I'm almost a Muggle

Du Qixi left.

I didn't stay to eat or sleep in their dormitory.

He took away a painting of a little monk, but he didn't take the one of a monkey.

Too ugly.

They also took away Xiao Peng and his producer Huang Xiaoyong.

Lin Dong wants to see them tomorrow.

On the way, Du Qixi also chatted with them.

"The one who can really make the decision is Mr. Lin. I'm not sure why he's looking for you, but there's a high probability that he wants to invest in your project."

"Thank you, Director Du!"

Xiao Peng held Du Qixi's hand and was extremely excited.

When you talk to someone, leave three points aside. Since Director Du said that there is a high probability of yes, then it is basically inseparable.

"What kind of person is Mr. Lin, Director Du, can you tell me a little more conveniently?"

Huang Xiaoyong, the executive producer of this project, asked from the sidelines.

He hoped to get to know Mr. Lin in advance so that he could have a higher probability of winning Mr. Lin's support during the meeting tomorrow.

"He, he prefers people who have dreams, are generous, like to eat, and don't like others to lie to him or cheat him..."

"Do we think we have dreams?" Huang Xiaoyong is not sure either.

"Forget it, it counts. If you don't count it, who the hell would you have the nerve to talk about your dreams?"

Du Qixi was even moved.

If he hadn't been moved, he would have gone back by himself.

You can go there by yourself tomorrow according to the address and go as you like.

He has never seen anyone, the poor, the disabled, and the ones who won't live long.

But birth, old age, sickness and death, and the gap between rich and poor, there is nothing to ignore.

It's just that he can be like Xiao Peng and his gang.

A group of people stayed in three small bungalows, one was a studio and two were dormitories. The kitchen was a wooden shed at the door.

Simply unique.

The key is that this group of people has been persisting for several years.

It is said that director Xiao Peng has even asked his wife, parents and even his parents-in-law to borrow money.

What does this mean?

There is no money at home, and he has borrowed everything he can. He can only ask his wife, parents, and parents-in-law to borrow money from outside.

It's just crazy.

"I hope Brother Qixi can help us say a few more good words."

Huang Xiaoyong smiled with a flattering look on his face.

It's not that he is mean.

It's not that he is inferior.

But he had no choice.

If no one helps them, they will really be desperate.

Xiao Peng has become more and more depressed in the past few months, saying that he doesn't want to delay these children anymore and wants to let them pursue the life they should pursue.

He was on the verge of giving up.

"No, I'm born in the 1990s, I can't afford to call you brother."

Du Qixi hated it to death.

When I get back, I change my business card and print a few words under my name.

Du Qixi, born in 1990.

"Ahem, Teacher Du."

"Just call me Qixi. Don't worry, I will help you."

When we arrived at the company, it was already past eleven o'clock and almost twelve o'clock.

Du Qixi took them to the hotel.

They were surprised that the address of Crest Culture Media Company was here.

What was even more surprising was that Du Qixi actually took them to stay in a five-star hotel.

One night can cover half a year's rent.

They repeatedly declined, saying that they could just sleep in the car, and they could make do with one night anyway.

Seeing that no matter what they said, they didn't agree to stay in the hotel.

Du Qixi had no choice but to take them back to the apartment rented by the company.

One bedroom and one living room, with a total area of ​​115 square meters.

Let the two of them sleep in the living room and get it done.

Alas, this is nothing.

Even if he couldn't find the monkey in life, he actually brought two men home.

The next day, when Du Qixi went to work, he took these two people with him.

Each of them has a pair of panda eyes.

It was probably not because the sofa in Du Qixi's residence was uncomfortable, but because he was so nervous and excited that he couldn't sleep at all.

Lin Dong was holding a large bag of steamed buns in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other.

Eat while walking.

The security guard downstairs was not surprised and showed the greatest tolerance to this little star who often frequented this place.

Every time I see him, I have to sigh that this product is so delicious.

"Shuo, make me a glass of watermelon milk. I drank all the soy milk and almost choked to death."

Lin Dong entered the company and continued eating while letting the bartender do his work.

I'm a fucking bartender.

Even if you ask me to adjust the snowflakes, I can bear it.

You want me to make juice?

If Mr. Lin likes it, let’s adjust it.

"Mr. Lin, the milk and watermelon juice has just been prepared. The watermelon is freshly flown in from Shanghai. The watermelon vines are still fresh enough to squeeze out the water. Milk..."

"Thanks, it tastes pretty good, keep up the good work."

Lin Dong took it over and took a big sip. It was cold and refreshing, and he immediately felt energetic.

"Mr. Lin, Brother Qixi and two people are chatting in Gryffindor. They said you can come over after you come." Wang Shuo lowered his shoulders and left sadly.

Today is another day without bartending.

Brother Qixi has something serious to do and doesn’t drink anymore.

The third fat brother was busy looking for some jokester, making complaints about the king, and stayed away from the company all day long.

Alas, it seems I still have to work part-time in a bar.

As a bartender, the meaning of life cannot be spent decadently squeezing juice.

Lin Dong finished eating the buns, drank the juice, then washed up and went to Gryffindor.

"Have these two had breakfast?"

"After eating, I brought them food. This is Mr. Lin, the person in charge of your project. This is director Xiao Peng, and this is producer Huang Xiaoyong. I went directly to their place yesterday to pick them up...

…”

Du Qixi told him what he saw when he got there.

Anyone with a discerning eye can hear his tendency from his words. He admires and sympathizes with this team very much. He hopes that Lin Dong will vote more for the sake of his old face.

Lin Dong ignored him.

If I don't agree with you, I'll ask you to find them for something.

"Is this kid the protagonist?" Lin Dong asked, holding the painting Du Qixi showed him.

"Yes." Xiao Peng nodded.

"You are over there in Fangshan, where is your home?"

"My home is in Tongzhou. The environment in Fangshan is good and the rent is cheap."

"It's quite far. Do you go home every day?"

"How can I? I take the bus back every week to see my wife and children. I spend most of my time in the studio."

"Does your family support you in doing this?"

"Well, I supported it in the past, and later I hope I can come back and teach at the university or do other jobs. Some animators who left my job either went to other companies or set up their own studios, and they all did quite well."

"It seems you are all quite passionate."

"Passion?" Xiao Peng didn't know what Lin Dong wanted to say or what his attitude was, so he could only say truthfully: "Actually, after a few years, the few people left are not the most passionate among the original group.

The most creative ones, but they are the ones who stayed.”

"I don't quite understand. I thought you were all doing animation based on passion and persistence in your dreams."

"Movies are more about the process of realization than the process of releasing passion. The passion may end in a few months, but if you really want to do something, you must suppress all your excitement and impatience and think about how to complete it.

.”

Lin Dong just chatted with them for a few words.

Then he suddenly asked: "Your protagonist is a child. I heard that the main reason why domestic animation has been suppressed by imported animation is because our animation is too young. What do you think?"

Young?

Xiao Peng and Huang Xiaoyong suddenly panicked.