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 spur-of-the-moment idea. He didn't have much exposure to mystery novels before time travel. Most of them were through film and television works, many of which were Ni Hong's works.

If you put it on Lao Mi, I'm afraid it won't adapt to the local environment.

"I don't have any inspiration at the moment." Lin Weimin suggested.

Mark Meng's expression was a little regretful, "That's such a pity!"

Lin Weimin didn't feel any pity or pity. The biggest bonus that the accidental appearance of "Knives Out" gave him was just more royalties, but it helped him almost zero on the road of creation.

If there is a chance in the future, he wouldn't mind making some money, but for now he might as well forget it if he doesn't have suitable content.

As for the scenario of publishing the work in the United States and shocking the whole country, Lin Weimin never thought about it.

Literature cannot escape the soil of nation and culture. Unless you reach the level of a literary giant, you should not have any wishful thinking.

After declining Mark Meng's kindness, Lin Weimin said goodbye to everyone.

Xiaohei Yoko asked Mark Meng: "Lin Jun, doesn't he want to write mystery novels anymore?"

Mark Meng shook his head, "Who knows? I think he has great potential in this area."

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I'm not lying to you. This guy is very smart. He asked you to invite me. As long as I agree, then you, the leading actor, can act however you want?"

"What about the conditions?"

If something went wrong, there must be a monster, so Lin Weimin kept an eye on it.

Before he traveled through time, he was a film and television enthusiast, and he was very familiar with various film and television works and behind-the-scenes stories.

Han Zhuangzhuang looked embarrassed, "Uncle, look, who do you think my nephew is?"

"Tian Zhuangzhuang came to me and said he wanted me to play their 1978 graduation film and give me the leading role."

Just mention any name, and it will be a well-known figure in future generations.

Um?

When did this kid have such subjective initiative? He actually knew how to take the initiative to cook when he came?

"Really? I knew that, uncle, you must support me, my nephew."

Lin Weimin thought for a moment and decided that he still had to help.

"Hey, that's right. Uncle, just help me!"

It is said that children of poor people become rich early. Han Zhuangzhuang is not a child from a poor family, but his life has not been good for various reasons in recent years, but his cooking skills are decent.

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated and said, "Uncle, it's just... me being the male protagonist has something to do with you."

"What should I do? It's so disrespectful to Mr. Lin!"

Xiao Hei Yoko shook his head, "You don't understand, Mr. Lin's majesty cannot be violated."

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hand, "Fat boy, don't coax my uncle. My uncle is happy, but what do you mean by this support?"

Lin Weimin hesitated for a moment, unwilling to hurt the child's heart, "Just say it."

It's almost June, the sky is very long, and there is still light at this time.

"Small Courtyard", the joint graduation work of Yanying's Class of 78 students, brings together the most elite talents of Yanying.

"It's okay, uncle, you eat." Han Zhuangzhuang pushed the plate towards Lin Weimin.

"So happy!" Lin Weimin had an unknown premonition in his heart.

Lin Weimin, a Chinese, was gone, and surrounded by foreigners, Xiao Heiyang's self-confidence was very inflated, "What's wrong with the idioms I used?"

"It's better to be free, right?" Lin Weimin hummed.

Lin Weimin used chopsticks to pull apart the plate, "If you don't explain clearly, my uncle will not feel at ease eating this meal!"

Han Zhuangzhuang glanced at Lin Weimin guiltily, "Uncle, Tian Zhuangzhuang said that he wants to adapt your "The Death of Yura". It would be best if you could help complete the script."

The tall Han Zhuangzhuang ran out of the kitchen in the east wing, holding a frying spoon in his hand, "Uncle, are you back? Wait a minute, we can eat soon."

Nonsense, Lin Weimin cursed in his heart, which good director could use someone like you as the leading actor!

Lin Weimin's uneasiness became even stronger.

Han Zhuangzhuang had never watched "The Death of Yura" at all. He did not expect such a situation and said angrily: "This Tian Zhuangzhuang, he lied to me!"

Mark Meng spread his hands, "What does this have to do with anything? Lin didn't hear it, so it's not an offense."

Han Zhuangzhuang laughed and said, "Uncle, would you be happy if my nephew played the leading role?"

If my eldest nephew can get acquainted with this group of people, there will only be advantages and no disadvantages.

After saying goodbye to a few foreigners, it was already past six o'clock in the evening when Lin Weimin returned to Shichahai Courtyard.

Lin Weimin walked to the door of the courtyard and found that the door was open. He immediately realized that it was Han Zhuangzhuang who had arrived.

Lin Weimin looked at him and said helplessly: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? There are only three male characters in "The Death of Yura", and the one with the most roles is the villain director, who is all in his fifties.

You are here, have you acted?"

Yin Geli kindly reminded: "Yangzi, 'lasting fragrance through the ages' seems to describe the dead."

Han Zhuangzhuang did not dare to speak. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that his uncle was unhappy.

"I think it would be great for Mr. Lin to write a novel with a theme like "Farewell My Concubine". He will be famous throughout the ages. You should not urge him to write mystery novels. I think Mr. Lin's decision is a wise one."

Lin Weimin didn't touch the rice he served, and didn't even pick up the chopsticks. "Fat boy, is something wrong?"

"Ah!" Black Yoko let out a short cry, her expression no longer calm and calm, as if she had made an unforgivable mistake.

It's not that Lin Weimin looks down on his nephew, it's just that his appearance and body shape limit his acting capabilities too much. It's unrealistic to play the leading actor before he graduates.

Director Tian Zhuangzhuang, screenwriters Xie Xiaojing, Cui Xiaoqin, actors Cai Jianxin, Sun Haihong, Zhu Lin, Zhang Jianya, photographers Hou Yong, Zhang Huijun, Zhang Yimou, Lu Le...

"I'll give you a hammer!" Lin Weimin cursed, "You're really here to collect debts!"

Mark Meng patted his forehead and said, "Yoko, have you forgotten what Lin told you before? Don't use idioms indiscriminately, or something will happen."

Han Zhuangzhuang's face was full of grievance, which was in sharp contrast with his majestic figure. "If you don't help, you won't help. Why are you scolding me?"

"Zhuang Zhuang!" Lin Weimin shouted.

Han Zhuangzhuang looked surprised, "Uncle, how do you know there are still conditions?"

"No, I have caused such great harm to Mr. Lin, so I should find a way to make up for him."

After several people walked away, only Xiao Heiyoko was still struggling there.

Regardless of the great reputation of Lao Mouzi and the poetry-reciting master in later generations, when it comes to the soul of the fifth generation of directors, the name Tian Zhuangzhuang cannot be avoided.

Mark Meng and Yin Geli looked at each other and decided not to get entangled with Xiao Hei Yoko anymore.

Besides, if I become a screenwriter, wouldn't it be natural for me to get in touch with the female lead Zhu Lin?

Thinking of this, Lin Weimin sighed and rubbed Han Zhuangzhuang's head.

"Fat boy, uncle, this is all for you!"

Han Zhuangzhuang's face was full of emotion, "Uncle, don't worry, you are so good to me, I will definitely take care of you until you die!"

"roll!"
Chapter completed!