Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 521: Chapter 284 The leader was joking, it’s not that old people are useless, it’s that useless people have gotten old_2

For example, “Okay, Master Zheng, I’ll take it with me when I leave, and you even have a granddaughter, old Deng!” “What other old men have, you surely have too.”

So, Zhao Mingyuan had no choice but to pluck up the courage and say.

“Master Zheng, this is just a little token of our younger generation’s respect. It’s a bit presumptuous for our first visit. I heard you love tea, so I specifically asked a friend to bring this special product, it’s not expensive.”

Master Zheng smiled, didn’t outright reject it, and chuckled.

“Oh? Really brought by a friend, and not specifically bought? If you really wasted money on this old man, let me tell you, I won’t appreciate it!”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Zhao Mingyuan was slightly embarrassed.

“Master Zheng, I can’t tell the difference between good or bad tea, so let’s not open it.” Qingyan said, “It’s quite troublesome to carry it back and forth, how about we talk about something else?”

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyuan felt like he was going to cough up blood.

However, he saw the old man laugh heartily, as if he didn’t mind at all.

“Alright, then let’s talk about your script.”

“I only wrote the screenplay; the script was a collaborative effort by several teachers,” Qingyan said, “Teacher Zhao also participated in the compilation, it wasn’t just my work.”

Zhao Mingyuan, sipping his tea to mask his awkwardness, twitched at this statement. With Qingyan’s words, his trip was not in vain.

“Oh? Then let’s discuss it together.” Master Zheng smiled warmly.

In the subsequent conversation, the atmosphere among the three of them was quite harmonious. After a while, Zhao Mingyuan stopped chiming in, quietly sitting aside and drinking tea.

In the living room, only the voices of Qingyan and the old man could be heard, talking back and forth engagingly.

Qingyan didn’t know much about literature, but he could recite countless snippets of dialogues from the film archive. When talking about war films, he could come up with something to say, and he could manage a few words on cinema, too.

His broad knowledge covered up for the difference in viewpoints with the academic circle. It even seemed particularly precious.

When Qingyan and the others left, Master Zheng looked a bit weary. He leaned back on the wooden sofa and couldn’t help thinking to himself that the young man was really eloquent.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a young girl walked out of the study, crisply saying.

“Grandpa, did he really write it?”

“Of course, he did; you always suspect others,” Master Zheng said with a hearty laugh, “The young man is quite learned at his age, knows a bit about everything.”

“Such a person may not be cut out for research, but as for writing this screenplay, I think there shouldn’t be too many issues.”

“But grandpa, something’s not right,” the girl said tilting her head.

“Then tell me, what’s not right?” Master Zheng asked.

“Can’t put my finger on it, just feels off,” the girl frowned slightly, mimicking the old man’s pacing in the living room, “just… doesn’t look it, a cultured person doesn’t look like that.”

Master Zheng laughed dumbfoundedly, “Aren’t you judging a book by its cover then?”

“Can you blame me? He looks like a celebrity,” the girl pouted, turning away in dissatisfaction, “It’s just…”

Downstairs.

“Thank you,” Zhao Mingyuan, walking ahead, suddenly stopped and turned to thank Qingyan, “I don’t know what to say, just, thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

“You mentioned me, you didn’t have to, after all, you wrote the screenplay.”

“Oh that, I was merely stating the facts,” Qingyan said nonchalantly, “Don’t thank me, it wasn’t all my achievement.”

At this, Zhao Mingyuan couldn’t help but sigh.

“We also became familiar through a clash, I wronged you in the past.”

“It’s all in the past, why bring that up,” Qingyan waved it off, turning the conversation aside, “Let’s not talk about that, let’s find a place to eat first.”

“Alright.”

At the dinner table, Zhao Mingyuan rarely opened up after a few drinks and said.

“Power is the best aphrodisiac for men, I don’t have many bad habits. I just like to progress, power and status are good things.”

“Everyone has their own aspirations; I mainly want to make money,” Qingyan said.

“I can see that, our goals are different, that’s why I’m telling you this,” Zhao Mingyuan slurred, “I used to be just a minor official, initially just wanted to live a better life.”

“But power, like a rolling stone down a mountain, once it starts, there’s no stopping. Honestly, I envy your talent.”

“If I could also…”

Qingyan didn’t catch the rest of the words. He and Zhao Mingyuan were not on the same path, they could at best be decent friends, but they were incompatible in essence.

A few days later, carrying a basket of fruit, he visited Master Zheng again. Compared to the last time, he was much more relaxed this time, and didn’t specifically talk about the screenplay.

An old man and a young man chatted about family matters; Master Zheng, smiling, asked him.

“What made you think of quitting your previous job and switching to the arts?”

“It wasn’t quitting, I was laid off,” Qingyan sighed, “to put it nicely, I graduated, but in the end, it was because I took too many leaves.”

“If the crew forms later and you need to shoot in southern Yunnan, what are your plans?” Master Zheng inquired.

“I don’t know, I didn’t expect things to progress so quickly,” Qingyan frowned, “It mainly depends on the intentions of Director Ji, if needed I can commute by flying back and forth.”

“That busy?”

“Master Zheng, I’m just a scriptwriter…”

“Haha, calling yourself a scriptwriter at your level is quite the understatement,” Master Zheng sipped his tea and paused before adding, “You can put the screenplay to one side for now.”

“I have a little issue here, I wonder if you’re interested.”

“Hmm?” Qingyan was somewhat puzzled; he just came to visit.

“It’s like this, you’re quite good at writing songs, aren’t you?” Master Zheng looked at him and began, “That song ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ of yours was good, it boosted the tourism industry.”

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