Lin Dong carried a small schoolbag on his back the next day and happily went to Wang Yingjun to change his thesis.

Wang Yingjun's foothold in the capital is not a mansion.

It's a small bungalow around the fifth ring road, and it's better to bring a small yard.

And he sat on the matza in the courtyard.

His hands are folded in his sleeves, and his eyes are staring ahead.

It's like an old farmer looking at the crops affectionately.

The sun shone on him, shining on the oily black and shiny of his sleeves.

It doesn't look like a director.

Buckle up!

Lin Dong patted the small iron door that was not closed with his hand.

The small iron door belongs to a single door, painted with green paint, rusty, Lin Dong patted it twice, and there was a lot of rust foam on his hands.

"Lin Dong?"

Wang Yingjun raised his head when he heard the sound and was surprised to see a stranger.

"Yes, Mr. Huang called me over."

"I'm not familiar with you Teacher Huang, and I'm not a teacher, what script can I help you read, you can show it to me."

"Give!"

Wang Yingjun took it and flipped it over, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

He got up and threw the paper on the pony, and went into the house and moved a small table, which was stained with oil and felt like it was for eating.

He helped Lin Dong circle around the small table to make changes.

Of course, he didn't forget to get a small maza for Lin Dong.

"You're not right, acting annoying has nothing to do with acting."

"There is also this sentence, your writing is too awkward, and it can't provide a strong argument if you keep it, so just delete the whole paragraph."

"Have you already made your debut?"

The paper was still being said in the front, and suddenly a sentence came in the back.

Lin Dong reacted after a while: "I made my debut, and I played "Arrows and Arrows Pierce the Heart". ”

"What kind of role did you play, I have seen that movie. Where did the example you quote come from, it must be made up. ”

"It seems to be the book "Character Art", I forgot what it was, I played Ma Xiaobao."

"Ma Xiaobao......" Wang Yingjun raised his head and glanced at Lin Dong again, as if he remembered it, and then buried his head again: "The version of 03, try not to read that version, the compilation is messy, and the author likes to make up cases." ”

Just chat while changing.

The sun in March is shining on the body, warm, and the small yard is a palm-sized place, and the lighting is Zhouzheng.

Moved twice along the way.

It was changed until noon.

Changed to hunger.

"Why don't we go to dinner, I'll invite you." Lin Dong couldn't stand it anymore.

This Wang Yingjun looks poor, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to marry a daughter-in-law to cook for him.

Then he will have to cook for himself.

Regardless of his cooking skills, with his sloppy appearance, the hygiene situation is bound to be worrying.

And Lin Dong came to ask for advice, so he asked for a treat for the first time.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish it right away."

What else can Lin Dong say?

He came with a little gift and didn't come to the door empty-handed.

The gift is on the wall.

It doesn't seem polite to open a gift from yourself and eat it.

But what if you're too hungry!

Lin Dong sent a message to Tian Dazhuang, and Tian Dazhuang, who was still in the car, took out two large boxes of biscuits and a few bottles of pure water from the trunk and brought them over.

Lin Dong ate the biscuits while waiting.

Wang Yingjun also asked for two first pads.

From the beginning of the revision of the thesis to the present, someone has called Wang Yingjun at every turn.

Lin Dong found that it was mostly debt collection.

Wang Yingjun is definitely not an upright gentleman.

He fooled those who asked for debts, and there were all kinds of arguments, but he just didn't have any money anyway.

Lin Dong saw with his own eyes that he answered a debt collection call, and after a flicker, not only did he not pay it back, but instead borrowed 20,000 yuan from someone.

That's too low, isn't it?

You are a person who has won awards at three major film festivals, and a representative of the sixth generation of directors.

You're actually cheating money!

In fact, as early as when filming "Soap White", Wang Yingjun had already sold all his family resources.

At that time, he was so bold that he borrowed money while filming.

For a long time, the crew actually had no money at all.

In three days, two ends were cut off because they were kicked out of the venue.

What impressed him the most about the cast was that he had to call almost every day to beg for money.

At the same time, debt collectors often come to the door.

Wang Yingjun patted the safe and swore to them, it's all money, I'm afraid I won't pay it back to you?

When my movie is on, I'll settle it for you one by one.

In fact, there are only a few thousand pieces in it.

Completely obscured.

"Okay, my handwriting is okay, can you read it?" Wang Yingjun handed over the stained paper.

Said it would be changed right away.

In fact, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

"I can understand it, I can understand it."

Lin Dong flipped through a few pages.

Throughout the newly printed paper, almost every paragraph was annotated and revised.

The handwriting is beautiful, and his sloppy appearance is not at all the same.

"You'll wait." Wang Yingjun took the broken table and the small horse in it, and when he came out, he already had two books in his hand.

"What is this?" Lin Dong didn't know why.

"These two books should help you write your dissertation, I've read them all, and it doesn't matter if it's still there." Wang Yingjun generously handed the two books to Lin Dong.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." Lin Dong flipped through it roughly, and there was handwriting and dirt everywhere inside.

Tian Dazhuang drove them and stopped at a small courtyard restaurant.

"It's not cheap, is it?" Wang Yingjun rubbed his nose.

"Big Brother?" Lin Dong asked.

"It's about six hundred per capita." The place chosen by Tian Dazhuang.

"Hehe, your salary is quite high." Wang Yingjun looked Lin Dong up and down, there was a driver nanny car in and out, and the driver was asked to choose a place for dinner.

"It's okay, it's not high." Lin Dong felt that he was being targeted.

[System, if he asks me to borrow money, can I lend him money from the system account]

[No]

[He'll pay it back]

[Nine out of thirteen]

[That's still it]

"Why don't we go home, I'll give you food below, you lend me some money, how about I finish filming this movie?" Wang Yingjun looked at Lin Dong with burning eyes.

"Wait, you're short of money for making movies?"

"That's right."

"How much did your previous movies gross?"

"This ......"

"If you don't say it, I can find it out."

"I have a nickname called Wang Million."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that the box office of my movies is only a few million at most, and there is not a single million."

"What about the cost?"

"Probably a few million."

Isn't that what it means to lose money?

Ouch, uncle, what's so embarrassing about losing money.

Say it out loud.

Do you know how much I envy you?

"How much is there left?" Lin Dong can no longer afford to invest in a few millions.

But no matter how small a mosquito is, its legs are full of meat.

"The French financed me four million, I borrowed a hundred myself, and now there are five hundred." Wang Yingjun smacked his lips and said: "But I have confidence in my movie, with my years of experience, the box office of 350 million is absolutely fine." ”

If it weren't for the way he fooled people too many times in the morning.

Lin Dong almost believed it.