There was no business for a while after that. I still opened a store every day, drinking, reading books, and spending my days leisurely.

That day Yin Xinyue came to me and said, "Brother Zhang, please help me."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I have a friend who is a screenwriter who has been complaining to me these two days, saying that he has entered a bottleneck period of writing and can't write a manuscript every day. Can you tell me if you can help him with your means?" Yin Xinyue said.

I frowned and put down the book, and said to Yin Xinyue solemnly: "It is best not to use the Yin things randomly. There is no matter of pie falling from the sky. You will also pay the corresponding price when you get some things! It is not a big deal to not write a manuscript. Let him go out for a trip, relax, and adjust his mood. Maybe he's fine."

Yin Xinyue sighed: "I told him everything, it's useless! You don't know how fierce the competition in this industry is. Every year, hundreds of writers are trying to join the screenwriter circle. There are a lot of second- and third-tier screenwriters. If you don't write, someone will write. This time you don't cooperate with a director, maybe you won't have the chance to cooperate again in the future."

"He said that it doesn't matter if you meet ghosts and things like that. As long as you can find creative inspiration, people have to say this, just help him with kindness, and only you can help him." Yin Xinyue begged.

Usually I always think that domestic dramas are rampant, and some scripts are as bad as shit. I think that if I am a person, I can be a screenwriter. It seems that no bowl of rice is delicious.

So I asked Yin Xinyue to tell the friend that I would help him find a silly object recently, but I might not be 100% sure.

"Okay, okay, I have its business card here, you can get to know it first."

After Yin Xinyue finished speaking, she took out a business card from her wallet and handed it to me, which read it as famous film and television screenwriter: Meng Dongye. I thought about it and asked, "Isn't he the screenwriter of the popular Qing Palace drama "The Legend of Zhen Huan" this year?"

"Yes, it's him!" Yin Xinyue narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Meng Dongye is not only an editor, but also a big Weibo V. He often appears on interview programs, talk shows, etc. It turns out that he collaborated with celebrities this time. I was a little excited to think about it.

Yin Xinyue told me that his new script will be handed over in the second half of the year, so I must hurry up.

So I posted a message in the circle that night, saying that I wanted to find a shady object that could provide inspiration, safety and insurance are the best, and the price is not a problem.

In less than a week, someone called me. Brother Wei, who had worked with me several times before. He is also a sinister businessman, but he doesn't collect it himself. He collects it from various channels. He often helps his colleagues to collect agency fees and other issues.

I used to have several dark objects, and they were all bought through him.

Brother Wei said that he had something on his hand, but it had not been heated for a few days. It definitely met my requirements and asked me to arrange a time to meet him. He specifically advised him not to go to the bank for cash transactions. He was recently targeted by a note.

I asked him how much it cost, and I was ready, and he answered boldly, "The price of friendship is not too much, right?"

I arranged a time for both parties to come here together, and let Yin Xinyue and Meng Dongye come together. We went to the place designated by Brother Wei, which was an unfinished building that almost no one went to. Brother Wei lived there like a homeless man and hired someone to deliver food and drink to him every day.

Meng Dongye is a big beard wearing round-frame glasses and a gentle beard. When he saw the unfinished building, he asked me a little worriedly: "Boss Zhang, is your friend reliable? Why don't I feel like a serious person?"

"You can rest assured that the person I recommend is a hundred times. He must have been wanted by the police and is here to avoid the limelight." I smiled bitterly.

As expected, as I expected, Brother Wei complained to me as soon as he met, saying that he purchased an antique a while ago and sold it twice the price. Who knew it was a national second-level cultural relic. I don’t know if someone leaked the news or deliberately cheated him. The police quickly set his sights on him. During this period, police officers were squatting at his doorstep every day and had to move to this place.

After saying this, Brother Wei greeted Yin Xinyue enthusiastically: "Oh, is this sister-in-law? She is so beautiful, like a big star."

Then he patted Meng Dongye on the shoulder: "Meng Da screenwriter, I have been thinking about it for a long time. I have watched all the anti-Japanese dramas you wrote. It's so exciting! What are you writing recently?"

"Qing Palace Drama." Meng Dongye replied. After all, he was a literati and could not adapt to a rough man like Brother Wei.

Brother Wei also realized this and said embarrassedly: "I am just a rough person and don't know etiquette. Don't be surprised. But I have always been the most trustworthy in business, so you can be absolutely at ease!"

"Okay, I believe in you." Meng Dongye smiled.

"Then let's sit down and talk about business!" Brother Wei brought a few plastic benches and sat down face to face. In the middle was the box for money brought by Meng Dongye. For the time being, Brother Wei put a long mahogany box on it, so let's take a look first.

When I opened the mahogany box, I saw a brush. The pen holder was made of bamboo and the surface was very bright. Of course, it was not the result of machine processing, but it was developed with my hands over the years. There were some strange patterns on it, but it was almost impossible to see clearly. There was an inconspicuous small hole at the top, and the wolf hair on the tip of the pen was one by one, which was very beautiful.

"Can this pen reinspire me?" Meng Dongye couldn't believe it.

"Of course, you will know when you hear its origin." Brother Wei took a cigarette and took a beautiful breath. I told him not to keep it in hiding. Then he said, "Boss Zhang, I know you have traveled around the world in the past two years and collected a lot of powerful things, but I can guarantee that you have confiscated something like me."

"What kind of?" I asked.

"It comes with its own idiom story!" said Brother Wei.

I almost fell down, and I thought why I was so angry that Yin Xinyue was also laughing secretly.

"Tell me, what's the story about this?" I held back my smile and said.

Brother Wei was silent for a while, and then said four words: "Jiang Lang has finished his talents!"

Meng Dongye suddenly stood up and said excitedly: "What do you mean is this writing a brilliant pen in the story of "Jiang Lang's Talents End"?"

"Yes, it's still the screenwriter Mengda is educated!" Brother Wei clapped his face: "I didn't expect it to be awesome and wonderful pen. Now I have two idiom stories. Is it so powerful?"

Of course I know the story of the wonderful writing.

It is said that during the Southern Dynasty, there was a famous writer named Jiang Yan. Because of his political mistakes, he was exiled to Pucheng as a small county magistrate. He was depressed all day long and did not want to eat or eat.

One day he went for a walk outside the city. When he was tired of walking, he fell asleep on a hill. As a result, an old god with clouds appeared in his dream. The old god gave him a colorful magic pen, saying that Jiang Yan saved his life in his previous life, and this pen was considered a reward.

Since then, Jiang Yan suddenly felt like a spring of thoughts and wrote many poems that have been passed down through the ages.

Jiang Yan relied on his beautiful writing and knowledge, and his official career gradually improved and he became a Shangshu. Until he was middle-aged, one night he dreamed of the old god again, saying that the five-color pen that year had been so successful that he could return it to me today...

So Jiang Yan took out the colorful magic pen from his arms and respectfully returned it to the old god. Since then, he has never written a good article.

This is how the idiom Jiang Lang is so talented.

But I can't help but wonder, the legendary magic pen was a colorful magic pen, but why did it become a broken pen head made of bamboo when it came to me?
Chapter completed!