Chapter 128 Your nephew will take care of you until the end of your life
Lin Weimin was a little surprised. The appearance of "Knives Out" was purely a sudden idea of his. Before he traveled through time, he had not read many mystery novels. Most of them were through film and television works, many of which were works from Nihong. If it was put on Lao Mi's side, he might not be able to adapt to the local environment.
"I don't have any inspiration for the time being." Lin Weimin said.
Mark Meng's expression was a little regretful, "That's such a pity!"
Lin Weimin didn't feel any regret or not. The biggest bonus that the accidental appearance of "Knives Out" brought him was just some more royalties, but it was almost of no help to him on the road of creation.
If there is a chance in the future, he wouldn't mind making some money, but for now, he'd better forget it since there is no suitable content.
As for the scenario of publishing the work in the United States and shocking the whole country, Lin Weimin had never thought about it.
Literature is something that cannot escape the soil of nationality and culture. Unless you reach the level of a literary giant, you'd better not have such wishful thinking.
Lin Weimin declined Mark Meng's kindness and said goodbye to everyone.
Xiao Hei Yangzi asked Mark Meng: "Does Lin Jun not want to write mystery novels anymore?"
Mark Meng shook his head. "Who knows? I think he has great potential in this area."
"I think it would be great for Lin Jun to write a novel of the genre Farewell My Concubine. He will be remembered for generations to come. You shouldn't push him to write a mystery novel. I think Lin Jun's decision is wise."
Mark Meng patted his forehead, "Yangzi, have you forgotten what Lin told you before? Don't use idioms carelessly, or something bad will happen."
Lin Weimin, the Chinese, left, and the foreigners around him made little Hei Yangzi's self-confidence swell. "What's wrong with the idiom I used?"
Yin Geli kindly reminded: "Yangzi, 'Liufang Qiangu' seems to be used to describe the dead."
"Ah!" Xiao Hei Yoko let out a short cry, and her expression was no longer calm, as if she had committed an unforgivable mistake.
"What should we do? This is so disrespectful to Mr. Lin!"
Mark Meng spread his hands, "What does it matter? Lin didn't hear it, so it's not an offense."
Xiao Heiyangzi shook his head, "You don't understand, Lin Jun's dignity cannot be violated."
Mark Meng, Yin Geli and others looked at each other and decided not to get entangled with Xiao Heiyangzi anymore.
After a few people left, only Xiao Hei Yoko was still there struggling.
"No, we have caused such great harm to Lin Jun, we should think of a way to make it up to him."
After saying goodbye to a few foreigners, it was already past six in the evening when Lin Weimin returned to his courtyard in Shichahai.
It’s almost June, the days are long and it’s still light at this time.
Lin Weimin walked to the gate of the courtyard and found that it was open. He immediately realized that it must be Han Zhuangzhuang who came.
"Zhuangzhuang!" Lin Weimin shouted.
Han Zhuangzhuang, a tall and strong man, ran out from the kitchen in the east wing, holding a frying pan in his hand, "Uncle, you're back? Wait a minute, we can eat soon."
Um?
When did this kid have the initiative to cook for himself when he came here?
When something is out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong, so Lin Weimin was on guard.
It is said that children from poor families grow up early. Han Zhuangzhuang is not a child from a poor family, but he has not had a good life in recent years for various reasons. His cooking skills are quite good, however.
Lin Weimin didn't touch the rice he had served, and didn't even pick up his chopsticks. "Fatty, is there something wrong?"
"It's okay, uncle, just eat." Han Zhuangzhuang pushed the plate of food towards Lin Weimin.
Lin Weimin used chopsticks to push the dish apart. "If you don't explain clearly, my uncle won't be able to eat this meal with peace of mind!"
Han Zhuangzhuang looked embarrassed, "Uncle, look at you, what kind of person do you think of your nephew?"
Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, not wanting to hurt the child's feelings, "Just tell me."
Han Zhuangzhuang chuckled, "Uncle, would you be happy if your nephew played the leading role?"
"Happy!" Lin Weimin had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Really? I knew you would support me, your nephew."
Lin Weimin quickly waved his hands, "Fatty, don't try to flatter your uncle. Your uncle may be happy, but how do you define this support?"
Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment, "Uncle, it's just... I think this male lead has something to do with you."
Lin Weimin felt even more uneasy.
"Tian Zhuangzhuang approached me and said he wanted me to play the lead male role in their graduation project for the Class of 1978."
"What are the conditions?"
Han Zhuangzhuang looked surprised, "Uncle, how do you know there are other conditions?"
Nonsense, Lin Weimin cursed in his heart, which good director would use someone like you as the leading actor!
Lin Weimin didn't look down on his nephew, it was just that his appearance and body shape restricted his acting range too much. It was too unrealistic for him to play the leading actor before he even graduated.
Han Zhuangzhuang glanced at Lin Weimin guiltily, "Uncle, Tian Zhuangzhuang said he wanted to adapt your "The Death of Euler", and it would be best if you could help him finish the script."
"It'd be better if it's free, right?" Lin Weimin snorted.
Han Zhuangzhuang didn't dare to say anything. No matter how stupid he was, he could tell that his uncle was in a bad mood.
Lin Weimin looked at him and said helplessly, "Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? There are only three male characters in "The Death of Yura". The one with the most scenes is the villain director. He is already in his fifties. Can you play the role?"
Han Zhuangzhuang had never seen "The Death of Yura" and didn't expect this to happen. He said angrily, "This Tian Zhuangzhuang lied to me!"
Lin Weimin shook his head, "It's not like I'm lying to you. This guy is very smart. He asked you to invite me. As long as I agree, you can act however you want as the male lead."
"Well, that makes sense. Uncle, please give me a hand!"
"Fuck you!" Lin Weimin cursed, "You are really a debt collector!"
Han Zhuangzhuang's face was full of grievance, which was in sharp contrast to his sturdy figure. "If you don't want to help, then don't help. Why are you scolding me?"
Lin Weimin thought for a moment and decided to help.
Before he traveled through time, he was a movie and TV enthusiast, and knew all kinds of movie and TV works and the stories behind them.
Although Zhang Yimou and other later generations have great reputations, when we really talk about the soul figures among the fifth generation of directors, we cannot avoid the name Tian Zhuangzhuang.
The graduation joint work "Small Courtyard" by the 1978 class of Yanying students brought together the best talents of Yanying.
Director Tian Zhuangzhuang, screenwriters Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin, actors Cai Jianxin, Sun Haihong, Zhu Lin, Zhang Jianya, photographers Hou Yong, Zhang Huijun, Zhang Yimou, Lu Le...
Any name mentioned at random is a famous figure in later generations.
If my eldest nephew can get acquainted with this group of people, there will only be benefits and no harm.
Besides, if I became a screenwriter, wouldn’t it be natural for me to come into contact with the female lead, Zhu Lin?
Thinking of this, Lin Weimin sighed and stroked Han Zhuangzhuang's head.
"Fatty, uncle does this all for you!"
Han Zhuangzhuang's face was filled with emotion, "Uncle, don't worry, you are so good to me, I will definitely take care of you until the end of your life!"
"roll!"
(End of this chapter)
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