Chapter 235 Early Morning in Qiongkou (Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

When Yin Jun woke up, he walked out the door of the room, and what he saw was a happy scene.

I saw a crew member from Xiangjiang, smoking and chatting with a staff member from the mainland, by the fence.

The two speak Mandarin, but Xiangjiang's crew members speak Mandarin very poorly, so they need to be very careful to tell the difference.

But being able to take the initiative to speak Mandarin with Qiongdao people is a gesture of progress.

It's easy to tell them apart just by looking at their clothes.

The honest gray work clothes are mainland staff, and those wearing jeans and shirt jackets are naturally Xiangjiang people.

"Uh...Young Master Jun!?"

Seeing Yin Jun push the door out, Xiangjiang's staff was taken aback, and said in surprise, "How did you come here?"

"Can't I come and see you?" Yin Jun smiled slightly, and also smiled at the Qiongkou City government staff who looked at him in surprise, "Is living here more comfortable than Xiangjiang? "

"That's much more comfortable. If I retire, I really want to live here." The crew said with a smile.

"Then come on, work hard for seven or eight years, and when the mainland is more open, you can buy a house here." Yin Jun nodded, "Living here with Xiangjiang's salary is very good .”

"Yes, yes." The crew nodded repeatedly.

"Where should Brother Sheng and my sister be now?" Yin Jun looked at the time and asked.

"Oh, they are over there..." The crew pointed to a spacious courtyard opposite, "There is a place for breakfast. Brother Sheng and Sister Le usually discuss the day's affairs here. At this point, I'm afraid they haven't passed yet. If you go there now, you can just have breakfast first. The breakfast here is not as exquisite as Xiangjiang's, but it is also very good."

"Okay, thanks."

Yin Jun smiled at the two of them again, turned around and walked downstairs.

"Young Master Jun, go slowly!" The crew waved their hands.

After Yin Jun went down, the mainland staff here whispered: "Brother Zeng, who is this young man? I think you respect him very much, I have never seen him before!"

"Hehe, Xiao Jiang, of course you haven't seen him." Brother Zeng regained a slight sense of superiority, "How can ordinary people see Jun Shao often? I also often follow Brother Sheng because of my seniority, so I just met him. You are going to change to a new crew member, can he know Junshao?"

Xiao Jiang is also a smart person to be sent here to assist the crew in handling affairs. He quickly complimented: "That's right, I often see producer Xiao talking to Brother Zeng. Others really can't do it."

"Hehe, that's it." After being flattered and wanting to show off, Brother Zeng said with a smile, "Speaking of Jun Shao, he is a legend! He is almost the idol of all of us in the TV drama and film industry !"

"Is such a young person an idol? A legend?" Xiao Jiang was stunned, thinking that he had completely misheard his crappy Mandarin.

"Hey, how old do you think Jun Shao is?" Brother Zeng was not angry and asked him instead.

"Should be only seventeen or eighteen years old?"

"Yes, he just passed his 17th birthday, and he is from the mainland, so he swam to Xiangjiang on the day of his 16th birthday."

"Ah!? Then...then why...is he an idol and a legend now?" Xiao Jiang didn't understand anymore.

"He is a genius! He is different from ordinary people like us." Brother Zeng said, "For example, do you see that our crew is very powerful? The cast is extremely strong, but the script was written by Mr. Jun! Only the script written by him can be played. There is such a treatment! And our company bought the script from him after spending millions of dollars, plus our good relationship with him!"

"What!?"

Xiao Jiang shook his head again and again, "Impossible, impossible! What kind of script can sell 1 million? Just write a TV series, how many words can it have? 1 million Hong Kong dollars...how much RMB is it?"

In his cognition, the people around him don't even have a family property of 10,000 yuan, let alone 1 million yuan!

Brother Zeng said that the boy who looked like a middle school student actually wrote a script for 1 million. Is this possible? Isn't this extortion?

"Do you think 1 million is too much?" Brother Zeng looked naive, "Xiao Jiang, Jun Shao's best script before made a full profit of nearly 6 million Hong Kong dollars! 6 million!!"

Xiao Jiang's eyes almost popped out when he heard that.

He thought it was unbelievable to have 1 million, and now it is 6 million, isn't this a joke?

Seeing his stunned look, Brother Zeng was very satisfied. Next, he didn't want to keep his eyes open, so he took Yin Jun's deeds that everyone knew, and told Xiao Jiang carefully...

...

"Young Master Jun!"

"Young Master!"

On the way, many of Xiao Sheng's old team members recognized Yin Jun, and hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically.

The current Yin Jun is no longer the young man who used to stay behind Xiao Sheng, earnestly study shooting skills, and solve Xiao Sheng's problems.

He is already the spiritual pillar of the entire Jiashi, and the life-saving straw of Jiashi.

Look at Li's TV station without Yin Jun, how miserable is that?

But everyone knows that without Yin Jun's script, Jiashi must be more miserable than Li's!

Such a young man who can be said to be their ultimate pillar, although a little younger, is enough to be respected.

In Xiangjiang, only successful people are respected, regardless of age.

While greeting them, Yin Jun walked into the spacious restaurant.

In fact, before entering, Yin Jun smelled a burst of fragrance.

There are aromas of rice noodles, beef, and braised duck. The aromas of all kinds of food are overwhelming.

When I walked in and took a look, I saw that although the inside was a little crude, that is, some wooden stools and wooden tables were placed together, and the colors were obviously different, but there were large pots on each large table, Or a big Shau Kei, filled with various things.

A group of young waitresses in their twenties were busy bringing food to the film crew who came to pick up the food.

Coincidentally, when Yin Jun turned his eyes to look, he saw a crew member with a cigarette in his mouth not far away, who took the plate and bowl absent-mindedly, and the ashes fell into a bowl of porridge.

The sockets of the waitress who scooped up the porridge for him turned red all of a sudden, and quickly fished out the soot, and said by the way, "Comrade, please be careful."

The crew members with cigarettes in their mouths were taken aback for a moment, then looked at her scooping up the ash in the spoon and some rice porridge into a small bowl, and then scooped out the ash carefully, and shrugged unconsciously: "Don't make a fuss Yes, if you think it's a waste, you can eat it, I don't mind!"

"you……"

The waitress was so angry that she wanted to cry. During this time, she had the best life. She could eat these good things every day, including this rice porridge with meat, preserved eggs, and seafood.

Although she knew she shouldn't be angry, seeing him so sloppy and not caring about food made her feel bitter.

Seeing that she was about to cry, the film crew burst out laughing, causing everyone around to turn their eyes.

A camera assistant who was familiar with him wanted to laugh at first, but suddenly his eyes became fixed, and his expression changed drastically. He quickly pulled his sleeve, "Old Zhao! Don't laugh!"

"What? It's rare to meet such a funny mainland girl, why wouldn't I be afraid...uh!"

Before Lao Zhao finished speaking, he saw Yin Jun walking over, and he saw Yin Jun with a cold face.

"Jun...Young Master Jun..." Old Zhao was an old fritter, and he knew something was wrong when he saw Yin Jun's face, and the cigarette in his mouth was so frightened that he dropped it.

"Since you like to make people eat cigarette ash so much, why don't you show me?" Yin Jun came up to him, frowned and said, "How many times have I told you that I came here to film a movie, not to be an uncle, how do you do it?" Are you trying to embarrass Xiangjiang if someone reminds you kindly and you still want to speak ill of each other?"

"I, I, I'm sorry!" Lao Zhao thought of the unlucky guy who bullied the mainlanders and was driven back by Le Yiling. He heard that he didn't even have a job, and he was afraid that he would do the same.

Offending Yin Jun is definitely worse than offending Le Yiling!

Sweat dripped out all of a sudden, and he quickly put his bowl and plate on the empty table next to him, then without saying a word, he picked up the small bowl of rice porridge that had been sprinkled with soot just now, and drank it in two or three mouthfuls. into the stomach.

Because the rice porridge was a little hot and he drank it in a hurry, Old Zhao almost choked.

But he didn't dare to drink water, he could only stand there holding back, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing the timid look of the arrogant old Zhao, the young waitresses who were scooping up rice and steamed buns were also stunned, and they didn't understand what was going on for a while.

Especially the waitress who reminded Old Zhao had tears in her eyes.

She was afraid that Yin Jun would come over and scold her the next moment. If so, such a good job would be gone.

"Sister, are you okay?" Yin Jun turned his head, but it turned into a smile. He thought the little girl was afraid of Lao Zhao, so he comforted her and said, "Don't worry, if someone does this again next time, you If you scold him directly, whoever dares to talk back, remember to tell me, and I will teach them a lesson for you."

What Yin Jun spoke was Mandarin Chinese, and the waitress understood it right away.

Moreover, Yin Jun's attitude is very gentle. If you look carefully, Yin Jun is so young, she is a little relaxed, she stopped crying, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Thank you..."

"You're welcome." Yin Jun smiled and said: "Everyone is serious about their work, serving others, there is nothing inferior to others! Xiangjiang people are also the same guests, nothing special... Come, please give me a bowl of porridge and two Make a vegetarian bun!"

"OK!"

The voice of the waitress suddenly became lighter, just like her mood at this time.

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