Chapter 416

After that, I didn't have any business. I opened a shop every day. I drank in the shop, read books and spent the day leisurely.

That day Yin Xinyue came to me and said, "brother Zhang, do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I have a friend who is a screenwriter, who has been complaining to me these two days that he has entered the writing bottleneck period and can't write every day. Do you think you can help him once by your means? " Yin said.

I frowned and put down the book, and said to Yin Xinyue solemnly: "it's better not to use Yin Wu indiscriminately. There is no pie in the sky. You will pay the corresponding price when you get something! It's just that he can't write. It's not a big deal. Let him go on a tour, relax and adjust his mood. Maybe it will be good. "

Yin Xinyue sighed: "I told him, it's useless! You don't know how fierce the competition in this industry is. Every year, hundreds of writers break their heads and want to enter the circle of screenwriters. If you don't write about it, you don't cooperate with a director this time. Maybe you won't have a chance to cooperate in the future. "

"He said that it doesn't matter if he meets a ghost, if he can find the inspiration for his creation. People talk about it. You can help him once, and only you can help him." Yin Yueyue begged hard.

I always think that domestic dramas are rampant. Some of the dramas are as bad as shit. I think it's a person who can be a screenwriter. It seems that any bowl of rice is not delicious.

So I asked Yin Xinyue to tell that friend that I would help him find a shade in the near future, but I may not be 100% sure.

"Well, I have its business card here. You know each other first."

After Yin Yueyue finished, he took out a business card from his wallet and handed it to me. It said, "Meng Dongye, a famous screenwriter, thought about it and asked," isn't he the screenwriter of this year's hit Qing palace opera, the legend of Zhen Huan? "

"Yes, he is!" Yin crescent smiled and squinted.

Meng Dongye is not only an editor, but also a micro blog big v. he often goes on some interview programs, talk shows and so on. I dare to cooperate with celebrities this time. I'm a little excited.

Yin Xinyue told me that his new script will be handed in in the second half of the year, so we must hurry up.

So I released a message in the circle that night, saying that I want to find a Yin thing that can provide inspiration. The safety insurance is the best, and the price is not a problem.

In less than a week, someone called me. It was Weige who had cooperated with me several times before. He was also a Yin merchant, but he didn't collect them in person. They collected them from various channels, and often helped peers to get along and collect intermediary fees.

I used to have a few shady things, all of which were bought by him.

Weige said that he had something in his hand, which had not been collected for a few days. It absolutely met my requirements. He asked me to arrange a time to meet him. He specially told me to trade in cash and not go to the bank. He was recently stared at by the note.

I asked him about how much money, I'm ready for it, he replied boldly, friendship price, 300000 is not much, right?

I arranged a time free for both sides to let Yin Xinyue and Meng Dongye come together. We went to the place designated by Weige. It was an uncompleted building that few people went to. Weige lived there just like a tramp, and hired someone to send him food and drink every day.

Meng Dongye is a man with round glasses and a gentle beard. Seeing the uncompleted building, he asked me uneasily, "boss Zhang, your friend is unreliable. How can I feel that he is not like a decent man?"

"You can take one hundred heart on the person I recommend. He must be wanted by the police. Stay away from the wind here." I said with a wry smile.

As expected, when I met Weige, he complained to me. He bought an antique a while ago and sold it for twice the price. Who knows that it's a national second-class cultural relic? I don't know who leaked the news or deliberately targeted him. The police soon stared at him. During this period of time, every day, there were police officers waiting at his door and had to move to this place.

After saying this, brother Wei warmly said hello to Yin Xinyue: "Yo, is this my sister-in-law? It's beautiful, like a big star. "

Then he patted Meng Dongye on the shoulder: "I've heard so much from Meng Da. I've seen all the Anti Japanese dramas you wrote. It's so wonderful! What are you writing recently? "

"Qinggong opera." Meng Dongye replied that he was a scholar after all, and he could not adapt to the rough Jianghu man like Weige.

Weige realized this too, and said sheepishly, "I'm just a rude man. I don't know etiquette. Don't be surprised. But I've always been the most trustworthy in business. You can rest assured! "

"Well, I believe you." Meng Dongye smiles.

"Then let's sit down and talk about business!" Weige brought several plastic benches. We sat down face to face. In the middle was the money box brought by Meng Dongye. For the time being, Weige used it as a table. Weige put a long mahogany box on it. Let's have a look at it first.

When I open the mahogany box, what I see is a brush. The brush holder is made of bamboo, and the surface is very bright. Of course, it is not the result of machining, but the result of hand production over the years. There are some strange patterns on it, but it can't be seen clearly. There is a small hole on the top, and the pen point is very beautiful."Can this pen inspire me again?" Meng Dongye can't believe it.

"Of course, you will know its origin when you hear it." Weige took a cigarette and took a beautiful sip. I told him to stop selling. Then he said, "boss Zhang, I know you've traveled all over the country in the past two years and collected a lot of serious things, but I'm sure you confiscated my kind of things."

"What kind?" I asked.

"With idioms and stories!" Weige said.

I almost fell down. Why did I expect it? Yin Xinyue also sniggered beside me.

"Tell me, what's the story?" I said with a smile.

Weige was silent for a while, then he said four words: "the best is the best!"

Meng Dongye suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "you mean, this is the life and beauty of the story of" the best of the best "

"Yes, it's Meng Da's playwright with culture!" Weige clapped and slapped: "it's a wonderful pen. I didn't expect it. I have two idiom stories with me. Isn't it fierce?"

Of course I know the story.

It is said that in the Southern Dynasty, there was a famous litterateur named Jiang Yan, who was relegated to Pucheng to be a small county magistrate because of his political mistakes. He was unhappy all day and didn't want to eat or drink.

One day he went for a walk outside the city. Tired of walking, he fell asleep on a hill. As a result, an old fairy appeared in his dream. The old fairy gave him a colorful magic pen, saying that Jiang Yan had saved his life in his previous life, and this pen was even a reward.

Since then, Jiang Yan has written many poems that have been handed down for thousands of years.

Jiang Yan relied on a hand of rich articles and full of talents. His official fortune gradually improved and he became a minister. Until he was middle-aged, one night he dreamt of the old fairy again, saying that in those days, the five color pen borrowed from you was flourishing, and can be returned to me today

So Jiang Yan took out the colorful magic pen from his arms and returned it to the old fairy respectfully. Since then, he has never written a good article.

That's how the idiom comes to be brilliant.

But I can't help but doubt that it is a colorful magic pen in the legend. How can it become a broken pen made of bamboo in front of me?

This one looks ordinary. Is that the difference between a seller show and a buyer show?