Text]325. A cheater's daily life—

325. A cheater's daily routine

"Let's go, go to the animation department to check it out." Yang Yi smiled and blocked Rogo's complaints that were about to spit out back into his stomach.

The fat man sneered unwillingly: "You still have the animation department? Are you embarrassed? If you don't take out the profits of the past two months, you can really put on the anime department. Now, let's post the benefits of the old men of Shangmeiying before talking about it."

The line of the movie that is familiar to the people in later generations - what is the most expensive in the 21st century? Talent Rogo has obviously never heard of it, but this does not hinder his smart vision. For the living fossil giant pandas in Meiying, Fat always thinks they are very important based on his intuition, but he can't tell what is the importance of it.

But with the support of this intuition, he still agreed to Yang Yi's plan, the nominal consultant title, the generous benefits paid on time every month, and a private land specially planned on Xizhi to be used for the cultivation and vacation of the elderly. Under this kind of "national sage", those treasures that can be called the live dictionary of the Chinese animation industry also showed the enthusiasm to overcome technical difficulties when they were young, and burst into an amazing entrepreneurial passion in the animation adaptation of "Yunhuang".

It may not be because of those treatments. These people retain the simplicity of the older generation and repay Qiong Yao with peaches. However, more considerations are still to contribute their last remaining energy to the development of the domestic animation industry.

So in this case, the so-called animation department does not need to be like an animation company in the usual sense, and must have a sound structure. Yang Yi himself is the main creator of the script, plus a scriptman who came from the American Film Animation Class, which is considered the core skeleton. For the rest of the work, those with high technical content will naturally have old men to do it. As for the last part of the trivial matters, it is also possible to find two painters to be able to do it.

During this period, Yang Yiyixin was focusing on adapting novels, so the progress of animation was really ignored.

Although Rogo had thousands of words, he was anxious after chasing Yang Yiwen, and the boy moved out of Jiang Jianmo's mountain - Luo Ge, you are still a serious junior of Uncle Jiang's family, and you are so unaware of it. If he knew about it, he would never let you go.

Or, "It's useless to tell me what you have to say now." In short, fat always has no choice but to blame himself for being careless in making friends.

However, before going to the animation department to inspect this time, Yu Pu's phone call reached Yang Yi.

"The old lady is back, it's your teacher's 72nd birthday again. Why don't you say hello to the old man?" Yang Yi was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized. This old lady is Ji Tangdan's wife. As a special visiting professor in the Department of Architecture of Huaqing University, even if she teaches a doctoral student, she will be accused by people in the circle of people for being useless. However, in some places, Yang Yi's "master's wife" needs to take action.

The maintenance and repair of the Forbidden City, even professors from the Architecture Department of Huaqing University would not dare to take on the work they could do with slight words. It is precisely because of this reason that the old lady would have to travel between the imperial capital and Yuezhou at the age of 70. If it weren't for Ji Tangdan's 72nd birthday, she might not have had this time.

"Ah? OK, OK, I understand, thank you Principal Yu, I'll go right away." Hang up the phone, and in Rogo's resentful eyes, Yang spread his hands and shrugged.

"I'm going to be busy again. Brother Luo, please take care of it these days. I'll show you a promotional case for animation and discuss it with the marketing department."

President Fat looked at Yang Yi seriously: "Do we have a marketing department?"

Yang Yi is not a business genius. He is serious about his talent. Now, he is relying on the creativity of later generations, whether it is marketing creativity, promotion and planning, and relying on the wisdom of countless workplace elites in later generations, which has scared many insiders. As a result, from Rogo, middle-level officials, etc., to ordinary editors and even small salesmen in the group, they are all singing the genius of big *oss.

But after putting aside these ideas, Yang Yi was just trying to catch things in other aspects. Not to mention the structure of the entire group, even a shopping mall veteran like Rogo was confused by the reborn man's hammer and stick arrangement.

The marketing department that Yang Yishu mentioned is the marketing department. Of course, he is also responsible for the marketing promotion of the Yangyi Cultural Animation Department m-n.

"If you don't have you, just form it. Didn't I tell you how to do it yourself?" Yang Yi widened his eyes and looked heartbroken: "Brother Luo, it's not that I'm talking about you. Sometimes you're too slapped. If you want to remind you about these problems, I'll remind you? Seeing that animations are about to be released and put on the market... Alas, quality, professional quality of a businessman."

Luo Ge looked at Yang Yi for a while, as if he had known him for the first time. Unfortunately, his just accusing gaze had no effect on Yang Yi. Mr. Luo, who had recognized the reality, could only silently push m-n in the end and make a very respectful way to send off Yang Yi.

Its attitude and service level are no less than the waiters at Michelin three-star restaurants.

...

On the antique street in Xiuhu Park, Yang Yi was also a little confused about whether the gifts in his hand were suitable. If it was the first time that the junior visited M-N, it would be OK to bring some gifts, but in terms of teacher-student relationship, his master's wife Zhai Yunfang should give him a meeting gift.

Alas, I don’t blame Ji Tangdan for his old-fashioned temper. If he went there late, he would probably be recorded in a small notebook again, so Yang Yi wrapped his things and rushed over.

After opening m-n, it is the old man's face that has not changed for thousands of years. Yang Yixin naturally has to complain in his heart. His wife is back, is it still so stingy to make people smile? If he can reach the level of Ji Tangdan in the future... Well, as long as there is no big accident, it will definitely be achieved. There is the old man's teachings outside and many award-winning novels accumulated in his previous life. Well, at that time, I will never say hello to others like this awkward old guy, saying hello to others every day is "Oh, look, I'll give you a smile."

Just as Ji Tangdan was thinking about his future, he suddenly hit the old man's back. When he came to his senses and looked up, he realized that he was twisting his neck and facing the s-s-bad thing: "What are you doing? You're absent-minded even if you walk."

After swallowing, Yang Yi did not dare to defend himself, so he deviated: "Hey, teacher, that, that..."

"That what?" Ji Tangdan knew what Yang Yi was asking, so he snorted: "It's not your Xizhi. You want to develop protection x-ng. The old woman couldn't sit still when she heard it, and it was already over."

The hatred made Yang blink. With his eagerness and knowledge, he could only pray that Ji Tangdan would not have too much resentment. But he was also wondering why the old lady had just arrived home and couldn't even take a breath, and she knew what happened to Xizhi?

"It's also an unstoppable Ranchio. When he heard about the news of building protection, he didn't even care about the food." The old man was still indignant, and his eyes looked at Yang Yi were full of hatred.

But Yang Yi seemed to have grasped a small point. Now that he wanted to pick himself out, he didn't care about Ji Tangdan's face: "Well, teacher, who leaked the news from Xizhi? He knew that the teacher's wife couldn't sit still when she heard the wind. Isn't this intentional bad thing?"

The old man immediately had a bulge of his eyes, which was clearly a sign of a fire, but he still didn't exhale this breath. After holding it in for a long time, he snorted: "Okay, why do you care about so much? The old woman won't come back at noon today. You'll write your novel here, and let's talk about other evenings."

Anyway, as long as Ji Tangdan didn't take his anger on him, it didn't matter where Yang Yi wrote, so he went into the study honestly.

"Bring it." Everything is good here in Ji Tangdan. Needless to say, the tea is also the sparrow tongue on the old trees under Xunqiu Peak. The only disadvantage is that every time I finish writing a page of the manuscript, Ji Tangdan will be eager to snatch it over and review it carefully. It is not like a teacher, but it is more like a fool in the mountains of books and texts.

Yang Yi knew that this was the real and exquisite article, which contained the shocking power of the soul. Although he could not write such words now, he might not have the ability in the future.

"If you change this paragraph, a gentleman will be in love and ritual. This is a common principle that scholars at that time. How could they completely forget it because their lives are threatened? Inappropriate, it is completely inappropriate, the traces of the axe are too heavy."

The reborn man endured his hard work, lowered his head and smoothed the black line on his forehead, and then grinned and smiled helplessly: "Teacher, don't be anxious. There are also many people who forget the principles of life. However, because of the habit of living, many people abide by the old rules. At least you can finish reading this chapter before making a conclusion."

Ji Tangdan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally he held it back.

But after a while, the old man took the manuscript in front of Yang Yi again: "Look at you, it seems to be very literary, but in fact it is nothing. You said you have read those articles by everyone, how did you read it? Let's listen."

Yang Yi felt that he was wrong, he was deeply wrong. He shouldn't have told Ji Tangdan about the renovation of Xizhi ancient buildings from the beginning. If he hadn't told the old man this news, the old man wouldn't have the chance to talk to his wife...

But no matter what, Yang Yi still gained something. It was not that he felt that he had received guidance from Ji Tangdan, but that he had experienced the Zen opportunity - the fruit of today must have the cause of yesterday.

Well, to be honest, Feng Shui will change and I will come to my house this year.

Ji Tangdan didn't say anything in the next time, but in fact, as for Yang Yi himself, since he had the idea of ​​sending the book to Paris to participate in the selection, he must of course strive for excellence. Even if the old man did not have many requirements, Yang Yi himself would not give up.

Lines of text are either fluent or not fluently born from Yang Yi's pen. Sometimes there is no trace of correction, but more, after repeated thinking, carefully examine the subtleties, and ponder over and over again, just like the young man who is skilled in writing under the same sky, deciding whether it is a monk who "knocks" m-n under the moon or a monk "pushs" m-n under the moon.

The words and sentences are not the focus of Yang Yi's concern, but they have already paid attention to this level. So the more important characters and plots he spends, he will have to make more effort.

Yang Yi was immersed in writing? Adaptation, and Ji Tangdan spent a lot of energy on reviewing. However, after all, it was mainly Yang Yi's rhythm. While waiting for the next article, the old man suddenly looked up and found that the hour hand had pointed behind 1 o'clock.

I was full of confidence and today I had to eat my long-lost craftsmanship, so Ji Tangdan gave the housekeeping holiday early in the morning. Unexpectedly, the plot was not controlled by him at all, and he ran to another direction strangely, so he could only go into the kitchen in disappointment.

Go to the water, open fire, and below are the only life skill in Ji Tangdan's life that can fill his stomach in more than 70 years. Smelling the same strange smell, the old man's depression became even more intense.

But no matter what, people have to eat. After serving a bowl of them for himself, he then glared at the shriveled and tasteless noodle soup for a long time before serving a second bowl.

"I've eaten, I'll write after I've eaten." Ji Tangdan greeted, stood in the study with his hands behind his back, and then helloed again. After three or four consecutive sounds, the child still didn't react at all. The old man stood there in the mouth of m-n with some annoyance. After a long time, the people in the room were still immersed in his own world, unaware of the situation around him.

After Ji Tangdan was angry, he felt relieved when he saw Yang Yi so devoted. He shook his head in a bad mood and returned to the dining room.

..., Yang Yi handed over the manuscript that had been revised for most of the time, and continued without raising his head.

At four o'clock, the old wall clock in the living room rang again. This time, someone who had been holding the waste for a long time in his body was like an animal who was eager to eat after hibernation. He rushed into the bathroom. If it were the usual, Ji Tangdan would inevitably scold him again, but looking at Yang Yi forgot about his selflessness for most of the day, Ji Tangdan's words came to his mouth and finally swallowed them back.

At five o'clock, Yang Yi stopped writing, drank a cup of cold tea in one go, and then continued to sit at his desk.

Six o'clock...

Seven o'clock...

Yang Yi was used to this state, and he was the same at home, but when Yang Min couldn't stand it, she would force him out of her house. At that time, no matter what Yang Yi's reason was, she could not continue to write. In the eyes of a mother, no matter how much she wrote, she would only have more money. Can it bring the health of her children?

So this afternoon, he wrote very happily. No one said he wanted to protect his eyesight, and no one said he had been lying in front of the table for so long.
Chapter completed!