Zheng Yin was in a relaxed mood, and drove the car to the main road in a flash.
He felt that this operation should be able to cure Cao Ye for a few days - if there is no money, this child will have nowhere to go.
He still knows Cao Ye as a kid. He loves to play and can cause trouble, but he has many advantages, such as not being pretentious, being at ease with the situation, and being able to make jokes. During this period of time, let him live in Lanyan, and he would probably complain a word or two at most, and would not really get angry with you. Next time we meet, he will forget about it for sure.
Cao Xiuyuan's son can't be wrong. Zheng Yin thought.
Zheng Yin's attitude towards Cao Ye is more concerned than that of Cao Xiuyuan, his biological father. Since he followed Cao Xiuyuan as his assistant and producer ten years ago, he has never missed Cao Ye's birthday every year.
All of Cao Xiuyuan's works—whether it's the films he made or his only son Cao Ye—he is very attentive without exception.
Same this time. The script Cao Xiuyuan wanted to make was a crime story revolving around a teenager living in a mean alley. The script was originally written by their old partner Zhou Ru, which is unbelievable, but the birth of this script is indeed inseparable from Cao Ye.
That night, Zhou Ru and Cao Xiuyuan sat at a table drinking, and she heard that Cao Xiuyuan's son Cao Ye had returned from abroad in the past few days.
Zheng Yin pulled out a photo of Cao Ye from his mobile phone and showed her. It was a photo taken on Cao Ye's birthday last year. Cao Ye had just played the wild CS CS with his friends for an afternoon—their team lost quite badly. His clothes were torn in several places, and his trousers and sleeves were stained. With dirty dust, the whole person looks gray. When Zheng Yin coaxed him to take a photo, he was in a bad mood and had a bad face. He was still carrying the birthday present that Zheng Yin had given him a few minutes ago - a valuable violin.
At that time, Zhou Ru was suffering from exhaustion of inspiration and had no new works for two consecutive years. Who knew that after seeing this photo, she had a flash of inspiration, and she went back that night and typed out the main line of the story on the computer.
"A teenager living in a poor alley was overwhelmed by an expensive violin on his back." Zhou Ru said that she wanted to write such a story. Fate.
It stands to reason that no one is more suitable for the role born because of Cao Ye than Cao Ye, but Cao Xiuyuan is reluctant to make a decision.
Two days ago, they went to Yancheng to explore the scene. Cao Xiuyuan suddenly had a whim and said that he would go to the nearby music affiliated high school to take a look. Just because of this sudden idea, they brought Liang Sizhe to Beijing from Yancheng, thousands of miles away.
However, as for whether or not Liang Sizhe should be chosen to play this role, Cao Xiuyuan still didn't make a decision, but just asked Zheng Yin to throw Liang Sizhe into a similar environment and stay first.
Zheng Yin and Cao Xiuyuan have worked together for many years, and of course he knows his intentions: Liang Sizhe has no acting experience. If he really wants to be the protagonist, almost all of his performances will come from instinct and his current life experience. However, the current situation is that, judging from the living environment of Liang Sizhe that night, his growth conditions seem to be too favorable. He may not even know what kind of life the teenagers in the alleys will be like, so he needs to put himself in the shoes. To observe and experience, to integrate into that environment.
"What about Cao Ye?" Zheng Yin asked Cao Xiuyuan at the time, "Would you like to come with me?"
"If you can persuade him, go there together." Cao Xiuyuan said.
The car stopped at the intersection of the traffic lights, Zheng Yin's thoughts were stopped, he took out his mobile phone and called Cao Xiuyuan: "Brother Yuan, I sent Xiao Ye over there... He is very good, yes, don't worry... "
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Cao Ye walked back with a bad expression on his face. As he walked, he searched for the hundred dollars that he just threw away.
He was going to use the hundred dollars to get a taxi nearby and go to a friend's place.
However, it was not found.
The one hundred dollars disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed at all.
Cao Ye felt agitated for a while. He raised his head and glanced at the men, women and children who were busy at the side of the alley. At this moment, he looked up at this "failed young master" looking for money all over the place, as strange as watching a play.
The expressions on their faces were so consistent that Cao Ye couldn't tell who had picked up his money for a moment. Who picked up my hundred dollars?"
Of course no one answered him. Those who admit that they picked up money are not fools.
Cao Ye paused for two seconds, and felt that the question was silly. He raised his hand and grabbed a handful of his own hair, and continued to walk back in disappointment.
When he walked to Lanyan, Liang Sizhe was still standing at the door. Cao Ye didn't know what was worth studying about these dirty and old doorways. Is it possible to judge the age of each store based on the thickness of the grease
"Hey." He stood under the curbstone, raised his chin slightly, and called out to Liang Sizhe, who was standing on the steps.
Liang Sizhe was thinking about what to have for dinner for a while, and after hearing the greeting, he slowly moved his eyes from the row of doors to his face.
"Did you see who picked up my hundred dollars?"
Liang Sizhe's eyes stopped for a moment on his face, and he said with words like gold, "No."
"Really... Forget it," Cao Ye felt that it would be useless to continue entanglement with the one hundred yuan, and asked the next question, "Do you know where the ATM machine is nearby?"
"do not know."
Cao Ye was about to speak again, when the proprietress hurried out of the store at this moment. She had a loud voice, and she arrived before anyone came: "Wait? President Zheng is gone, right?"
Cao Ye said angrily, "Yeah".
The proprietress has been in this business for many years, and her ability to observe words has penetrated into every cell of her body. It is easy to see that he is not willing to stay in this place, so she stepped forward and coaxed: "Don't look at the environment on the first floor. In this way, what I have reserved for you is the best room we have here, you will be satisfied with a look up, let's go, two handsome guys..." Halfway through speaking, he glanced at the suitcase lying not far away, "Hey? Is that your suitcase?" Then he walked over to help him up.
Cao Ye took a step ahead of her, but his emotions were not aroused by the proprietress at all. His voice was still uninteresting: "It's mine, I'll help myself." He walked over and held the top of the suitcase with a bow. the handle, picked it up and walked up the steps.
The aging wooden stairs made a creaking sound. Cao Ye walked at the front, Liang Sizhe took the suitcase and slowed him two steps, the proprietress walked at the end, raised her head and shouted at the two teenagers: "The third floor, the innermost room. "
The third floor is a hidden guest house. The price is low and the conditions are extremely poor. The people who live here are just looking for a cheap price. Some tenants live there for many years.
The corridor is opaque, and is illuminated only by the faint light emitted by the sparse and dim overhead lights overhead. At first glance, the old wooden door looks dark and unprovoked.
The two trolley boxes rubbed against the artificial marble floor making a muffled sound. Cao Ye raised his hand and pushed the door at the end of the corridor. He didn't push it, and the door was locked.
"The key is with me," the proprietress hurried to catch up with a trot, and took out the key from her pocket, "I just cleaned it today," she said, turning the key to unlock it, holding the door handle and pushing it inward, "Come in. How's it going?"
The room was quite large, facing south, it was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, and the room was still bright. Although the furnishings are a bit shabby, they are clean and tidy, which is incompatible with the environment downstairs. If you don't open the door and walk in and see for yourself, no one would have thought that this room would be so bright based on the conditions of the corridor.
Cao Ye stopped at the door, Liang Sizhe walked in sideways, leaned the suitcase against the wall, and walked around the room to look around. Two double beds with clean white sheets, a small TV set on the wall opposite to the gap in the middle, and a four-pane lacquered wardrobe that looks inferior to the wall, one meter away, next to the window. There is a small wooden square table in the place. Other than that, there are no other furnishings in the house.
It's okay, Liang Sizhe thought, much better than he imagined just before he walked in.
But as soon as he raised his head, he met Cao Ye who was standing at the door. The other party frowned slightly, and he almost didn't write the words "what a mess" on his face.
Cao Ye wanted to say it straight, but the attitude of the proprietress in front of him was too enthusiastic, which made him unbearable, so he forcibly swallowed the sentence that was on the tip of his tongue, and changed a slightly euphemistic way: " Double room? We both live here?"
"Yes," the proprietress smiled apologetically at Cao Xiuyuan's dignified young son, "Little Ancestor, this is the only good room we have here, where can I make a second room for you? Don't believe me? Take you to the next door to take a look, the lighting is far away from here, and the room size is very small, if you are willing to live there alone, I will not stop you."
In fact, Zheng Yin first proposed to arrange them in the same room. He was really afraid that Cao Ye would learn badly. If Cao Ye brought the girl back to the room on a whim or even lived together, he couldn't explain it to Cao Xiuyuan. Let him live in a room with Liang Sizhe, not to mention that Liang Sizhe is not happy to look at him, just saying that this kind of situation of taking the girl back to the room can basically be avoided.
As for the proprietress, of course, she didn't lie. Zheng Yin did act generously, but her conditions here were indeed limited, and she really couldn't make a second decent room. Even the current room is a temporary change from the original eight-person room.
Cao Yezhen followed him out to the next room to take a look, and with just one glance, his thought of living in a single room gave up.
The proprietress is right, the next door is really small, the area of about ten square meters is occupied by the bed in the middle, and the bathroom shrunk in the corner is even more cramped and pitiful, people standing in it should not be able to take a shower. body.
"I didn't lie to you, did you?" The proprietress followed behind him, "I know that you are all nobles, and specially vacated our best room. I said, little ancestor, you can make do with it, and I will go downstairs. You're busy, you can clean up by yourself."
After he finished speaking, he brought Cao Ye out and closed the door. He handed them two more keys, and without much delay, went downstairs to continue working.