I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 226 224. Walls have ears

"Brother, what on earth are you saying that you want to eat the food cooked by the disciple of the god of fried skewers? I have reserved a table for you for today's farewell banquet, and now you tell me that the flight is cancelled? What are you doing!"

Bentley on top.

Wang Sicong, who was talking on the phone while driving, was speechless:

"I'm leaving tomorrow, you know?"

"Please! Typhoon! Do you think I want to? I brought you a gift. Do you know how stupid I looked when I was photographed by the paparazzi at the airport holding a doll?"

Jay Chou on the other side of the phone was also speechless.

"The date you chose for the farewell banquet is outrageous! You can't eat it at any time, but you have to eat it during a typhoon! I bought all the tickets and traveled from Taipei to Yanjing to find you. Isn't my sincerity high enough?"

"Do you really blame me for this? Ask Lao Xu. Lao Xu insisted on visiting his wife, but the scandal started..."

"Then if you are mean to him, why are you so mean to me?"

"He just sat behind me. I was afraid he would strangle me to death!"

"Damn! Aren't you afraid that I will go to a concert in London and knock your head off with a microphone?"

"..."

Xu Xin, who really couldn't listen anymore, urged:

"Okay, drive hard. He's about to release an album, and God won't let him go, so don't rush him. It's over, the three of us wouldn't be more stylish without him."

"Wow, Shai Zai, don't come here to Wanwan, come here Wanwan will kill you!"

Jay Chou on the other end of the phone was furious.

"Hahahaha, hang up, hang up."

The eldest young master laughed and hung up the phone, but immediately sighed with regret:

"Sigh...it's not interesting if there are not all the people there."

Lang Lang on the co-pilot waved his hand:

"Okay, it's just four-player mahjong replaced by three-player Landlord fight. Hey, Lao Xu. I heard from Lun'er that it was your first time eating Japanese food and you made a joke?"

"..."

Xu Xin, who was sitting in the back row, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, it was dark, so the two people in front couldn't see his blush.

Wang Sicong looked gossipy:

"Why is it dripping? What's a joke? Are you asked to cook the sashimi when you serve it?"

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless:

"What do you think I am, some old-timer who has never been to the city? How ignorant I am? I know about sashimi at least."

"...What's going on?"

"Actually, it's nothing. We went...I forgot where, to eat Japanese food. It was my first time to eat these things, and when I walked in, I saw the waiter bringing such a big bowl. There’s just a little bit of tofu in it…what’s that called?”

"Lengnu tofu?"

Looking at Xu Xin drawing a description of a normal rice bowl, Lang Lang asked.

"Yes, yes, that's it. It's such a big bowl, and it contains tofu pieces the size of eggs, you know? I was thinking about it at the time... I said this is just a dish? Who can eat it?" Then I looked at the menu...I told the waiter, I asked you to fry one for me..."

"puff……"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The two people in the front row burst out laughing.

Fortunately, we were waiting for the traffic light.

Otherwise, Wang Sicong might just hit the accelerator and end up on top of the car in front of him.

"Hahahahaha...Old Xu...hahahahahaha..."

"Old Xu...hahahahaha...Old Xu."

It was as if the two of them had agreed upon it. One would hahaha before calling Lao Xu, and the other would call Lao Xu first and then hahahaha.

Xu Xin was a little embarrassed.

But he is not afraid of his friends laughing at the stupid things he has done.

Just chat.

Just be happy.

In the afternoon, he worked on a single line draft of the script. He was highly concentrated. He really needed to change his mind.

And on the 31st, it happened to be the day before Wang Sicong returned to the UK to study.

This meal is a farewell feast.

Originally, there was Jay Chou who we had agreed to free up a few months ago.

But there is a typhoon today...

Then there's no way.

Before releasing his album in October, Jay Chou was very busy.

So busy... he has already started to persuade a few people to buy houses here.

Especially after knowing that Wang Sicong had a private jet, he had to persuade a few people to come to Taipei and buy a big house. Run both ways...

In exchange, he also came here to buy a set.

Then everyone can live wherever they want, go out for fun, and just fly around the world...

Just tell me what will happen to this prodigal man in the future.

But the good news is that once Wang Sicong leaves, he will be back by the end of the year.

Moreover, after this year's academic quarter ended, he was almost done with his studies.

After graduating in August next year, I can officially return to China.

But after returning to China, he was going to become a shareholder in Wanda, and he also faced employment problems given by his father, so he had not yet figured out his future.

And now listening to the stupid things Xu Xin did, Wang Sicong patted the steering wheel and asked:

"Then what? Then what? They fired you?"

"No, he stopped me. I was not happy at the time. I thought to myself, who are you trying to eliminate? That little thing is not enough to feed the rabbits..."

"Hahahahaha..."

He was laughing so loudly that he started to hammer the Bentley's passenger center console.

Wang Sicong's face turned pale with fright:

"Idiot, brother, don't do it. You can just knock it with your head or smash it to pieces. You are so valuable..."

"Hahahahaha..."

then……

"Specialize one copy."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Inside this Japanese restaurant called "Heshanju".

Several guests, including Xu Xin, stared blankly at Wang Sicong who said these words...

Lang Lang's hands worth 80 million US dollars had unconsciously covered his face.

Really, even $80 million can't stop him from feeling ashamed at this moment.

Xu Xin is okay.

After all, he had done this before.

Not surprising.

I just admire...

Or the fiancée said that sometimes Wang Sicong looks a lot like her.

Look now...it's more than just a resemblance?

His shameless energy is even worse than that of his fiancée.

But the good thing is...their menu is a set menu, not an a la carte one.

Guests eat a round of set meals first, and then decide which one they haven't eaten enough, and then order a la carte.

It’s not that Wang Sicong doesn’t understand.

He just thinks it's fun.

Being silly with good buddies is a great memory when you get older.

So, after saying this, Wang Sicong pointed to the position farthest away from the chef's operating table:

"Old Wolf, will you sit here?"

You could say he is considerate, he is really considerate.

Wang Sicong had already eaten at the so-called fried skewers god's main store in Japan, so he naturally knew the process of this restaurant that was only one word different from the fried skewers god's "Shanju".

And the store operation of this "Heshanju" almost continues the business strategy of Heshanju.

The store is not big and there are no private rooms. In addition to the "L" shaped counter seats, there are only three seats behind the counter and seats.

It’s the kind of ordinary square table you often see in Japanese izakayas.

There are three tables separated by a partition in the middle, and there are potted plants and mountains and rivers at the entrance to block the entrance. It is half exposed, does not disturb each other, and can be integrated into the atmosphere of an izakaya.

I have to admit that a lot of thought was put into this decoration.

In Japanese culture, counter seats where you can watch "craftsmen" cooking delicious dishes up close are the first choice for many people.

Because here, they can see with their own eyes how their food is made bit by bit.

Build up appetite and raise expectations.

It is a kind of cooking culture.

Does Xu Xin understand?

don't know.

But Lang Lang understands, and so does Wang Sicong.

Jay Chou, who went home to eat instant noodles during a typhoon, also understands.

Originally, today's table was reserved for Wang Sicong's farewell banquet.

It's one of those three tables.

But Jay Chou suddenly couldn't come. As soon as Wang Sicong communicated with the store, they changed the seats to counter seats.

On the one hand, I wanted to show Lao Xu, a "country bumpkin", how other people's fried skewers are made. On the other hand, the atmosphere of watching the chef cooking while drinking and chatting is more or less "exotic" in this era.

Just watch the excitement.

Xu Xin didn't care.

Not to mention sitting here while drinking and eating, he doesn't care if he just finds a place on the street to grab a bottle of beer, or squats on the roadside to eat melon seeds and drink beer.

But the problem is that one second I was "speculating", and the next second I realized the thoughtfulness of arranging Lang Lang to be farther away from the operating table...

The other guests in the room were stunned.

The hotel is not full yet, and the price per person is more than 2,000...

The audience of this store is actually not very large.

With this money, I can eat all-you-can-eat at Yan Bao Chi and luxury restaurants.

Who is squatting in this corner?

In addition, the conditions of the house are limited and the place is really small. No wonder you need to make an appointment to receive guests.

According to the set menu.

Then Wang Sicong chose again and again, and finally chose a bottle of Jiro Choginjo.

Three people sat in the corner watching the chef frying something...

No matter how Xu Xin looked, he couldn't imagine where the name of this so-called "god" came from.

Especially the blackening on the chopsticks where things were fried.

Let the fried dough sticks guy come over and take a look.

Study well.

Why is it that your fried dough sticks cost one yuan each, while others’ meals cost more than two thousand...

It's quite outrageous.

As for the appetizers that were served, Xu Xin took a sip of wine from the wine glass and muttered:

"How tiring this is."

Lang Lang sat at the far end, and Wang Sicong sat in the middle. He watched the guests at the next table sit next to him who had not yet arrived.

Not loud.

Only these two people could hear it.

"Tsk."

Hearing this, Wang Sicong felt a little emotional.

"Don't you think you should learn how to spend money?"

Xu Xin rolled his eyes directly:

"Who are you showing off how much money you have?"

"It's not about showing off...it's just that your life is boring, you know that? What did you say you have a hobby for?"

"Make a movie."

After hearing Xu Xin's answer, Lang Lang said:

"That's work, it doesn't count."

As a result, Xu Xin was speechless.

And Wang Sicong shrugged:

"Look, let's not talk about anything else. Look at Lun'er, he likes magic... although he doesn't dare to change in front of you, for fear that you will force him to death..."

"..."

Xu Xin was even more speechless.

He really couldn't stand Jay Chou's magic tricks.

Mainly...after seeing it, I wanted to figure out how to change it.

Then that bastard still abides by the so-called "Magician's Code" and refuses to tell himself.

After going back and forth, everyone agreed on three chapters.

I don't ask you how to change.

Don't do magic tricks in front of me.

If you dare to do magic, I'll kill you.

no sooner said than done.

Judging from this rule, the two people actually have similar approaches but similar approaches.

"He likes to collect antiques..."

"Isn't that what happens in my family?"

"Brother, do you regard those antiques as antiques? The antiques in your house are not as good as the ones in the big... Who can put the dishes on them! I broke a late Qing tea bowl two days ago, and you don't even feel bad. I will give you a plate After knocking my teeth, you two let me use a stainless steel basin. Do you really think I’m stupid? Don’t you know that stainless steel basin is for feeding dogs?”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Amid the laughter of the two, Wang Sicong shook his head slightly:

"That's not your hobby."

"Well……"

Looking at the stunned Xu Xin, although he didn't know how to bring up this topic, Wang Sicong picked it up and chatted:

"For example, Lao Lang, he is a fan. He is a die-hard Messi fan, right?"

"What on earth do you want to say?"

Lang Lang was puzzled.

Wang Sicong shrugged:

"My hobbies are even simpler, men like women."

"..."

"..."

In the speechless gazes of the two people, Wang Sicong asked in confusion:

"Lao Xu, what do you think your hobby is?"

"Well……"

"What do you think I should give you this Christmas? What do you like?"

Before he finished speaking, Lang Lang also became interested:

"Yes, Lao Xu, what do you think your usual hobbies are? Why don't we get together at Christmas? What gift do you want?"

"...?"

Xu Xin never expected that the first topic tonight would involve him.

but……

When Wang Sicong said this, he was really puzzled.

Hobby……

Yes, what is my hobby?

"Look..."

Wang Sicong started to lick his fingers:

"Let's talk about playing games. You are the one who has the least sense of victory. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose~ Da... if anyone in the game loses, they will jump around and curse. I feel angry when I lose, but you just Just like a normal person.

Let’s talk about some common hobbies, such as cars? Can your old A6 be replaced? I guessed that you were going to drive that car tonight, specifically a Bentley. Let’s not talk about women. I’m afraid someone will give me a set of military boxing...

basketball? Didn't you learn basketball to look cool, old man? Right? "

"..."

Hearing this meaningful title, Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

Zhou is blind.

Sun thief.

It’s great to learn a few Northeastern dialects, right?

A pun?

Just wait for me.

You've learned the new words, right?

Not enough for you!

But he didn't know that Wang Sicong, who had already put Jay Chou on the must-kill list in Xu Xin's heart, was still scolding him:

"And then, fitness? You work out just to have a good body, and you are not an avid fitness enthusiast. And then, you don't play football. It doesn't matter whether you drink alcohol or not. Smoking must be considered a hobby, so I guess. The only thing you can do is... Lao Xu, you can't do this."

The eldest young master’s face was filled with disgust:

"You have to have a hobby to pursue. Look at you...she chose the upper body, right? The pants are casual, right? The shoes under your feet can be seen casually. Hey, I am quite puzzled, you still spend a month Why don’t you pay for it? Uncle Xu even bought cigarettes and alcohol for you, so why don’t you spend money on it? What do you lack? What do you like?”

"What the hell..."

Xu Xin suddenly didn't know what to say.

Think about it carefully.

It all seems right.

Apart from your job, what are your hobbies?

Just as he was thinking about it, Lang Lang said:

"Lao Xu is good at painting... Hey, how about I give you a self-portrait of mine..."

"..."

"..."

This time, let alone Xu Xin, even Wang Sicong's eyes widened and he turned his head.

Brother, what did you say?

Your level of narcissism is off the charts.

The three of us are just like you.

You are so embarrassed...

Unexpectedly, Lang Lang waved his hand:

"That's not what I mean. This painting was painted for me by someone else. A very famous German painter named Gerhard Richter. Do you know?"

"..."

"..."

Seeing the blank looks in their eyes, Lang Lang shrugged:

"The old man is very nice, and we have a good relationship. I went to his birthday party, and he gave me a gift. How about it? I want to get it for you."

"...Do you want to hang up in my house to ward off evil spirits?"

"puff……"

The eldest young master burst out laughing instantly.

Lang Lang was speechless, and then silently picked up the wine glass...

After the three people touched each other again, Xu Xin rubbed his chin and was thinking.

I don't seem to have any other hobbies.

Does it need to develop?

While he was thinking about it, "Welcome" in Japanese rang out in Heshan Juli.

The three of them didn't care. They just sat in the corner to chat and see how other people could make fried skewers and become gods.

Even if he is just an apprentice.

And just when Wang Sicong was giving Xu Xin a bad idea and said, "Would you like to experience extreme sports?", suddenly a sound rang out:

"Mr. Wang?"

Wang Sicong instinctively turned his head and glanced, and saw a middle-aged man looking at him in surprise.

There were three people following him, including this middle-aged man, a total of two men and two women.

The woman is wearing a mask, a fisherman's hat, and her skin is very fair. One look at the clothes on her body shows that they are not cheap, and they look very classy.

The other one looked ordinary, holding a water glass and a backpack.

The last middle-aged man did not wear a mask and was wearing a black T-shirt. The most eye-catching thing about his body was the watch on his wrist.

Although I couldn't see clearly what the price was, I knew it wasn't cheap just from the jeweled appearance.

At this moment, after hearing the words of the middle-aged man who said hello, these three people were also looking at Wang Sicong.

But right away.

When Lang Lang, who poked his head out, and Xu Xin, who turned his head, appeared in front of these people, the middle-aged man who greeted Wang Sicong was fine.

The eyes of the eye-catching woman wearing a black mask and black fisherman hat, and the middle-aged man with a watch standing next to her, fell on Lang Lang and Xu Xin respectively.

At this time, Wang Sicong's rather unexpected voice sounded:

"Oh, Mr. Cui, what a coincidence."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with embarrassment, but he still took a step forward and said with a smile:

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wang is eating here too?"

"Yes, let's have dinner with friends..."

As he spoke, he looked at the people behind him and nodded:

"Okay, let's not eat together. I've already started here, so I won't entertain Mr. Cui."

"..."

In fact, by this time Xu Xin had already seen that the middle-aged man had the intention of retreating and leaving.

Although his identity is unclear, Wang Sicong's presence here clearly embarrasses him.

But... the service industry is sometimes an industry where price is very important.

While the two were chatting, the waitress in kimono had already walked to a table.

But because the two were talking, she didn't speak.

And when "Mr. Cui" responded with a polite "Hey, okay" and turned around, the waiter politely said:

"Four distinguished guests, please, please~the reserved seats for the four of you are here."

"..."

Mr. Cui's mouth twitched...

Xu Xin was right, Mr. Cui really wanted to leave.

But when the waiter said "reserved seat", he couldn't leave.

How to go?

What are you trying to avoid Wang Sicong for?

So, he can't leave.

I couldn't leave even if I wanted to.

After a pause, he nodded.

Take a seat at the table over there.

After the three people at the back looked away from Xu Xin and Lang Lang, Xu Xin and Lang Lang nodded politely to the three people and greeted them before turning their heads.

The greetings on both sides are complete.

but……

Lang Lang is a good thing.

"Who?"

"The newly appointed theater director of the film and television department."

Wang Sicong took a bite of food.

To save face, he spoke in a low voice.

But Lang Lang and Xu Xin understood...

"My own" employees.

After being drunk, the young master couldn't stop him from spontaneously popularizing science. How many of the shareholders of Wanda Cinema were not doing anything, how many were puppets in name, and how many were matters belonging to his own family.

It can be said that as for Wanda Cinema, there are basically no secrets to Xu Xin.

But after hearing Wang Sicong's explanation, he thought about it and said:

"Don't let anyone get off the stage for a while, do you hear me? Don't show off your arrogant behavior and save face."

"...I'm not stupid."

Wang Sicong was speechless:

"Didn't I just give you face?"

Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

"Don't do this, what kind of virtue do you have when you drink too much? We don't know what you are doing?"

"..."

After hearing this, Wang Sicong was stunned...

He picked up the wine glass:

"Grass!"

A curse word was thrown out first, and then he muttered:

"Either the relationship can't be too good, and there won't be any secrets."

"Virtue~"

Xu Xin continued to roll his eyes again.

After the three of them had a glass of wine, the topic returned to the topic:

"Hey, what does skydiving feel like? Is it exciting?"...

He began to discover his second passion.

But little did he know that after the four people over there sat down, Mr. Cui also changed from his arrogant appearance when everyone came into contact with him before.

You can't say that he is a person with his tail between his legs, but his words and actions are not as high-minded as before.

Chatting peacefully.

Not loud.

Moreover, he was sitting facing Wang Sicong.

Another middle-aged man with a watch sat next to him.

Opposite are the two women.

After sitting down, the woman without taking off her mask looked around and whispered:

"Give me the makeup bag, I'll go to the bathroom."

The plain-looking girl next to her nodded quickly, took out a small bag from her bag, and politely left the table with her.

The bathroom in this house is not exposed, but it is located inside.

Right next to the corner location of Lang Lang.

If you want to go to the bathroom, you must go in the direction of the three people.

When the waiter guided the two people to the bathroom, the woman wearing a mask paid special attention to the three of them.

In fact, logically speaking, whether it is the way she is dressed, the appearance hidden under the mask and fisherman hat, or the temperament, even if you don't see clearly what she looks like, she is quite eye-catching.

But...

"Skydiving is so exciting. It's true. Once you jump, you'll never forget it. It's so exciting~"

"Yes, I just heard that it was very uncomfortable after I heard that the parachute bag could not be opened."

"Fuck, aren't you talking nonsense? If you can't open the parachute, everyone will be dead! Is that called parachuting? That's called suicide!"

"Hahaha, how about surfing? That thing is fun, you ask Lao Lang..."

"Don't ask me, I haven't done it. I'm a landlubber. I know how to paddle. How about you try skiing? It's almost the season. I'm going to perform in Switzerland next month. Can we come together?"

"I have to prepare a new movie, and Xiying Film Studio is very anxious. I'm talking about how cold it is..."

"It's better than dying, right?"

"I'm going to strangle you to death! Mr. Sun, why do you recommend me to go skydiving~! Tell me, are you planning to commit suicide and inherit my Ant Flower!"

"What is Ant Huabei?"

"How did I know... Sun thief, strangle you to death!!"

"Cough cough cough cough... it's wrong, wrong, brother, wrong..."

The three gentlemen are now concentrating on developing their hobbies.

Wang Sicong asked Xu Xin to go skydiving, and Lang Lang talked about skiing... But the young master whom Tu Qiong saw was being pinched by Xu Laoer, looking like he was begging for mercy in pain.

In fact, logically speaking, if you are in Japan, unless it is a very noisy izakaya, people will generally not make such a loud noise.

But this is China.

When you come to China to sell fried skewers, you have to adapt to the environment, right?

Actually, the three of them are not particularly noisy, they just fall into that category... If you listen carefully, you can clearly hear what they are talking about. And when you see the three of them fighting, you won't feel rude. Instead, you can see the emotions between the three of them. To a very good extent.

The words were heard by the masked woman.

When she heard "Preparing a new play, Xiying Studio", she was thoughtful.

But just as he was walking past Langlang and planning to go to the bathroom, he heard the noise and turned around to look.

I saw that the young man who was treated respectfully by Director Cui just now was being pinched by director Xu Xin, who had just been rumored to be having an affair with the newly popular star Yang Mi today.

That attitude is that of friends and buddies playing around.

The relationship is very close.

There was finally a hint of surprise in her eyes.

So, here comes the problem.

Mr. Wang, a young man who needs to be treated with caution as Wanda's new head of film and television department, is being pinched by the neck of the director whose debut film grossed over 100 million yuan. He doesn't dare to resist. He can only cough and shout "Brother" I was wrong"……

Sitting next to him was the famous pianist Lang Lang...

What is the relationship between these three people?

as well as……

New play?

New relationship?

Who is this mysterious young man "Mr. Wang"?

You have to... think it over carefully.