If he could, Li Yun would love to rent out the second floor.

However, there is no if, no one rents it, no one rents, but Li Yun does not regret buying this floor.

Buying a house in Huaxia, no matter where you buy it, you will definitely not lose money.

You can not make money, but you definitely do not lose.

Buying a house is such a thing, if you don't make money for the time being, you will definitely make money in the long run, which is the iron law of the market.

At this moment, Wang Jing and Huang Bingtian came to the office.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Wang and Mr. Huang are here."

Li Yun said with a smile and poured tea for the two.

"Oh, Mr. Huang, Mr. Wang, come to the Humble House and shine..."

"Hahaha, Li Xiaoyou, your whole floor is not a humble house."

Huang Bingtian looked at Li Yun, a humble young man, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing he became, and even changed his title to Xiaoyou, which was regarded as a recognition of his identity.

This is not all self-proclaimed humble house, it is really building the company as a home.

Having such a boss is a blessing to all employees...

After some chatter, Huang Bingcai said the purpose of his trip.

"What? Want me to go to a show? What a show. ”

Li Yun's eyes lit up, this is a drowsy someone sent a pillow, and a charcoal in the snow.

Although it is a little strange for Huang Bingtian's identity to invite him to the show, now Li Yun is just short of money.

Even the Happy Camp itself has to go up!

And I recently recalled a song about the pill, maybe I can find a seller... Isn't it beautiful?

At this moment, Huang Bingtian said with a slight smile.

"You should have heard this show, the Chinese Poetry Conference."

Li Yun: "????? ”

Li Yun thought that someone would invite him to the show.

If the sincerity given is enough, Li Yun can deal with it.

But what is this 'Chinese Poetry Conference' I really can't stand it, I have watched this show when I was bored watching TV before, and after watching an episode, Li Yun has a deep admiration for the contestants of the show.

To put it bluntly, this conference is a gathering of literati and reciting madmen, the judges give the theme, and then the contestants follow and recite ancient poems.

Well, a guy who can neither recite nor comment on books went to the Chinese Poetry Conference to send his face to the countryside?

"I don't think so, I can't, I'm not qualified..."

Li Yun expressed his meaning euphemistically.

Go to the longed-for life experience farmhouse, go to the happy base camp silly fun, and even go to today's statement to play the role of a criminal.

What kind of Chinese poetry conference is really not good on its own.

There's no ink in my stomach, isn't it a shame to go?

Li Yun thought of the last time he looked at the snow falling in front of him and couldn't hold back the slightest word, he had already realized that he was a fart literati, at best he was a plagiarism dog.

"Li Xiaoyou, if you can't do it, who can?"

"I really can't do that."

If you go to participate by yourself, I am afraid that I will be brushed down in one round, and Li Yun can't afford to lose this person.

"Li Xiaoyou, excessive modesty is pride." Huang Bingtian said enviously: "I call myself a cultural person, but I have never written an article that can be included in the textbook, if you can't do it, I'm not even worse?" To be honest, I have lived for so many years, and it is the first time I have met a talented young man like you, a judge of this Chinese poetry conference, I think you can serve..."

Li Yun originally wanted to continue refusing, but it sounded a little wrong, and he raised his eyebrows and said.

"This... Judges of the Chinese Poetry Conference? ”

"Yes, judges."

When he heard that he was going to be a judge, Li Yun scratched his head, it turned out that he was not going to be a contestant.

When the judges... It doesn't seem impossible.

When the judges don't have to memorize ancient poems, give a theme for the contestants to memorize the poems, just applaud with the other judges, and the other judges shout 666, and they just shout along with them.

It seems like... Isn't it very difficult?

Li Yun's heart began to waver, this matter was equivalent to being an illiterate ancient poet scolding Fang Xuan in front of a group of big hands, and his heart was empty...

"That..."

Huang Bingtian didn't care what Li Yun said, just talked endlessly about participating.

"The science and education channel can't give too much money, 500,000 yuan, you can delay your time for a day, and the shooting location is in the capital..."

All that has been said and done, what else can I say?

The daily salary is 500,000 yuan, and there is no loss in doing this.

Between the humility of the fox fake tiger Weicha and the temptation of a daily salary of 500,000 yuan, Li Yun chose to get this rotten money.

Anyway, just applaud, I'm afraid of a hammer.

Li Yun gritted his teeth and nodded.

"That's... Okay. ”

"Cheng, I'll let you know what the process will be when the time comes."

The business was over, but Huang Bingtian had no intention of leaving immediately, he enjoyed the time to communicate with talented young people, and then he patted Li Yun on the shoulder and said that he wished Li Yun's dream to come true as soon as possible...

Li Yun was a little stunned when he heard this.

Is it so obvious to you?

Huang Bingtian knows his dreams?

Be a good landlord.

But now that Huang Bingtian has blessed him, Li Yun is also disrespectful.

Subsequently, the two talked about the movie.

"Li Xiaoyou, what kind of movie are you making this time?"

Huang Bingtian was a little curious, he was not a person who would often go to the cinema, and he might not be able to go there a few times a year, but he went to the cinema twice at the beginning of this year.

The first time I watched "Turned Out", the second time I watched "Alive".

These two movies shocked and resonated with Huang Bingtian, and in the end, he was also surprised that the relationship between father and son was actually made in these two movies.

The tiger has no dog father...

"Oh... The shooting should be... Comedy movies? ”

Li Yun touched his chin.

I'm not the god of medicine, whether it's a comedy or a tragedy.

It should be a comedy, after all, its interpretation is so festive.

But his end is obviously a tragedy.

Is it a comedy with a tragic core?

"It's still a comedy movie."

Huang Bingtian was a little surprised, and at the same time thought that "Alive" did have a bit of black humor in it.

Li Yun continued.

"It's still casting, and now there are no heroes and heroines."

"You don't play the male lead?"

Huang Bingtian was even more surprised.

Li Yun's acting skills are obvious to all, and he can definitely stand down in the actor C position.

"Well, I play one of the supporting actors." Li Yun smiled a little embarrassedly: "I can't play the leading actor, I don't have that comedy flavor." ”

Li Yun is still a bit forced, and the protagonist Cheng Yong has no way to control it for the time being, after all, his acting skills come from a special source, and he has really never experienced a funny role.

Huang Bingtian seemed to think of something, touched his chin and said.

"It's a comedy... When you say that, I think of a person. ”

"Mr. Huang, has someone recommended?"

"Well, you're going to say comedy... I really know a junior here. ”

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Chapter 127, I recommend a person