Chapter 11 Hometown!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Zhang pushed the car and went out.

Yin Jun naturally helped her to bring the two large pots of brine raw materials to the car.

She wouldn't put fish balls, radishes, bean curd, beef offal, and hot vegetables into the brine all at once, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold it at all, and it would be soft after soaking in the soup for a long time, or It was melted and not tasty at all.

So these are placed in the big box, together with the noodles, in the lower left space of the cart, where there are two small air tanks, which are really heavy.

When Aunt Zhang left, Yin Jun continued to write his own script in the room.

The Xiangjiang River in March was not hot, but the brine and ingredients did not smell very good. Yin Jun opened the window outside so that the cool wind could blow in, which was better.

Compared to this somewhat pungent smell, having a very nice new neighbor like Aunt Zhang is not worth mentioning.

It was written at 7 o'clock in the evening, Yin Jun went out to eat a bowl of rice rolls, and then walked around, but found that the surrounding environment was not very good, and from time to time, he could see gangsters.

And in the evening, after people return home, trivial matters in the home often make them noisy. When returning from the roadside to the rented house, Yin Jun heard no less than five residents arguing.

Before he went home and opened the door, Yin Jun found that the kitchen light in the rental house was on.

When he went in and took a look, he saw a fat man with an inch of at least two hundred pounds sitting on the small dining table, slurping porridge, next to pineapple buns, rice rolls, and steamed dumplings. It was served in a plastic lunch box.

"you……"

Seeing that Yin Jun opened the door and came in, he didn't look like an intermediary. The fat man with a little clear eyebrows stopped his chopsticks and said doubtfully, "You are... Aunt Zhang's son? Why didn't Ayu come? No, ah, Today is not the day Ayu came here..."

Seeing that he had said so much, Yin Jun smiled and said: "Hello, my name is Yin Jun, I just checked in today, and I am the third tenant here... You are the eldest brother who works in the tea restaurant. Bar?"

"Oh ah?"

Fatty stood up, but was stunned: "Young man, you... won't you be deceived? You rent this house?"

"No, they made it clear to me. Aunt Zhang is selling car noodles. Big brother, you like to hang your voice." Yin Jun shrugged. No one to speak, no voice to do things.”

"Hey!"

Fatty looked at Yin Jun, and he laughed dumbly, "You really are a weirdo."

After a pause, he pointed to his side, "Have you eaten yet? Come and have a meal together."

"I've eaten it before, and it's Yongji Rice Noodles at the street corner." Yin Jun walked over and sat down, "But the taste is a little weaker, and East Guangdong cuisine is not good at all."

"Yes, Cantonese cuisine is not as refreshing as it is to eat, and it is not as good as our Huajing cuisine." Fatty laughed, sighed again, and then laughed again, "By the way, young man, why did you come out at such a young age? Where do you live? Where are your parents and family?"

"I'm an orphan. I just came from the mainland. I just got my ID card today, so I moved out of my relative's house." Yin Jun said calmly.

"Wow, you're from the Mainland too?" Fatty was surprised, pointed at himself, and said in sloppy Chinese, "I'm also from the Mainland, Huajing, and I've been in Xiangjiang for 5 years! We're fellow villagers!"

Okay.

As long as they come from the mainland, they are all fellow villagers.

But what he said was not bad. Yin Jun smiled and said, "I'm from northern Hunan! We are one family from all over the world!"

"Haha, that's right!" Fatty got excited and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Yin Jun, but seeing that his hands were greasy, he hurriedly wiped it on his body before reaching out again, using his smooth Beijing skin tone. Said: "My name is Wei Xiaofan, I'm 32 years old! How about you?"

"My name is Yin Jun, I am 16 years old." Yin Jun shook hands with him.

"It's not easy. You came out and lived by yourself at the age of 16, your relative..." Wei Xiaofan was a little familiar, and he frowned as he spoke.

"It's not a very close relative. It's interesting enough for someone to take me in and help me get an ID card." Yin Jun understood what he meant and explained: "Besides, it's not easy for everyone, I have my own hands. If you have feet, are you afraid of being hungry?"

"Yes! Open and bright! Atmospheric!"

Wei Xiaofan gave a thumbs up, "People from the mainland, no matter how old or young, are not cowards! You haven't found a job yet? It just so happened that a waiter at my place resigned two days ago, are you going? "

Yin Jun was slightly stunned, "What exactly do I do? I have never worked in a tea restaurant, so I don't know if I will be clumsy and can't do it well."

"Hey, what can't you do? It's just helping you order, serve tea and water, and clean up." Wei Xiaofan said, "Don't worry, the owner of this tea restaurant is my cousin, except for being stingy, he won't let you. What were you bullied by. And you watched TV at your relatives' house, didn't you, know those Hong Kong stars?"

Speaking of this, Wei Xiaofan blinked, "The tea restaurant is not far from a few TV stations, many celebrities you see on TV will come to eat at our tea restaurant, and there are many beautiful women, but you will feast your eyes! "

Yin Jun smiled unconsciously.

He had wanted to refuse.

Because he had already set a course for himself to go.

He can't write novels anymore. Without that writing style, some simple articles are fine, but it's impossible to repeat the novels he's read.

Novels are written expressions, which is different from movies and TV.

For example, let's talk about the 83 version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Ten years later, you can still recall the scene of brother Jing and sister Rong meeting in a restaurant for the first time, but you definitely can't recall the scene when Mr. Jin wrote How to outline.

This is also the charm of film and television, it can deepen people's memory, so that you can not forget it for a long time.

So Yin Jun wanted to cast the script.

Even the people of Xiangjiang don't pay much attention to the script, they pay more attention to the temporary play of the director and the producer, looking forward to the emergence of a flash of inspiration, rather than the extreme careful script.

Even when people from Hong Kong make movies, there are almost no screenplays. It's good to have lines for you. When you meet someone like the King of Sunglasses, you are not a super celebrity like Wei Zai, and you want to cry if you are confused.

But Yin Jun also believes that they will definitely like a good script, a script that can pull out the details one by one, write clearly and clearly, and express the state of film and television with the ability of words.

When the time comes, I will sell a few scripts at a lower price and become famous. Are you afraid that you will not be able to make the first pot of gold?

For the box office of tens of millions, 20 to 30 million, many movie bosses are still willing to spend 30,000 to 50,000 yuan or more to buy a good script.

The premise is that the screenwriter who wrote the script has a proven ability.

As far as the few cheap scripts in front of you are, it is necessary to make a name, and money is not very important.

In order to polish his script well, Yin Jun has no time to work, and with the money from Guan Shan and Guan Zhilin, he doesn't have to worry about life at all.

But as soon as he heard Wei Xiaofan mention that their tea restaurant is around Wutai Mountain on Broadcasting Road, where celebrities often haunt, Yin Jun's heart suddenly moved.

Celebrities will come to eat at the tea restaurant, so those producers, directors and so on will also come to eat there?

After getting acquainted with it, it should be much better to hand the script to them than to cast the script randomly, right?

Thoughts flashed by.

Yin Jun nodded: "If you can work part-time, then thank you Brother Wei."

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!" Wei Xiaofan stood up, "Come on, my cousin is in the store now, let's go together."

"Okay, trouble brother Wei!"

Yin Jun didn't expect him to be so resolute, but he wasn't a squeamish person, so he stood up after him.

Wei Xiaofan is fat, not short, at least 1.8 meters tall, so he looks a little fat, I am afraid that his weight will have to increase a little more, at least 200 pounds.

Wei Xiaofan was very satisfied with Yin Jun's straightforward attitude.

After going out, he took Yin Jun and walked straight towards the broadcasting channel.

Along the way, Wei Xiaofan also introduced to Yin Jun what those taller buildings are, including the TVB Building, Li's Building, Heungkong Radio Building, Heungkong Commercial Radio Building, Jiashi Building...

Wei Xiaofan really didn't lie. The two-story, 200-square-meter large tea restaurant he took Yin Jun into was called "Xingji Tea Restaurant". It's only 20 meters away, and the farthest radio channel, No. 30, Hong Kong Radio Station, is also 100 meters away.

"Brother Wei!"

"Fan Zai!"

There are still a lot of customers in the tea restaurant now, not only a few young waiters greeted him warmly, but a few who looked like middle-level staff of the TV station also smiled and nodded with him.

All the way to the counter in the middle, I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, reconciling accounts according to the computer.

"cousin!"

Wei Xiaofan coughed lightly.

The middle-aged man looked up, but it was a slender horse face, a little shriveled and old-fashioned.

"Why?" The middle-aged man lowered his head again and continued to do his own thing.

"I have a little brother here, aren't we hiring? Let him try it?" Wei Xiaofan said with a smile.

"How old is he? Is his identity okay?" The middle-aged man continued to bow his head.

"Hello, boss, I'm 16 years old, and I just got my ID card today." Yin Jun put his ID card on the counter.

Then he looked up at Yin Jun, and then at his ID card, "600 a month, one day off a week, 10 am to 8 pm, lunch and dinner are included, and I can come to work tomorrow."

"Don't, cousin. Isn't the normal price 1000? My little brother is very capable!" Wei Xiaofan coughed lightly.

"Do you think I'm here as a shelter? Anyone can come? Still need a high salary? Am I invited to be an uncle?" The middle-aged man said impatiently, "On this condition, you can come if you want."

Yin Jun was about to speak when Wei Xiaofan kicked Yin Jun with his foot and continued to smile: "Cousin, I saw two acquaintances at the entrance of the Clock Hotel in Marconi Road the night before yesterday, I don't know if I should talk to Biao. Let's chat and talk, look..."

The middle-aged man's expression changed immediately. After a long period of uncertainty, he said viciously: "Wei Xiaofan! Don't go too far! You bastard, I'm not good enough for you? If I hadn't seen my second aunt's face ,I……"

"Hehe, cousin, don't be angry." Wei Xiaofan said, not afraid of boiling water, "If it's difficult to increase the salary, it just so happens that my little brother is renting the house I live in today, you can give it to your employees. Can you get rid of the rent? Anyway, it's been half a year since you rented it out, so you should continue not to rent it out... Little sister-in-law, I really didn't see anything! "

The middle-aged man was so angry that he pointed at Wei Xiaofan's fat face, and after a few shudders, he lowered his voice and said, "Go away! Ask him to come to work tomorrow! If you are a little lazy, be careful that I will skin you!!"