I'm almost a Muggle

Lin Dong carried a small schoolbag on his back the next day and happily went to Wang Yingjun to correct his thesis.

Wang Yingjun's settlement in the capital was not a mansion.

It's a small bungalow around the Fifth Ring Road, and the better thing is that it comes with a small yard.

He was sitting on the horse in the yard.

Put your hands in your sleeves and stare straight ahead.

Like an old farmer looking at the crop field affectionately.

The sun shone on his body, making the oil on his sleeves shine black and shiny.

He doesn't look like a director at all.

Button!

Lin Dong patted the small iron door that was not closed with his hand.

The small iron door was a single door, painted green and stained with rust. Lin Dong patted it twice, and a lot of rust foam was stained on his hands.

"Lin Dong?"

Wang Yingjun raised his head when he heard the sound and was surprised to see a stranger.

"Yes, Teacher Huang asked me to come here."

"I'm not familiar with your teacher Huang, and I'm not a teacher. What papers can I help you with? Show it to me."

"Give!"

Wang Yingjun took it and turned it over, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

He stood up and threw the paper on the pony, and moved into the house to move a small table. It was stained with oil and felt like it was used for eating.

He helped Lin Dong circle the circle on the small table.

Of course, he didn't forget to get Lin Dong a small horse too.

"What you said is not quite right. Being annoying has nothing to do with acting skills."

"And this sentence, your writing is too awkward and you can't provide a strong argument if you keep it. So just delete the whole paragraph."

"Have you made your debut yet?"

I was talking about a thesis before, but then a sentence suddenly came up.

It took Lin Dong a while to react: "He made his debut, starring in "Arrow Stabs the Heart"."

"What kind of role are you playing? I've seen the movie. Where did the example you cited come from? Isn't it a random fabrication?"

"It seems to be in the book "Character Art". I forgot the specific part. I played Ma Xiaobao."

"Ma Xiaobao..." Wang Yingjun raised his head and glanced at Lin Dong again, seeming to remember, and then buried his head again: "Is it the 2003 edition? Try not to read that edition. The editing is messy, and the author likes to create cases.

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Just chatting while making changes.

The March sun was shining warmly on me, and the small yard was as big as a palm, and the lighting was perfect.

It moved twice along the way.

It was changed until noon.

Changed to hungry.

"How about we go to dinner, I'll treat you." Lin Dong couldn't stand it any longer.

Wang Yingjun seems to be one of the poorer ones, and it is probably difficult for him to find a wife to cook for him.

Then he can only cook for himself.

Regardless of his cooking skills, with his sloppy appearance, his hygienic condition must be worrying.

Moreover, Lin Dong came here to seek advice, so he proposed a treat for the first time.

"Wait a moment and I'll finish changing it right away."

What else could Lin Dong say?

He brought some gifts when he came and didn't come empty-handed.

The gift is placed on the wall.

It seems impolite to open a gift you gave yourself and eat it.

But what should I do if I’m too hungry?

Lin Dong sent a message to Tian Dazhuang. Tian Dazhuang, who was still in the car, took out two large boxes of biscuits and several bottles of purified water from the trunk and carried them over.

Lin Dong ate cookies while waiting.

Wang Yingjun also asked for two pieces as a cushion.

From the time I started revising my thesis until now, people have been calling Wang Yingjun all the time.

Lin Dong discovered that most of them were debt collectors.

Wang Yingjun is definitely not an upright gentleman.

He deceived those who wanted debts, using various excuses, but they just had no money anyway.

Lin Dong saw with his own eyes that he answered a debt collection call. After being deceived, not only did he not repay the money, but he borrowed another 20,000 yuan from someone else.

This is too low.

You have won awards at three major film festivals and are a representative figure among the sixth generation of directors.

You actually cheated money!

In fact, Wang Yingjun had already sold his entire family fortune when he was filming "Soap White".

At that time, he was so bold that he borrowed money while filming.

For a long time, the crew actually had no money at all.

Work was interrupted every three days because someone was kicked out of the venue.

What impressed the cast and crew most about him was that he had to call to ask for money almost every day.

At the same time, debt collectors often come to your door.

Wang Yingjun patted the safe and swore to them, "It's full of money. I'm afraid I won't give it back to you?"

When my movie comes out, I will pay you one by one.

In fact, there are only a few thousand dollars in it.

Completely muddled through.

"Okay, my handwriting is okay, can you read it?" Wang Yingjun handed over the stained paper.

He said it would be changed soon.

In fact, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the changes were completed.

"I understand, I understand."

Lin Dong flipped through a few pages.

The entire newly printed paper has comments and revision comments added to almost every paragraph.

His handwriting is elegant, completely different from his slovenly appearance.

"Wait a minute." Wang Yingjun took the broken table and the small mat in, and when he came out, he already had two books in his hand.

"This is?" Lin Dong didn't know why.

"These two books should help you write your thesis. I have read them both. It doesn't matter if you return them or not." Wang Yingjun generously handed the two books to Lin Dong.

"Thank you, Teacher Wang." Lin Dong flipped through it briefly, and found that there were handwriting and dirt everywhere.

Tian Dazhuang drove them and stopped at a small courtyard restaurant.

"This isn't cheap." Wang Yingjun rubbed his nose.

"Brother Da Zhuang?" Lin Dong asked.

"The average per capita is almost 600." The place chosen by Tian Da Zhuang.

"Haha, your salary is quite high." Wang Yingjun looked Lin Dong up and down. There was a driver to take care of the car when he came in and out, and he asked the driver to choose a place to eat.

"It's okay, not too high." Lin Dong felt like he was being targeted.

[System, if he asks me to borrow money, can I lend him the money in the system account?]

【no】

【He will pay it back】

[Nine departures and thirteen returns]

【Forget it then】

"Why don't we go home and I'll feed you some food? How about you lend me some money and I finish filming this movie?" Wang Yingjun looked at Lin Dong with burning eyes.

"Wait a minute, are you short of money to make a movie?"

"yes."

"How much did your previous movies gross?"

"this……"

"If you don't tell me, I can find out."

"I have a nickname called Wang Wanwan."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just that the box office of my movies is only a few million at most, not even a single million."

"What about the cost?"

"About several million."

Doesn’t this mean losing money?

Ouch, uncle, what's the point of being embarrassed about losing money?

Say it out loud.

Do you know how much I envy you?

"How much gap is left?" Lin Dong can no longer afford an investment of only a few million.

But no matter how small the mosquito is, its legs are still full of flesh.

"The French funded me four million, and I borrowed one hundred myself. Now I'm still five hundred short." Wang Yingjun smacked his lips and said, "But I have confidence in my movie. With my many years of experience, three to five

A box office of tens of millions is absolutely no problem."

If I hadn't seen him fooling people too many times this morning.

Lin Dong almost believed it.