The next few days.

Chen Ming didn't go anywhere, and stayed in front of the hospital bed every day.

After the surgery,

The dean was asleep all the time and rarely awake.

Not only that,

Chen Ming also deliberately transferred the ward to the senior ward.

The daily hospitalization fee alone costs thousands of yuan, plus the various auxiliary treatment drugs prescribed by the hospital, it costs about 10,000 yuan per day.

Chen Ming is not short of money now.

I'm not worried about not being able to afford to be hospitalized.

A week later,

It's officially October.

During this time,

Chen Ming did not contact anyone.

But he specially sent a text message to Su Rou, telling her that there was something going on during this time and that she might not be at home.

Su Rou didn't ask much, just asked him to pay attention to his body.

On the morning of this day,

The dean finally woke up.

"Grandpa."

Chen Ming gently pulled up the dean's old palm, the green tendons on it were abrupt, and the dark brown skin was clinging to the blood bones, which looked extremely weak.

The old dean looked at Chen Ming and was speechless.

A moment later,

Chen Ming laughed: "You have lost weight. ”

The old dean also laughed: "What about the soldiers? ”

"I told him to go back to class."

"He's in his third year of high school, and he can't fall behind in the class, so I'll take care of you."

Chen Ming replied softly.

The old dean was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Help me up and walk." ”

Wen Yan,

Chen Ming hurriedly called the nurse and asked.

After obtaining consent,

Chen Mingcai picked up the dean, got into a wheelchair, and walked out slowly.

Come to the rest area of the hospital.

Although the autumn is obviously cold, when the sun rises, it will dispel most of the cold and shine on people's bodies warmly.

"Chen Ming."

"Grandpa, I'm here."

"Let's go home."

.......

The dean's words made Chen Ming's heart ache.

Chen Ming didn't answer, just massaged the dean's shoulder.

Silence is an answer.

The dean didn't look back at Chen Ming: "I've lived for more than 70 years, and I can be regarded as living enough, so leave all the money to those children." ”

After a long time,

Chen Mingcai spoke: "I have money." ”

"It's not easy for you to earn that little money, forget it."

In fact

The dean never felt that Chen Ming was rich.

A person who graduated from high school, wandered outside for a few years, and finally mixed up some fame, how much money can he make?

"You just need to recuperate, don't worry about anything else."

After Chen Ming finished speaking, he stopped speaking.

The dean sighed, he had watched Chen Ming grow up since he was a child, so he naturally knew Chen Ming's temper.

At this moment,

Chen Ming's cell phone rang.

It was Zheng Rong who called!

Chen Ming wanted to hang up, but the dean asked him to pick it up.

"Director Zheng."

"Chen Ming, didn't we make an appointment to talk to the screenwriter and director about the TV series before? Why didn't you come! ”

Zheng Rong had no intention of reproaching.

After all

Chen Ming is now the sweetheart of the branch, and making this phone call is more concerned about Chen Ming.

Chen Ming apologized: "There is something on my side, and I can't leave." ”

"Why don't you make another appointment?"

During this time, he stayed in the hospital, and Chen Ming forgot everything else.

On this side,

Zheng Rong looked at the date: "What about this Saturday?" ”

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ming agreed.

He needs to earn money now!

Because the dean's illness requires a long stay in the hospital, he receives irregular chemotherapy and drug cooperation.

These are huge spending.

With the money in the card now, it can only sustain a temporary expenditure.

The other side.

The dean fell ill.

There is no one to take care of the children in the orphanage, and although Chen Ming wants to accompany the children in the orphanage, he still needs to earn money.

If you think about it,

Chen Ming felt that he could renovate the orphanage and ask a few aunts to help take care of it.

Other than that

Han Bingbing is in his third year of high school, and he will take the college entrance examination next year.

It's also a big deal!

After sending the director back to the ward, Chen Ming finally left the hospital.

When I got home,

Chen Ming took a hot bath and slept well.

The next day,

Chen Ming first went to the hospital to visit the director, then rushed to the orphanage to comfort the children, and finally went to the talent market to invite a few aunts.

After a busy meal,

The balance in Chen Ming's card was reduced by another part.

As for the renovation of the orphanage, Chen Ming was not in a hurry, and waited for him to find a suitable construction team before thinking about it.

Moment

Chen Ming actually felt that the money was a little insufficient.

No way, everything costs money!

Saturday.

Chen Ming changed into clean clothes and went to Xingyu Entertainment.

"Brother Chen, Director Zheng is already waiting for you."

The young lady at the front desk is still enthusiastic.

Coming to Zheng Rong's office, Chen Ming knocked on the door.

"Chen Ming, you're here."

Zheng Rong was very happy to see Chen Ming.

There is no one else in the office.

The writer and director should not have arrived yet.

Chen Ming apologized again: "I'm really sorry, I released your pigeon last week, and there is indeed something I can't leave there." ”

"It's okay, it's okay."

"It's not just you, in fact, one of the screenwriters didn't show up last Saturday."

Speaking of which,

Zheng Rong's face flashed with a hint of embarrassment.

Zheng Rong asked a screenwriter and a director to meet in the office, but Chen Ming did not come that day, and the screenwriter who had made the appointment did not come.

Wen Yan,

Chen Ming was a little surprised.

I didn't expect him to be the only one who released the pigeons.

The two chatted for a long time, and there was another knock on the office door.

Open it and take a look,

Outside the door stood a middle-aged man with a fat fortune, holding a brown office bag in his hand, and a pair of eyes as small as mung beans flashed a shrewd look from time to time.

"Lao Wan, why are you alone?"

Zheng Rong's brows furrowed.

The name of the person who came was Wan Youcai.

Speaking of this man,

His status in the Yuncheng film and television industry is not low.

One of the films he directed was once included in the top 100 films of the year by Chinese National Television.

Of course

The biggest contributor to that film was the screenwriter.

A must!

But Wan Youcai also made a lot of effort in it, and some of the participants in it were also invited by him with great effort.

Wan Youcai said with a smile: "That guy has something to do, I'll just come." ”

Zheng Rong's face was a little gloomy.

Last time, this screenwriter didn't come.

Today

He still didn't come!

This is a slap in the face to Zheng Rong.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Wan Youcai looked at Chen Ming: "Oh, this is Chen Ming's little brother, he really has an extraordinary temperament, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance." ”

This kind of polite remark comes when you open your mouth.

Chen Ming didn't care, and shook hands with the other party with a smile.

"What do you say today?"

Wan Youcai put his office bag aside and asked with a smile.

Chen Ming is the protagonist today.

So

Chen Ming didn't hesitate too much, and said: "I heard that Director Wan wants to make a TV series and use "Memories of the Nine Gates" as the theme song. ”

"Yes, I do have that idea on my side."

Wan Youcai nodded.

Chen Ming asked tentatively: "Then about the script, is there already a good direction?" ”

This one......

There is no such thing as anything.

He's not a screenwriter after all.

Looked at

Chen Ming had an idea in his heart.

Since he can be the screenwriter of "The Tuner", why can't he be the screenwriter of this TV series?

Thinking of this,

Chen Ming said seriously: "I'll provide the script, and you will shoot, how about it?" ”

Time

The office fell silent.