After separating from Wang Tianlin halfway, Yang Qiu and Liu Lianghua whispered, and then personally sent her home, and then slowly paced by herself, all the way back to Hou Wangmiao's home.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw a person squatting at my door.

"Brother Cheng, why are you here? Yang Qiu looked at Cheng Gang, who was squatting on the ground like an old farmer, and was a little stunned.

When Cheng Gang saw Yang Qiu, he stood up happily, pouted at the closed door, and said, "I'm waiting for you, it's been a long time." ”

With the completion of the filming of Wang Tianlin's new play, Li Man, as the producer, finally had a little free, and she had not seen Li Yi for a long time, and after waiting for Yang Qiu to go out early this morning, she also went to Tiaojingling.

Therefore, Cheng Gang was greeted only by a closed door.

Yang Qiu took out the key and said curiously: "Wait for me?

Although Cheng Gang's repertory troupe has been popular for a while, it has gradually lost its attraction to people because this drama has been performed for so long.

As a result, the attendance of the theater has fallen, and the troupe is barely able to survive.

Cheng Gang didn't think about acting in other new dramas, but is it so easy for a popular drama to come out? The attendance rate of the new drama has not yet been as high as it has been, which has caused Cheng Gang to often lament in front of Yang Qiu.

But Yang Qiu can't help with this matter, so he can't take it out.

Then I guess the two of them don't want to mix in the film industry.

"No, I'm looking for you myself. Cheng Gang smiled and patted a large cloth pocket on his chest.

Yang Qiu raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, pushed open the door, and took the lead and walked in. Cheng Gang has come here a lot of times, and he followed up to put down his pockets and sat on the long-backed chair.

Looking around, seeing Yang Qiu holding a hot water kettle and starting to make tea, Cheng Gang asked casually: "You said that you made so much money at once, why didn't you think about changing to a bigger house?"

"It's already being considered. ”

"Oh——!" Cheng Gang's eyes lit up and asked, "Where are you going to buy a house?"

"Buy?" Yang Qiu shook his head, took the brewed tea and handed it to Cheng Gang and said, "If you don't buy it, I'll buy the land directly." ”

In recent years, due to the population explosion in Xiangjiang, the Hong Kong government has begun to strictly control the planning of various land uses, and it is not easy for you to buy land and build a house for your own use.

Of course, the refugee houses that dot the mountains don't count.

However, no matter how tightly the land is controlled, it cannot be tightened in the eighties and nineties.

For example, the Hong Kong government is very quick to approve all kinds of industrial land and commercial land that can greatly absorb all kinds of idle labor.

Just like Guangyi in the past few days, he spent a lot of money to buy a vacant land on Pak Tai Street and prepared to build his own studio.

Yang Qiu felt that he could also learn from it.

But......

"Then where do you plan to buy land and build a house?" Cheng Gang took the tea and asked again.

Yang Qiu sat down with his own tea, took a sip and said slowly: "Over there on the Diamond Mountain Axe Mountain Road." ”

"Axe Mountain Road?" Cheng Gang frowned slightly, and said: "It can be regarded as a suburb over there, and there are many mountains, isn't it a little too remote." ”

"Hou Wang Temple and Pak Tai Street more than 20 years ago, but they are also suburbs. ”

Yang Qiu smiled and continued: "The population of Xiangjiang has increased much more in the past two years than in the previous twenty years, and I estimate that it will not be biased in a few years." Moreover, it is better, and it is cheaper to have more open space. ”

"Forehead......" Cheng Gang hesitated for a while, picked up the teacup and asked twice: "Then you...... How much are you going to spend on a house?"

"Two hundred thousand. ”

Poof——!

"Ahem, cough, cough, ——!" Cheng Gang, who was drinking tea, was startled by Yang Qiu's words, choked several times, and hurriedly slapped his chest twice and said, "Two hundred thousand! I heard you right, right?"

"No, it's 200,000. ”

"Are you crazy? Are you going to build a horse farm over there?"

Don't blame Cheng Gang for saying this, what is the concept of 200,000?

200,000 yuan, you can buy a big house of more than 2,000 square feet in Milton Road, the most prosperous area in Kowloon, and live a life of fine clothes and food.

On the side of Hou Wang Temple, on the house where Yang Qiu lives, you can buy five or six.

Just collecting rent can make him worry about food and clothing......

200,000 yuan went to the barren mountains and wilderness of Axe Mountain Road to build a house, how big did it have to be? You must know that the land price of that barren mountain is only 0.5 Hong Kong dollars a foot now!

So......

"The horse farm can't be built, but the plot should be about the same size as the horse farm. ”

"What?"

"I applied to the Public Works Department for 20,000 square feet of land. ”

"Ahem, cough, ahem——!" Cheng Gang was uncomfortable again, and said in surprise: "What are you buying so much land for?"

"It's cheap, all the costs add up to less than 15,000 yuan. Yang Qiu replied as a matter of course.

Cheng Gang listened to it for a while, rubbed his forehead, and suddenly reacted and asked, "No, can the Hong Kong government approve you to build a house on so much land?"

"So, I applied for a set of land. ”

"......" Cheng Gang was stunned, and after being stunned for two or three seconds, he asked unconvinced: "On the set?"

"Hmm. ”

After getting a definite answer, Cheng Gang glanced at Yang Qiu up and down several times, and then asked, "You have so much money to build a studio?"

"Not yet. Yang Qiu shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "But after the land is in hand, there are still five years of construction time, take your time, I think five years will definitely be enough for me to earn money on the set." ”

“……”

Cheng Gang completely convinced Yang Qiu's courage at this time, and after thinking twice, he 'snapped' and threw the cloth bag he brought on the coffee table.

Yang Qiu frowned, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Cheng Gang's gourd.

But looking at the shape of the bag, it looks like it contains some kind of documents.

Cheng Gang didn't sell it anymore, so he opened the bag directly and took out the contents and placed them neatly on the coffee table.

When he saw what these were, Yang Qiu was stunned for a while.

、、、、、……

Seven or eight of them are scripts! And they are all signed by Cheng Gang.

Inexplicably, Yang Qiu thought of Qin Jian, who had just talked to him not long ago......

However, obviously, these in front of him are all Cheng Gang's own works, and in terms of the cultural literacy of the people in the repertory troupe, they will definitely not be able to write any good scripts.

Yang Qiu scratched his forehead and asked in some surprise, "Brother Cheng, what are you...... Looking for me to sell scripts?"

"No, Brother Yang, no, Boss Yang. Cheng Gang waved his hand, patted his chest and said, "I'm not selling scripts, I'm looking for you to sell myself." ”

"What?"

"I want to be a director, a real director!"

After working together for so long, Yang Qiu still knows Cheng Gang's ability, and it must be not bad, otherwise it would not still appear in Hong Kong entertainment books in the 70s.

It's this script, it's a bit too much!

Responding to Cheng Gang's request to be the director and sending him out of the door, Yang Qiu returned to the room, looked at the stack of scripts on the coffee table, and sighed helplessly.

Boom! Let's read it locally.

Shoot whichever book is best, it's definitely not possible to shoot it all, even if Cheng Gang has time, Yang Qiu doesn't have so much money.

Just when Yang Qiu was holding the fantasy book and reading it, Li Hanxiang, who was so busy that he was discouraged, pushed open the door and ran in, picked up the tea that Cheng Gang had not finished drinking, and poured it 'tons and tons'.

"What's wrong with Xiao Hongnian?" asked Yang Qiu as he closed the script.

Li Hanxiang slapped his hand and said, "Acute pneumonia." ”

"Seriously?"

"It's not clear now, the doctor said......" Li Hanxiang wiped his mouth and said with red eyes: "The doctor said let's be prepared, Xiao Hongnian may have a blood infection, which is not easy to treat." ”

"This ......" Yang Qiu's heart darkened, and he sighed: "Disaster is not a one-way street. ”

"Brother, Sister Hong is so pitiful. ”

"What can we do to help, Ah Xiang, you look at the help of a little more. ”

"Hmm!"