Du Qixi left.

Didn't stay to eat, didn't sleep in their collective dormitories.

He took a picture with him, the little monk who painted it, and he didn't take the monkey one.

It's ugly.

also took Xiao Peng and his producer Huang Xiaoyong.

Lin Dong is going to see them tomorrow.

On the way, Du Qixi also chatted with them.

"It's our Mr. Lin who can really call the shots, I don't know too much about his purpose for looking for you, but there is a high probability that he wants to invest in your project."

"Thank you, Director Du!"

Xiao Peng held Du Qixi's hand, very excited.

Leave three points when people talk, since Director Du said that there is a high probability that it is, then it is basically eight or nine and ten.

"What kind of person is Lin, Director Du, can you easily reveal a little?"

Huang Xiaoyong, the executive producer of this project, asked on the side.

He hopes to get to know this Mr. Lin in advance, so that he can win the support of this Mr. Lin with a greater probability when he talks tomorrow.

"He, he prefers people with dreams, is more generous, likes to eat, and doesn't like others to lie to him and pit him......"

"Do we have dreams?" Huang Xiaoyong is also not sure.

"Count, count, if you don't count, who has the face to talk about dreams."

Du Qixi was moved.

If he hadn't been moved, he would have gone back on his own.

Tomorrow you will go by yourself according to the address, how love will pass.

He hasn't seen anyone, poor, crippled, and people who don't live long.

But birth, old age, sickness and death, the gap between the rich and the poor, what can't be seen.

It's just that you can be like Xiao Peng's gang.

The group stayed in three small bungalows, one for the studio, two for the dormitory, and the kitchen was a wooden shed at the entrance.

It's one of a kind.

The point is that this group of people has been holding out for several years.

It is said that the director Xiao Peng has even borrowed money from his wife, parents and even his father-in-law.

What does this mean?

It's just that the family has no money, and he has borrowed everything he can, so he can only let his wife, parents, and parents-in-law go outside to borrow money.

It's crazy.

"I hope Brother Qixi can help us say a few more good words."

Huang Xiaoyong smiled flatteringly and flatteringly.

It's not that he's cheap.

It's not that he's inferior.

It's that he has no choice.

With no one to help them, they are really desperate.

Xiao Peng has become more and more depressed in the past few months, saying that he doesn't want to delay these children anymore, and wants to let them pursue the life they should pursue.

He was on the verge of giving up.

"Don't, I'm a post-90s generation, I can't afford to be called your brother."

Du Qixi hated to death.

When I go back, I change my business card and put a few words under my name.

Du Qixi was born in 1990.

"Ahem, Mr. Du."

"Just call me Qixi, don't worry, I'll help you out."

When I got to the company, it was already eleven o'clock and almost twelve o'clock.

Du Qixi took them to the hotel.

They were surprised that the address of Kleist Culture Media was here.

What was even more surprising was that Du Qixi actually took them to live in a five-star room.

I can cover their rent for half a year in one night.

They excused themselves again and again, saying that they could just sleep in the car, and they could make up for the night.

Seeing that they don't agree to stay in a hotel no matter what they say.

Du Qixi had no choice but to take them back to the apartment that the company rented for him.

One bedroom and one living room, with a total area of 115 square meters.

Let the two of them sleep in the living room.

Alas, what's going on?

If you can't find a monkey in life, forget it, and actually take two men home.

The next day, when Du Qixi went to work, he took the two of them with him by the way.

Each of them has a pair of panda eyes.

It is estimated that it is impossible that the sofa in Du Qixi's residence is uncomfortable, but that he is psychologically excited and can't close his eyes at all.

Lin Dong was holding a large bag of buns in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other.

Eat as you go.

The security guards downstairs were not surprised, and gave the greatest tolerance to this little star who often haunts this place.

is that every time I see him, I have to sigh that this product is so delicious.

"Shuo, mix me a glass of watermelon milk, I drank all the soy milk, and I was about to choke to death."

Lin Dong entered the company and continued to eat while letting the bartender work.

I'm a bartender.

Even if you ask me to adjust the snowflakes, I can bear it.

You let me mix the juice?

Mr. Lin likes it, so let's tune it.

"Mr. Lin, the milk watermelon juice that has just been mixed, the watermelon is fresh 8424 that was airlifted from Shencheng, the watermelon vines are still fresh and you can pinch out the water, the milk is ......."

"Thanks, it tastes good, keep up the good work."

Lin Dong took it and drank a big sip, it was cold and refreshing, and he was immediately refreshed.

"Mr. Lin, Brother Qixi brought two people to chat in Gryffindor, saying that you can go over after you come." Wang Shuo lowered his shoulders and left in a huff.

Today is another day without bartending.

Brother Qixi has something to do, and he doesn't drink anymore.

The third fat brother was busy looking for some jokers, complaining about the king, and he didn't touch the company all day long.

Alas, it seems that I still have to go to the bar to work part-time.

As a bartender, the meaning of life cannot be decadent in squeezing juice.

Lin Dong finished eating the buns, drank the juice, and then washed up and went to Gryffindor.

"Did you two have breakfast?"

"Eat, I'll take them to eat, this is Mr. Lin, the person in charge of your project, this is Director Xiao Peng, this is Huang Xiaoyong's producer, I went directly to them yesterday to pick up people......"

Du Qixi told him what he saw over there.

Anyone with a discerning eye can hear his tendencies from his words, he admires this team very much, sympathizes with this team, and hopes that Lin Dong will vote more or less for the sake of his old face.

Lin Dong ignored him.

If I don't get along, I'll ask you to find them for something.

"Is this kid the main character?" Lin Dong asked with the painting that Du Qixi showed him.

"Yes." Xiao Peng nodded.

"You're over there in Fangshan, what about your house?"

"My family is in Tongzhou, and the environment in Fangshan is good, and the rent is cheap."

"That's a long way off, do you go home every day?"

"How can I take the bus back once a week to see my wife and children, and I spend most of my time in the studio."

"Your family supports you doing this?"

"Alas, I used to support it, and I hope I can come back and teach at the university or do other jobs, and some animators who leave me either go to other companies or set up their own studios, and they are all doing well."

"Looks like you're all quite passionate."

"Passion?" Xiao Peng didn't know what Lin Dong wanted to say or what attitude he had, so he could only say honestly: "In fact, after a few years, there are few people left, they are not the most passionate and creative in the original group of people, but they stayed." ”

"I don't really understand, I thought you were all doing animation with passion and persistence in your dreams."

"Cinema is more of a process of realization than a process of unleashing passion. Passion may come to an end in a few months, but if you really want to do something, you have to suppress all your excitement and impatience, and you have to think about how to accomplish it. ”

Lin Dong just chatted with them for a few words.

Then he suddenly asked: "Your protagonist is a child, I heard that the main reason why domestic animation has been suppressed by imported animation is because our animations are too young, what do you think?" ”

Young children?

Xiao Peng and Huang Xiaoyong suddenly panicked in their hearts.