However, the good times didn't last long, Feng Han just turned on the computer, and was about to tell Han Wu about the plot of the comic version of Meteor Garden that he had imagined, and his mother came to knock on the door in person.

"Son, I'll go in and ask you something. ”

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"What happened to you!" the old mother directly held the page with the children's literature printed on the pony crossing the river, "This is the story you told Su Su before, right?"

"Mom, this is a short story, I don't have a few manuscript fees, I have already spent it on a treat!" Feng Han confessed a little, this is called protecting the big but not the small.

"Don't tell the truth, right?" Mei Fengchao smiled, "Isn't there a secret of a treasure gourd, that one can grow~"

"Well, that manuscript fee is 30,000. Feng Han was already shivering.

"Is that all?" Mei Fengchao seemed to have hole cards.

"What else could there be!" Feng Han said stubbornly.

"There are a lot of bonuses for that Queqiao Immortal~"

"Didn't you say it couldn't have been written by me?"

Mei Fengchao took out her mobile phone, "I searched it, and just now a writer named Le Kan on the Internet said that the sealing of children's literature and art is the sealing of the story of Zhai~"

Feng Han: Lekan your sister! No, your sister! Eh, it's not suitable~

"Okay, Mom, can you leave me some, it's very inconvenient for a man to go out and have no money, and even girls won't look at me squarely, in this case, what else to talk about marrying a daughter-in-law, so it's more important to find a partner first, right." "Feng Han only has the knowledge to reason, and the emotion to move.

Mei Fengchao sighed, "Actually, what I want to say is not about money, it's about this Queqiao Immortal!"

She made sure that the door was tightly closed, so she asked in a low voice, "You, do you have that idea for Xiao Wu?"

"How is it possible, Mom, what do you want!"

"But I see the thoughts in your poem, it's very intriguing, if the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight, isn't this talking about Xiao Wu going to college?"

After Mei Fengchao found out, she didn't dare to tell Han Shiqun, and secretly came to her son to confirm, for fear that her husband wouldn't be able to stand this stimulation~

Mom's reaction when she saw this poem was much more sensitive and intense than Uncle Han's, Feng Han soothed, "Mom, this really has nothing to do with Han Wu, I wrote it a long time ago, some people need to be emotionally in place to write poems, I don't need it at all, I can make it without emotion, and Uncle Han also knows that I wrote this poem." ”

"Ah, if you say that, Mom will be relieved. Mei Fengchao breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Han opened the door with a smile, "Then you can go back and rest quickly, I still have to sleep." ”

"Wait, I haven't talked about your manuscript fee yet. ”

"Mom, can't you forget this little thing?"

"No," Mei Fengchao said angrily, "You said you, the manuscript fee must be 80,000, if you hand it over to me a few days earlier, the stock market will be good these days, plus my operation, it can at least become 100,000, a good market, so you missed it in vain!"

"It's really fake!"

Feng Han knew that his mother was in the financial industry before, but he didn't know much about the details, it seems that since she gave birth to Su Su, she resigned at home and would pay attention to the stock market, but Feng Han really didn't know that her mother was still a stock market master!

In a few days, 80,000 can become 100,000!

Mei Fengchao smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I originally wanted to take you to make money together, since you are so suspicious of my mother, then I should make a fortune myself, the market has been good recently, maybe I can change to a good car." ”

"Wait a minute, Mom, my biological mother!" Feng Han grabbed Mei Fengchao, "Take me to play!"

"And how much can you give?"

"Uh, fifty thousand~" He also left more than ten thousand for himself.

"Why don't you give me all 80,000, it's not enough for you to keep a few thousand?"

Feng Han didn't dare to say that he spent 20,000 yuan on Han Wu, for fear that she would think nonsense, "50,000 is okay, can it become 100,000 during the Chinese New Year?"

"It depends on the market, and in short, it won't make you lose money. In this way, Mei Fengchao asked her son to hand over his wife Ben willingly.

When the money was transferred, Feng Han really felt the heartache of cutting meat, "Mom, the money has been invested in the stock market by you, what if I need it urgently?"

"You go directly to your mother, your mother will lend it to you, and the interest will not be calculated, and if you have a relatively large amount of manuscript fees in the future, you will hand it over to me directly, and your mother will operate it for you, which must be better than you in the bank!"

Feng Han decided to wait and see, if it was really easy to borrow money from his mother, then it would be okay to hand over most of his future income to his mother, after all, he was a financial idiot, and he couldn't even play with X Bao in his previous life.

Mei Fengchao asked before leaving, "Your illustrations are all drawn by Xiao Wu, does her manuscript cost a lot?"

This is, it's not enough to take away his wife, are you still worried about Han Wu's dowry?

Feng Han nodded hurriedly: "It is said that there are quite a few!"

Mei Fengchao smiled meaningfully and nodded, "Okay, you can sleep." ”

As soon as Mei Fengchao went out, she heard the sound of a phone call from her mother's room, in the dialect of her hometown, as if she was talking to Xiaohan's grandmother.

"Mom, what's wrong?" After the phone hung up, Mei Fengchao went in and asked.

"Han Grandma's call," Mei Fengchao sighed, "I said that I was going to change the repertoire, it was too sudden!"

"Isn't the repertoire already determined?"

"Yes," Tang Kexiu said sadly, "The original play was "Evening on the Outskirts of Las Vegas", a very fashionable new play, but suddenly we were told that King Wu was going to attend the premiere, and let us prepare a shadow puppet show suitable for children." ”

King Wu Lan Jingling is the youngest son of the first emperor, eight years old this year, the prince of Daxia has no fief, and does not force to live in the palace, after the death of the old emperor, the king of Wu, who is still breastfeeding, let his mother take it back to his mother's house to raise.

Although he is a royal nobleman, it is all in this era, and King Wu's entertainment attributes far exceed the attributes of the royal family.

Because she is handsome and cute, Lan Jingling lives more like an Internet celebrity, this baby is only eight years old and only in the second grade, but there are more than 80 million fans on the world's largest social platform, most of them are mother-in-law fans, and their appeal is comparable to that of some film and television circles, such as Lu Youxi, who has 50 million fans, is far less than this Lan Jingling.

I don't know what path the film company took, but it was possible to let Wu Wang, who has 80 million fans, participate in the premiere of their movie, which is a good publicity point, and it is natural to treat it with high standards, if Wu Wang can say something good about their movie at that time, it will definitely make this small-budget literary film get box office returns that exceed expectations.

Mei Fengchao asked: "When will you perform?

"Tomorrow night's performance, time is not a problem, the problem is that there is no suitable good program, to put it bluntly, tomorrow's audience is mainly that little Wu Wang, the most important thing is to satisfy him, some programs are not suitable for children, he can't understand them, some children's stories are too old-fashioned, Wu Wang is well-informed, how easy it is so easy to satisfy him," Tang Kexiu said, "Sun Lan and I are worried about whether to use the previous classic story, or adapt it appropriately." ”

After listening to the old lady's troubles, Mei Fengchao had an idea, "Yes, wait a minute, I'll call your grandson!"