I'm almost a Muggle

With many years of Auror combat experience, Lin Dong had already distanced himself from Brother Shunliu when reporters looked over.

Pretending not to know him at all.

He was a strange face, and no one paid attention to him at all.

In order to hold the wedding banquet, Meng Chao reserved the entire hall on the third floor of the hotel.

The direct elevators to the third floor were closed, and guests and related personnel could only enter the venue through the escalator at the entrance.

Lin Dong was stopped politely.

After showing the invitation, he, an unknown person, was let in.

After entering, I handed over the gift money first.

A sign was set up and a dedicated person was there to collect the accounts.

The red envelope Lin Dong received was a cash red envelope of 50,000 yuan, which was not an exaggeration at all.

You can sit down after paying your meal ticket.

The huge banquet hall has been decorated as a wedding should be.

In the middle is a newcomer's channel.

There are large tables on both sides, some of which are already occupied.

With a new face like his, it is actually very embarrassing in this situation. No one will pay attention to you, so you can only wander around by yourself, and finally find a table to compete with others.

However, this is not always the case.

"Fuyuko!"

Lin Dong turned around and saw his teacher Huang Sanshi standing behind him.

"Hello, teacher!"

"Why are you here? Who brought you here?"

Huang Sanshi was chatting with his friends when he suddenly saw someone who looked very familiar.

A bit like my closed disciple who has become a little abnormal since he got a high fever.

I didn't expect it was actually him.

About three hundred guests were invited to Meng Chao's wedding.

Excluding relatives and friends on both sides, not many people can get invitations.

Moreover, everyone is a respectable person, so they cannot participate in such a wedding and bring the whole family to eat and drink.

So, how did I, a student, sneak in?

"I have an invitation." Lin Dong was slightly proud.

Huang Sanshi glanced at it and saw that it was indeed a real invitation. The words "Lin Dong" were written on the Mr./Ms. handwriting, and "Meng Chao and his wife cordially invited" were written on the symmetrical side.

It's not just a matter of sneaking in.

The teacher and student found a place to sit down and chat about the current situation.

Lin Dong's classes have basically been completed.

There aren’t many courses in junior year.

I still have to take the final exam.

Huang Sanshi mainly wanted to know about Lin Dong's situation on the set of "A Man Got Married".

As they were talking, there was a small commotion at the door.

Someone actually showed up who wanted to sneak in.

Fortunately, this is already the second level, and the reporters are all on the outside, otherwise they would be ready-made news materials.

No one has come to the table where Lin Dong and Huang Sanshi are sitting and chatting.

It's not too far from the door, so you can watch the whole trip.

"I also brought a gift, 10,000 yuan. This is a red envelope." The man looked to be in his thirties or forties, and his hairline matched Xu Lang's.

Whenever he sees such a person, Lin Dong has the urge to wave his magic wand and cast a hair growth spell on him.

"Sorry, sir, due to limited space, only those with invitations can enter."

There is no arrogant or arrogant behavior from the staff.

In fact, when something like this happened, he was more frightened and helpless than anyone else.

If it is not handled well, it will bring trouble to the boss.

"Is that so..." The man didn't force his way in, but he was reluctant to retreat, looking extremely embarrassed and embarrassed.

He stood at the door and looked inside, as if he wanted to find an acquaintance or something.

I didn't expect to find it after looking at it this way.

He whispered a few words to the staff, and then a buddy walked over to Lin Dong and the others.

Of course it's impossible to find Lin Dong.

People know him as Huang Sanshi.

Many people across the country know Huang Sanshi, so the recognition here is not in the ordinary sense.

"Teacher Huang, he said that he used to work as a director at Capital Television. He has met you and talked with you. Do you still have any impressions?"

If you say you know someone else, they may not help you verify it.

It doesn't mean you can come in just because you know someone here.

But Huang Sanshi is different.

The table where Huang Sanshi stood up just now was filled with big names.

A real big shot.

You can't become famous just by showing off one or two dramas.

"Director...what's your name?"

Huang Sanshi frowned, he didn't like trouble.

But if it was someone he really knew, then he couldn't pretend not to see it.

"Wang Ying, the shadow of the movie."

"It seems a bit impressive, I'll go take a look."

After a while, Huang Sanshi brought the man over.

"Come on, follow me over there."

Huang Sanshi walked over here to call the students, and then Huang Sanshi returned to the table where he was originally sitting.

"Director Wang Ying plans to make a documentary introducing folk craftsmen. Can any God of Wealth lend a helping hand?"

Documentary?

No one is interested.

Nowadays, documentary production methods are basically customized by TV stations.

Similar to the form of doing tasks.

China Television also launched a documentary channel in January, specifically for broadcasting documentaries.

At this stage, we are working hard to create a series called "A Bite of Food".

The TV station pays for itself and has nothing to do with these production companies.

However, Huang Laosan spoke.

Documentaries don’t cost much.

Anyone would give this face.

Several people looked at each other and communicated with their eyes, wondering who would claim this favor.

"Teacher, how about I do it?"

Standing next to Huang Sanshi, Xiao Shuaibi actually spoke before he could be introduced.

"you?"

Huang Sanshi didn't know how to express his confusion.

The big guys then gave some of their attention to this young man.

It doesn't cost much to make a documentary.

However, this rough style, which does not ask about quality, returns, or even how much money it costs, gives people a sense of uncertainty as if a master is encountering random punches.

"What's the budget?" Lin Dong asked Wang Ying directly.

"The result is one hundred and eighty. I think if it is compressed, it will be one hundred."

Wang Ying doesn't care who gives the money.

As long as he can get the production fee to start his project.

"Although it's a documentary, it has to be about quality. It's already 180 years old, and if you still compress it, then who will show it to you?"

Lin Dong was very disappointed.

I thought I could be thankful for the opportunity that came to my door.

Only 1.8 million!

And why do you want to compress it?

"Uh... if that's okay, that would be really grateful."

Wang Ying is not stupid. If he has more money, he will naturally be able to take more pictures and make them more sophisticated.

"If we pay attention to quality, how much do we need?"

"Then... then two million."

Lin Dong was completely speechless.

You're really worthless. I've already given you such hints, but you only added 200,000.

The system has already warned him, so it's not good for him to continue hinting.

So when buying vegetables at the wet market, bargaining seems to end there.

"This is my business card. You can go to the capital to get money from me after the film festival."

Lin Dong (Crest Culture Media)

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