eat at my house, how could it be possible to send me to you?"

"It will be cooked in a while." Fan Qirong didn't answer his question, covered the pan, then wiped the sweat from the corners of her eyes with a towel on the washbasin stand, looked at Ren Hao from the corner of her eye, "Celery stuffed, I love it." Do you want to eat?"

"Aunt Rong..."

Fan Qirong was silent, dragged her mature and plump body and sat on the chair in front of the desk, exhaled, her eyes naturally followed the footsteps in the yard, and at the same time, Ren Hao also heard the sound of people walking slowly in the yard. Clear conversation.

"Old Ren, you just have to sit down for a while. The two of us won't eat here anymore. The family is still waiting."

"That's okay, we're all home, eat something before leaving."

"I think it will be another day."

"Don't, don't, go into the house."

As they said that, the three of them shook the glass of Aunt Rong's house, and Ren Hao frowned instantly when they could see people.

It's Sun Song and Sun Sheng!

A few days ago, Ren Hao had satirized the two of them, no matter how thick-skinned they were, they would definitely not come back again. Now it seems that it must be the father's business looking for Luo, so he wants to apologize to them or something?

Even if Aunt Rong didn't say anything, at this moment, Ren Hao also understood the purpose of his mother sending him away.

"Hao..." Fan Qirong paid attention to Ren Hao's expression, "Sometimes, you have to think about your big brother and big sister, don't be too impulsive when you talk and do things."

Ren Hao smiled irrefutably and said nothing.

"Look at this time, how much trouble did you cause your parents for the sake of quick talk?" Fan Qirong said earnestly: "You are still young, and you don't know many things well. When you grow up..."

"Aunt Rong..." Ren Hao interrupted her. He wanted to smile wryly, but he squeezed the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't.Ren Hao shook his head, turned around and pushed open the door. Before leaving, he looked back at Fan Qirong: "If possible, I really hope to be a child, a child for the rest of my life..."

"Hao, come back!" Fan Qirong hurried up to pull him, but her hand slipped, but she didn't grab it: "The meal is already cooked, where are you going?" She knew Ren Hao's temper, don't look at him usually listless , but if it really gets angry, it may be difficult to suppress it.

Fan Qirong hurriedly caught up with him, but at this time, Ren Hao had already opened the door of his house.

Fan Qirong secretly said "Oops".

Chapter 91 The Factory Manager Arrives

Seeing Ren Hao coming in, Sun Song and Sun Sheng's expressions became ugly. Zhuo Yuqin gave his son a complaining look and motioned him to get out quickly. Ren Xueyu frowned and didn't say a word.

The atmosphere was a little deadlocked.

It is true that Sun Song has not been so careful to put on small shoes for Ren Xueyu in the past two days, but after all, Ren Xueyu is just under 50 years old and has ten years before he can retire. , so as to resolve the contradiction.

But the appearance of Ren Hao made things worse.

"Hao..." Fan Qirong grabbed Ren Hao's arm from behind: "The meal is ready, let's go and eat with my aunt."

However, things did not evolve according to the expectations of the few people. What stunned them was that Ren Hao walked up to Sun Song and Sun Sheng with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm really sorry last time. I drank some wine and didn't know What did you say, I heard what my dad said later, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Sun Song was slightly startled, looked at him, but said nothing.

"That's it." Ren Hao picked up the beer on the ground and filled three glasses, "I'll punish myself with three glasses." There was no affectation on his face, it seemed that he really drank too much that day and didn't drink anything. remembered.

Looking at Ren Hao who drank three cups in a row, Fan Qirong's eyes flashed a trance. In the past, no matter how sensible Ren Hao acted, subconsciously, they still regarded him as a child, an ignorant child, but now it seems that, They seem to be... all wrong.

Ren Xueyu, who came to his senses, hurriedly picked up his glass apologetically: "Yes, he drank too much that day before he went home, sorry, sorry."

Sun Song and his younger brother looked at each other, and then said with a fake smile: "Did you really drink that day?" It was something everyone knew well, but Sun Song took it to the table. Obviously, he didn't let this person drink. The plan to bring things to an end.

Fan Qirong shook her head slightly, in comparison, Ren Hao is better at being a human being than them.

You are not even as good as a child, no wonder you are not welcome.

Ren Hao was still smiling apologetically: "Yeah, I don't drink well, and I get drunk after a little, so I'm sorry." After hesitating for a while, Ren Hao gritted his teeth and poured another glass of beer: "Look, you and my dad have been together for so many years. Colleague, it's really inappropriate for me to make such a fuss, um, how about I punish myself with three cups?"

As for beer, Ren Hao really didn't drink much, so he deliberately ordered the relationship of several people who have been colleagues for so many years, thinking that Sun Sheng should use this step to step down, right?

Sun Song looked at him and nodded in satisfaction: "You don't know how ugly what you said that day, hehe, but it's not a big deal, um, after drinking three glasses of wine, we both pretended nothing happened, how about it?" ?”

Up to now, Ren Hao only nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you." He picked up the wine bottle casually, but who knows, he was stopped by Sun Song: "The beer is boring, come on, drink white." The bottle of Red Star Erguotou on the table.

Three cups, about eight taels!

Even if he drank slowly, Ren Hao would be drunk in twos and twos, let alone drink eight taels of fast wine!

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Zhuo Yuqin, Ren Xueyu, and Fan Qirong suddenly changed. Let a child who can't drink drink eight taels in one go?

Isn't this killing people?

Ren Xueyu tried his best to keep himself calm: "I'll drink it for him."

Sun Song waved his hand: "Let him drink by himself."

Ren Hao looked at the wine bottle a little apprehensively, "Dad, it's okay, I'll drink it."

"Hao..."

"Xiao Hao..."

Fan Qirong and Zhuo Yuqin called him at the same time, but Ren Hao shrugged his shoulders indifferently, opened the baijiu until it was full, and immediately poured it into his stomach with his neck up.

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