Chapter Seventy-Five: It's Him!

Next to the Surabaya River, in a courtyard house!

The courtyard is surrounded by patches of fields, and schools of fish and shrimp in the river.

As far as the eye can see, a variety of crops are distributed in a pattern of tic-tac-toe, and the trees are forested in the distance, making it a paradise for birds.

If you ask the farmers in this area, even if they are talking in their dreams, they know that this farm is the private domain of the Sima family.

"Old Wei, I haven't seen you for half a year, right? How have you been? Sima Wen stared at his old friend opposite and said kindly.

"Less, what about things?"

The person sitting opposite Sima Wen was not a bystander, it was the poet Wei Zhengyi.

This dared to give Sima Wen such a face, and he also spoke to him in a scolding tone, but he was afraid that Wei Zhengyi was the first person.

Oh yes, if you have to talk about the second person, I'm afraid it's Tang and Song!

"I said Lao Wei, your stinky temper must be changed, otherwise, it will hurt your body." Sima Wen reminded.

"Thanks! I said you dead horse, you can't fool me, thing, I'm here to see things! Shi Nu Wei Zheng said angrily.

"Dead horse, it's still comfortable to listen to!"

Sima Wen took a deep breath and continued, "Old Wei, today I heard the same name as this comfortable feeling. ”

Wei Zhengyi had already stood up, raised his legs and was about to leave.

At this time, Sima Wen took out a picture of words appropriately,

"Well, here!"

If it weren't for the dead horse saying that there was a picture of everyone's words, to let himself appreciate it, even if he carried himself in a sedan chair, he wouldn't have come.

However, just after taking a look, Wei Zhengyi was even more angry, his eyes were like knives, he glared at Sima Wen, and said angrily,

"You dead horse, you can't make me dizzy when I'm old, and I can recognize your stinky words, even if they turn to ashes."

Without further ado, Wei Zhengyi was about to rush out of the door.

"That's the wrong one, but you take a look at the content first!"

Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi looked at this with anger, and suddenly his anger disappeared, and his eyes widened like copper bells.

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

The water is not deep, but the dragon is spiritual.

……

After reading it, Shi Nu Wei Zheng said three good words in a row,

"Who is the author of such a masterpiece? How come I haven't heard of it? Which dynasty was the poet? ”

Seeing that Lao Wei's anger was gone, Sima Wen smiled, "Neither is the poet of any dynasty, but we are modern." Don't you often say that poetry is like a person, so guess what kind of person he is? ”

Wei Zhengyi paced in the room, and first commented on "The Burrow", which was similar to Sima Wen's comment.

Immediately afterwards, he smashed his chin and said,

"I should be about fifty years old, I don't want fame and fortune, my family is not short of money, I either go through politics or ......business," Wei Zhengyi analyzed to the end, suddenly stopped, and said in disbelief,

"Dead horse, don't tell me, you wrote this?"

Sima Wen laughed, "If I had that strength, do you think I would have come to you today." I'll tell you the truth, you guessed not a single word. ”

"He's only twenty-four this year."

"What? Twenty-four! Wei Zhengyi's jaw dropped in shock. It's too -- against the sky.

"I asked people to investigate, twenty-four, I was expelled from school before I finished college, my family background is average, and I don't have any experience of going out to study. You are a veteran in the poetry circle, think about it for me, is there such a poetry family that is hidden in the world? ”

Wei Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Nine out of nine." If there is, my Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi will definitely know. Those old guys, they can't even write this. ”

Is this weird? Could it be that he is self-taught, as he said? Sima Wen blinked suspiciously, he thought he would be able to find the answer from Wei Zhengyi. He even suspected that this Tang and Song Dynasty was Wei Zhengyi's closed disciple.

You must know that Changqingzhai, where he lives, Lao Wei knows.

The incomplete "Shanglin Fu", Lao Wei also knows.

If you have to give Tang Songan a teacher, it can only be, and it must be, Wei Zhengyi.

However, judging by his reaction, it could not be him at all.

At this time, Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi seemed to suddenly remember something, "Dead horse, didn't you say that there are still words?" Where? ”

Immediately afterwards, Sima Wen took out the Tang and Song Dynasty characters.

After sending Tang Song away, he returned to his room. Sima Wen discovered the ink treasure of the Tang and Song dynasties. I don't know if I don't look at it, but when I look at it, my old face suddenly turns red.

His own words are far inferior to that of a twenty-four-year-old young man.

Shame on you!

It's been a waste of so many years to learn from all of you.

However, after asking Qingchuan, Sima Wen seemed to suddenly realize.

Indeed, Tang Song is right, his words have always been in a state of imitation, without word soul and emotion, just like a skin.

In addition to studying poetry, Wei Zhengyi, a poet, is also involved in calligraphy. After reading this picture, I immediately smiled,

"Dead horse, your stinky words are compared to this one, it's like a heaven and an earth. Haha, if I'm not mistaken, this is probably the young man's writing. Wei Zhengyi laughed, "It's really funny that it's not as good as a twenty-four-year-old young man......"

"What about you?" As soon as Sima Wen said this, Wei Zhengyi suddenly stopped laughing, and his old face turned red.

This word makes people look forward to it, like a soldier in the gate, and it is sanitation. It's everyone. You and I are not as good as him! Wei Zhengyi said sincerely.

Sima Wen nodded in agreement, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Old Wei, you say, will he learn from Master Yiqing?" ”

"You and I both know it's impossible. Why bother. Speaking of this, Wei Zheng's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly said, "Dead horse, do you want him to get the seven-star inkstone in the hand of Master Yiqing for you?" ”

Sima Wen smiled without saying a word, a mysterious color. However, Wei Zhengyi already knew the answer.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew the door and squeaked.

As if remembering something, Wei Zhengyi suddenly said, "No, no, no." Not only that, but you still haven't said anything. ”

"I've said everything I should have said."

"Nope. Yes, yes, that's it, that young man, he made up for the incomplete "Shanglin Fu", yes or no? Wei Zhengyi's eyes were like a sword, staring at Sima Wen deadly, "Bring it, bring it quickly, let me have a look!" ”

"Alas, I can't hide anything from you after all. However, only three sentences have been added, and the rest has not yet come out. ”

After reading it, Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi's mood was a little out of control.

Such a national treasure is even more precious than the giant panda.

Such a talent must be seen by himself.

"What's his name and where does he live?" Wei Zhengyi asked anxiously.

"His name is Tang Song."

As soon as he heard this, Wei Zhengyi's whole person was blindfolded.

Tang Song!

Don Tang!

It's him!

It turned out to be him!

That's right, it can only be him!

In the next second, Wei Zhengyi burst out laughing.

"Old Wei, what's wrong with you? Do you know him? ”――

Sunshine Film and Television Culture Group, the board meeting room is discussing at this time.

"If she continues to mess around like this, then the group will have to be ruined."

"That's right, all major shareholders have opinions in the past two days, and according to rumors, some shareholders want to withdraw their shares."

"This is not the most crippled, the most crippled thing is that Little Bird Film and Television Group has already targeted us."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, haven't you heard, some middle-level cadres of the group have left frequently recently, why? It's not that it was poached by Birdman Film and Television Group. ”

"Is there such a thing?"

"How I don't know."

"We don't know."

"That's because our President Han doesn't want us to know."

"It's okay, she'll be here in a while, so I'll have to question it."

“……”

While the directors were discussing, the door to the conference room was pushed open, and the high-heeled shoes clicked on the ground.

Han Bingxue's face was expressionless, she sat on the only empty chair that belonged to her, and seeing that the directors were still discussing, she knocked on the table with a pen and said coldly, "I only have ten minutes, start the timer now!" ”

If it weren't a last resort, Han Bingxue definitely didn't want to deal with these directors.

In an instant, the conference room became quiet, and the directors glanced at each other, and a representative spoke.

"Han Bingxue, why are the middle-level backbones hiding from us when they leave?"

"Because of that movie, all the investors, advertisers, temporary assistants, partners, etc. of our group have left Zhuan Er and moved towards Birdman Film and Television Group."

"Have you played enough, because of a movie, do you have to put the whole group into it!"

All the directors nodded in agreement.

Han Bingxue said coldly, without the slightest expression on his face,

"First, we have no right to interfere with anyone's whereabouts."

Of course, this is anyone, including the directors in the room.

"Second, we don't have the right to interfere with what anyone wants to do."

"Thirdly, it is our group's job to make this film, and no one can stop it."

Suddenly, all the directors shouted.

"Han Bingxue, pat it, what are you shooting now, the entire group, put all the liquidity together, it's not even a million. It's enough to stuff your teeth! ”

Don't mention this matter, as soon as Han Bingxue mentions this matter, he won't fight anywhere, and said angrily,

"What about the 10 million that the group said before? Where are you now, I didn't look for you, you dare to mention it here! ”

"What does that 10 million have to do with us, it's the capital withdrawn by other investors!" A director retorted.

Han Bingxue sneered, "The 10 million that I said before is funded by the group, and it has the slightest relationship with the investor!" ”

"You ......"

"It's over, it's over, the group is hopeless. It has to become a joke in the circle, because a movie ruined a group. ”

"Sad~!"

“……”

Han Bingxue looked at her watch, and then got up and left directly. She still had things to do, and she didn't have the time to waste an extra minute with them here.

In an instant, the conference room was boiling.

"It's against him, I'm here to see, how can he make this movie without money."

"I can stand up to her. Even if she borrowed money, she couldn't borrow it! ”

"I have to give her some color, I'll call Xiao Wang of the Finance Department and ask him to transfer all the working capital!"

All the eyes of the board of directors were on this benevolent brother.

After the phone was connected, an unfamiliar voice came,

"Hello, this is the financial department of Sunshine Film and Television Culture Group."

"Xiao Wang, let him answer the phone."

"I'm sorry, Xiao Wang was fired."

When this benevolent brother heard this, he immediately became angry, "Dismissed, that's Lao Tzu's person, who dismissed, who!" ”

Three minutes later, a man rushed into the conference room, bringing with him a shocking message. In just a few days, Han Bingxue has gathered enough 10 million. Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

"Ten million, impossible? Where did she get the money? ”

"Could it have fallen from the sky?"

"I heard that the demon son Cheng Mubai seems to be a little interesting to her."

"What do you mean, could it be that this Han Bingxue, who has always been arrogant, fell into Cheng Mubai's arms."

"There is only one explanation, otherwise, where did these ten million come from, from underground?"