There were two Maybach business cars parked beside the road, one in front and one behind, the driver was wearing a black suit, waiting outside the rear compartment door. The co-pilot of the car in front got off a man, well-dressed, of medium build, half-closed his eyes and looked towards the front of the terminal building.
Lu Wen swayed out, more than ten meters away, and excitedly waved and shouted: "-Uncle Zheng!"
Old Zheng burst into laughter, waved his hands, went up to hug Lu Wen, and said happily, "Finally back, get in the car first!"
Lu Wen has three or four days of vacation, and the specific arrangements are waiting for the crew to notify. As for the agency, he said to Sun Xiaojian: "Contact me if you have something to do, let's go back to each house first, and the one behind will take you and Brother Peng back."
After leaving the airport, Lu Wen opened the window to enjoy the street view of his hometown. The months passed so quickly, and at this moment he finally felt the real feeling of going home.
Lao Zheng asked, "Is filming fun?"
"It's okay, sometimes it's very miserable." Lu Wen was afraid of being asked, he couldn't stop, "There was a scene where I had a conflict with the mother in the play, and I cried so much that I burst into tears."
"Are you really crying?" Old Zheng was very curious, "Or eye drops?"
Lu Wen said: "Of course I was really crying! The amount of eye drops for tears is not enough, I need an infusion bottle."
Old Zheng stretched his tie happily, afraid of choking: "Little brat, why do I think you're fooling me?"
"Why am I fooling you?" Lu Wen revealed, "Not only did I cry, but I also knelt down. If you don't believe me, watch it when it's broadcast."
Old Zheng stared straight at him. It doesn't matter if he sees it. Lu Zhanqing must not let him see it. If Lu Zhanqing sees his son kneeling for others, he can smash the screen with his fist.
Lu Wen said vividly, while opening the bag, he took out Ruan Feng's autographed photo with the air of a ticket dealer. Lao Zheng's beloved daughter is a fan of Ruan Feng, and he specifically asked for it.
Thirsty, Lu Wen opened a can of sparkling water, and Lao Zheng interjected when he shut up: "Relax and relax these few days, where do you want to go, do you want to go abroad?"
This means arranging a private jet. After all, it hasn't really finished yet. Lu Wen may not have enough time, so he replied: "No, let's get together with friends first."
The Maybach galloped smoothly, entered the downtown business district, and the bustling urban atmosphere gradually became stronger, bypassing the winding bridge, getting closer and closer to the skyscrapers in the distance.
Two of the buildings are adjacent to each other, connected by air bridges, and the dark blue glass exterior walls reflect the sunlight and flowing clouds. One is Huanlu Construction, and the other is Huanlu Times. Together, they are the headquarters of Huanlu Group.
Old Zheng asked, "Do you want to go shopping?"
"No need." Lu Wen said without interest, "I'm relieved to see that it hasn't closed down."
Old Zheng snorted, "If you have the guts to meet your father, say it again."
Lu Wen took a sip of water, swallowed it, and tasted it. Looking at Old Zheng's unpredictable mouth, he asked in surprise, "My dad won't be waiting for me at home, will he?"
Two hours later, a park with guards in Nanwan activated the outer gate and the electronic gate in turn, and the car slowly drove in.
There was a dark driveway on the side of the building. The Maybach stopped, and there was a flower garden in front of it. Standing next to it was a fat middle-aged woman who had been the Lu family's nanny for more than ten years.
Lu Wen couldn't wait for the driver to wait for him, so he opened the door and got out of the car. Unlike his enthusiasm for Lao Zheng, he was so excited that he couldn't keep track of anything, and shouted loudly through the subwoofer: "Sister Lingling! I miss you so much!"
Sister Lingling was only 1.6 meters, and was almost thrown into the flower garden by the stupid big man who rushed over, and she opened her mouth with a thick smoke voice: "Why have you lost so much weight, I feel so distressed."
Lu Wen complained about his hardships, causing sister Lingling's eyes to turn red. She walked up the red brick ramp on the side of the building and entered the long and empty west hall.
Two high doors, slatted to the ceiling, lead to a living room. Lu Wen suddenly fell silent, and asked in a breathy voice, "Is my dad at home?"
Sister Lingling said, "Your father didn't go to work, and he is waiting for you to come back."
Lu Wen worried: "Why don't we go for a walk in the garden."
"What are you going to do?" Sister Lingling pushed him, "I haven't been home for several months, and I'm out on the winter solstice and New Year's Day, and I can't make phone calls. Your dad misses you!"
The heavy door was opened, and Lu Wen stepped into the huge living room. He walked towards the island-shaped sofa with his back to the door, his sneakers stepping on the carpet without making any movement.
"Dad." He called out.
The figure in the middle of the sofa moved slightly, and Lu Wen went around, just as Lu Zhan stood up, the simple black home clothes outlined his strong shoulders and arms, his face was stern, and he raised his hand to take off the gold-rimmed glasses that he only wore when reading newspapers, making him even colder. Up seven or eight degrees.
The father and son were about the same height, but Lu Zhanqing gave people a strong sense of oppression, and said, "I'm back."
"Yeah." Lu Wen put his bag on the sofa, half a meter away, and faced a stalemate with Lu Zhanqing. If he was standing like a father, he would definitely be scolded if he sat down first.
There were documents and computers on the short table, and Lu Zhanqing was busy all the time. Old Zheng's footsteps came from outside the door, coming to get a contract.
Lu Zhanqing said, "Go and change first."
Lu Wen was about to leave, but found that Lu Zhanqing was still not seated, so it was fine to greet him, but did he still have to stand to greet his subordinates? He vaguely guessed it, but he wasn't sure, so he walked in front of Lu Zhanqing slowly.
Opening his hands, he hugged Lu Zhanqing heroically.
"Dad," Lu Wen was so awkward, "What time is dinner..."
Lu Zhanqing wasn't used to it either, so he raised his hand and pinched the back of Lu Wen's neck, like pulling an annoying dirt dog, pulled it away, and replied, "Ask the nanny."
Lu Wen broke away and covered the skin of the back of his neck with his backhand: "It hurts to death! People always touch it gently! You want to strangle me to death!"
Lu Zhanqing asked, "My family?"
Lu Wen got stuck, just as Old Zheng came in, he took the opportunity to sneak away, and almost knocked over the tray in Sister Lingling's hand by running too fast.
Old Zheng didn't stay for long, took the contract, and wisely didn't disturb the reunion of Lu's father and son. He didn't take a sip of the tea on the table, but Sister Lingling took it away intact.
There are two private chefs in the family, adding vegetables today, and starting to prepare early in the morning. Lu Zhanqing got up and went to the restaurant, saying: "Let's eat early, that kid is hungry."
Sister Lingling followed up: "I lost a full eight catties, so I need to make up for it."
Lu Zhanqing could tell at a glance that Lu Wen had lost weight, whether he was hungry or tired, and it was all because of the filming. He said with contempt: "What a broken crew, a fool is still a treasure."
"Hey, who would Xiaowen like?" Sister Lingling said distressedly, "The meal is okay, but I'm afraid I'll be offended."
Lu Zhanqing said: "I'm afraid I've suffered it a long time ago. If I don't help him, he has no background or background to go to the muddy waters of the entertainment industry. It's no wonder he doesn't get cold eyes from others."
There are two restaurants, the big one can accommodate about 20 people, and it is used for entertaining guests. The father and son usually eat in the small restaurant in Xiangyang. Lu Zhanqing sat down at the end of the long dining table, still looking worried.
Sister Lingling comforted: "But Xiaowen is clever, so he will definitely be able to handle it."
As if hearing a joke, Lu Zhanqing said, "Is he smart?"
Sister Lingling forcibly explained: "Sometimes the brain turns pretty fast."
"You don't give him money." Lu Zhanqing said, "He almost wrote 'no brains' on his forehead, and what he lacked in mind, he made up for height, and he is just a stupid big man."
Lu Wen changed his clothes and came over. The house was quiet, and he could hear his voice very clearly. When he entered the door, he heard Lu Zhanqing's last sentence accurately. He drooped his face: "You are not satisfied with scolding me face to face now, do you want to speak ill of me behind your back?"
Lu Zhanqing was very domineering: "You are my son, I can say it wherever I want."
"You know I'm your son," Lu Wen sat down at the corner of the table, "Then I'm a silly big man, didn't I inherit it from you?"
Lu Zhanqing said, "Inherited? You should be sorry."
"What do I regret?"
"It's a pity that you didn't inherit my ability, so your good life in this life can only be inherited."
Being looked down upon by Lu Zhanqing is Lu Wen's biggest weakness. Every time he blows up, he said angrily, "Who cares? I don't care about it!"
"Don't worry about it?" Lu Zhanqing asked, "Then you grew up drinking northwest wind?"
"I grew up drinking the Siberian cold snap!" Lu Wen said harshly, "You don't have to worry about it from now on! I make money to support myself!"
Lu Zhanqing didn't fluctuate, from expression to tone: "What do you earn enough to support you?"
There was a bill under the vase, which was from Lu Zhanqing's private account, and he took it out: "Is the filming fee for this movie two million? Your yacht doesn't go out all year, it just floats on the pier. Three quarters of operating expenses will eat up the money."
Lu Wen was dumbfounded, he was too busy during this time, and forgot to pay the fee for the last season at the end of the year. He snatched the bill, and for the first time felt that the amount was huge, and it would be doubled if he went to sea.
After a moment of silence, Lu Wen realized that he didn't pay, why didn't the agent contact him
Lu Zhanqing said, "Because I paid for you before the deadline."
"Why?" Lu Wenxian declared, "You did it voluntarily."
Lu Zhanqing took a sip of cold water to suppress his anger, what if he didn't volunteer
From the time this thing was grasped for a week when it was one year old, facing a pen, computer, mallet and stethoscope, without grasping anything good on a table, and plopped into his arms, he would never be able to get rid of his children's debts in this life.
A few months ago, Lao Zheng told Lu Zhanqing that Lu Wen donated all his salary to the Wenjia Fund. From then on, Lu Zhanqing personally supervised all the procedures. I was even so relieved that I couldn't find an outlet to vent, so I paid the running fee in advance.
The atmosphere was getting low, and Lingling hurriedly opened the meal. Hot and cold dishes were served on the table together. Lu Wen loved to eat meat, vegetables, and poultry. He stuffed the bills in his pocket, he was soft on people, but he was short on mouth when he held the chopsticks.
Lu Wen coughed: "Dad... eat."
Lu Zhanqing said: "Don't burn yourself, after all, you grew up drinking cold currents."
"..." Lu Wen was irrefutable, and he buried his head in eating, not daring to drink the soup while it was hot. When I was 70% full, I occasionally looked up and stared at the white lily of the valley in a short vase on the table.
One of them was bent over badly, and a key was hanging on a branch.
Lu Wen stretched out his hand to pick it off: "This kind of flower art is popular now, carry forward with a heavy load."
Lu Zhanqing said: "Put it away."
Lu Wen didn't turn the corner: "What do you mean? For me?"
Lu Zhanqing said, "Birthday gift."
Lu Wen's birthday in December, the filming was busy so I ignored it. Only then did he notice a box on the table, and when he opened it, there were formalities, property rights certificates, and a list of bids for an art auction.
The gift Lu Zhanqing gave him was a suite in Zishan Famous Building.
Holding the key, Lu Wen didn't seem to be ruthless: "Dad, why are you..."
"The villa is fully furnished, and everything is complete." Lu Zhanqing didn't bother to look at him, "I don't have time to pick out decorative artwork, so I just took a few random pieces."
Lu Wen went back to Nanwan occasionally, and mostly lived in another apartment. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhanqing would prepare an apartment for him, and the focus was on birthday gifts.
Unhappiness is fake, but Lu Wen pretended to be coercive, and said obediently: "This is considered a gift, not an inheritance."
He was kicked hard by Lu Zhanqing, and his left calf hurt so badly that he was completely frightened: "Then I won't inherit for nothing... I will take good care of you."
Lu Zhanqing didn't want to talk about it, and said: "You are considered a public figure now, and if you appear on camera in the future, you will use Zishan's house, and keep your privacy tight."
"I know." Lu Wen looked forward, "I heard that Zeng Zhen lives in Zishan. If one day I run into him in the morning and he sprains his ankle, I will carry him back. He may ask me to make a movie!"
Lu Zhanqing kicked again, on his right calf, and cursed, "Stop pretending to be your grandson outside, it's embarrassing."
Lu Wen wiped his mouth and dodged people, so as not to walk paralyzed on the dining table, he took a few steps to stop, returned to the back of Lu Zhanqing's chair, pressed Lu Zhanqing's shoulder and neck and rubbed blindly: "Dad, I love you."
Lu Zhanqing pressed the corner of his mouth: "Go away."
Lu Wen ate enough to catch up on sleep. He lay down on the big bed and covered himself with a small quilt. He planned to go to Zishan Mingzhu tomorrow afternoon to see what was missing.
In the evening, ask the boys to get together to mend the rift between him and Su Wang.
In the afternoon, Smoke Cloud Studio on Paper.
The adapted script was in the final stage, and when the phone rang, Qu Yanting hadn't left his desk for six hours. He squeezed the roots of the mountain, exhaled, and connected to Wang Mingyu's call.
"Master?"
"Yanting, are you busy?"
Qu Yanting leaned against the neck pillow on the back of the chair and closed his eyes: "It's okay, Master will do it if you have something to do."
Wang Mingyu asked: "How did you read the previous book?"
Qu Yanting narrowed his eyes slightly, with thin capillaries showing through his thin eyelids. He had read five or six episodes of the script. It was an idol drama with poor logic, no focus, and the character Lei, and he only scanned the rest of it.
He replied: "I probably looked at it."
Wang Mingyu said: "Come to the house tomorrow, let's talk about the book."
Qu Yanting bit her lower lip. A script of this level is not worth discussing at all, but Wang Mingyu's request showed that it was not that simple.
He promised, "Okay, I'll be there in the afternoon."
The author has something to say: Why is Lu Zhanqing successful, because staying at home is not as happy as going to work