To be honest, Rong Guang actually understands Xiao Yanliang very well. Was he different back then? Young people want to get ahead, but who is willing to endure it slowly?

But do you think that I am already seventy or eighty years old? Rong Guang smiled bitterly in his heart. If we really talk about age, he is only two or three years older than Xiao Yanliang, right?

Forget it, a good man is going to fly solo sooner or later, and he doesn’t care if it’s a moment earlier or a moment later.

Besides, the reason why I accepted this disciple was to be worthy of my ancestor, and I didn’t think about any benefits at all. Wouldn’t it be better if Xiao Yanliang could make a difference?

Thinking of this, Rong Guang made a decision: "Xiao Xiao, what is the budget for this project?"

"6.25 million is barely enough." Xiao Yan was overjoyed.

"Then I will star as the villain teacher, and I will give you a three-week schedule..."

"Teacher!" Xiao Yanliang waved his hand quickly, "I... I am confident in the script, and I will find actors. Just... I won't trouble you."

Rong Guang saw Xiao Yanliang's thoughts, and he laughed and scolded: "If you call me teacher, can you still figure it out? From now on, you can return it to that disciple! Also, your work will definitely offend many people in the entertainment industry.

.How can you survive in the future without me? I can help you resist the pressure, but how can you resist yourself?"

"Teacher..." Xiao Yanliang trembled his lips, feeling moved in his heart.

"Stop being such a sissy. Let's talk about the script!" Rong Guang interrupted with a smile, "You can add a high-tech scene to the opening paragraph. This treats idol training as industrialized production. It can be slightly exaggerated, but it needs to be

…”

"Teacher, I'm afraid the budget is not enough?"

"Don't think about budget issues first. And finally, why do you want to include that literary and artistic genre? Don't you know it's very inconsistent? One work should tell a story, and the movie is only two hours. Don't put everything in it.

Pack."

"Hehe. I'm not afraid..."

"Everything has been cut. The rest of the content can be made into a sequel. Don't think about success or failure. When facing your debut, you must first do your best! You must learn to make trade-offs..."

"..."

…

After sending Xiao Yanliang away, Yuan Quan came to him strangely: "Why is Liangzi gone? Why don't you keep him for dinner?" Yuan Quan was always happy for this disciple, and she actually became a beautiful little master's wife.

Already?

Rong Guang hugged Yuan Quan angrily, and the two father-in-law came to the restaurant: "That boy's wings are hard, and he is going to film "A Long Way to the Show" again."

"ah?"

Rong Guang shook his head helplessly, pinched the little cheeks of his son and daughter: "Quanquan, my family is preparing 8 million, and I will call Xiao Xiao in a few days."

"Oh!" Yuan Quan is better at this. As long as it's serious business, she's still very sensible.

It is impossible for this 8 million to pass through the company, otherwise it will become "corruption" of Xiao Yanliang's copyright. Rong Guang will pay for it privately and finally support him. If the project succeeds, Rong Guang will only want the 8 million capital. If it fails,

Then...fail! Guang Shao can't afford to lose.

As for Xiao Yanliang being dazzled by the 8 million fans? Maybe he is greedy for this large sum of money? I don’t say whether he is that stupid. If he is really such a stupid person, he is just blind, so just treat it as a return.

Grandmaster!

Why is Yuanquan allowed to take this money? Isn’t that a joke? Since he has a little cotton-padded jacket, can the bald villain still hide his private money? As the head of the family, someone will only care about national affairs!

Carrying a casserole of homemade assorted soup, he placed it in the center of the dining table. My parents also felt strange: "Where is Liangzi?"

"Leave him alone!" Rong Guangzheng was upset. He felt as if he had just given away his grown-up children. Children?

Rong Guang glanced at Rongrong, and suddenly thought of the brat in the future, his mood became even worse: "Rongrong, if you dare to disobey when you grow up, my labor and management will break your legs!"

"?""?""?""?""Meow?"……

Qi Xiulian stared: "What's wrong with you? Don't scare our baby!"

Yuan Quan covered his mouth and laughed: "Keke, Mom, ignore him, he is just that kind of virtuous."

"Are you wasting money again?" Rong Degen asked with a smile.

"Dad, have I ever wasted money?" Rong Guang immediately protested.

Yuan Quan curled his lips and said, "What about the US$120 million?"

"Hey, my hair is long but my knowledge is short. I really want to make money, but isn't it easy?" Rong Guang poured himself a glass of beer and took a sip happily, "For example, buying a courtyard house or buying antiques."

"Buying antiques?" Qi Xiulian smiled and said, "Guangzi, do you understand that stuff? Don't be deceived into bankrupting your fortune?"

"Mom, am I that stupid? Haha."

"Daddy, stupid! Hehehehe..." Fluffy beside her laughed so happily.

Rongguang picked up a shrimp and stuffed it into Rongrong's mouth: "I'm really not bragging, Quanquan, don't look like that? Do you really think I will go to Panjiayuan? If there is a chance to go to England, contact those antiques

Dealers are looking for Chinese antiques from dilapidated aristocratic families, the kind that were used by our ancestors during the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. A bottle that big might cost a few hundred pounds. And they can't commit fraud. Chinese antiques are not worth much now. But after more than ten years, one will be about the same.

Just a few hundred thousand, right?”

"Really?" Rong Degen asked curiously, "Do you have millions? Can't you buy a few valuable ones?"

"Foreigners are not stupid, real fine products will be sent to the auction house. In fact, antiques are not that mysterious. Just like the bowls and spoons we use to eat, if left for a thousand years, they are indeed antiques, but they are not worth much. But those used in the palace

If the rice bowl I use lasts for a thousand years, it will be considered a masterpiece. If there is a story behind something, for example, if the rice bowl I use lasts for a thousand years, then it is called a national treasure!"

The whole family burst into laughter. Yuan Quan laughed and scolded: "Rongrong's father is so stinky and shameless!"

"Stinky cloth wants face..." Linrong mumbled and tried to speak.

Rong Guang ignored the mother and daughter's banter and continued to laugh: "Actually, most of the Chinese antiques in the hands of foreigners are ordinary goods. But people in China don't understand? There are also those in the antique industry who are very good at hype. What?

There are treasure appraisal programs and museums are opening. By then, coupled with a group of rich and arty people, it will be hyped to hundreds of thousands! But these are still conscientious, at least they are real antiques. The black-hearted ones are all making fakes in Panjiayuan.

Woolen cloth."

"Huh? Quanquan?" Qi Xiulian said with a smile, "I don't know where this kid learned it. There are all kinds of messy things in his stomach."

Yuan Quan chuckled and said, "I'm just bragging! Hehehehe."

"Daddy, brag! Giggle..."
Chapter completed!