"What did you see when you look here?"

On June 22, the Dragon Boat Festival, Leng Yan just came back from a business trip from the ancient city.

Following Leng Yan's point, Nan Yi looked at her little feet wearing stockings and sandals, nodded, and praised: "The feet are very beautiful."

"I said big boss, is it appropriate for you to treat me like this?"

"43% multiplied by 55% and multiplied by 1%, which is equal to 0.23%. Your dividend doesn't seem to be too much, but this is just the beginning. What you will get in the future is definitely more valuable than your legs. After September, I will give you a month off. You can go anywhere you want. I will reimburse all the others except clothing and cosmetics."

"This is almost the same." Leng Yan said arrogantly.

“Speak for work.”

"Okay, butterfly brand watches, Shuangou brand washing machines, Huashan brand cameras, and Yellow River color TVs have all been negotiated. In the Shancheng, I also saw a very popular snack, a kind of pot crust. I heard it was inspired by Sichuan squid pot crust."

"Sun pot crumb, I know."

"How could you know...I forgot that Wenchangwei and Wenchang Food Factory are there, are you not surprised?"

Leng Yan woke up.

"Take it?"

"I'll win it, and the sun pot crumbles in Qinghe International. The factory manager of Bingfeng took the initiative to find me and wanted to send Bingfeng soda in."

"Just forget about soda. Unless you come to Beijing to open a branch factory, the profit will be exhausted on the road. But even if you drive it, you probably won't be able to beat the Arctic Ocean. Besides, soda takes up too much space and it's not cost-effective for us."

Nan Yi lay back and his legs raised up in front of the chair.

He shook his mouth and said, "I plan to produce popsicle and bagged soda in Yaqing's tertiary industry. I can drink it or freeze it into ice and eat it."

"Seasonality is so strong, are you idle in the other three seasons?"

"How is it possible? I'm planning to launch frozen food. It starts with dumplings. The brand is called Nanyi Hao Daddy Card. I have thought of the slogan, listen." Nanyi moistened her voice and said in a voice full of magnetic and fatherly love: "Every consumer, we treat it as our own; Nanyi Hao Daddy Card comes from the taste of Dad."

"If you are not afraid of being dismembered, you can use this brand." Leng Yan glanced at Nan Yi and said.

"Okay, the joke is over. Dad's taste is a joke. Mom's taste is real. I plan to use the brand of quick-frozen food, "Mom is OK."

"Hello mom? Either mom or just mom. Your mom sounds so hard to speak."

"In 1958, Bu Wancang made a movie "The Story of the Brutal One", and there was a theme song called "Only Mom in the World", I want to borrow it to expand it. Only Mom is the best dumplings, only Mom is the best wontons, and only Mom is the best hot sauce. No matter what product you add, is it catchy to read?"

Leng Yan tried to read it, "It's interesting. Are you planning to find a film factory to invest in a movie about maternal love next?"

"No hurry, register the trademark first, and revolve around the word "mother". Whether it is a good mother or a bad mother, a bad mother, an ugly mother, a bad mother, or a weird mother, you must register it all, so as not to have any grandson come to mess with the car in the future. You just take a break and go back and take some time to help me list similar words."

"Okay, I don't need to do the registration matters, right?"

"No, I plan to register in the name of Genzheng Miaohong and let Yang Kaiyan do it."

"Then I'll go back first."

"Go."

As soon as Leng Yan left, Nan Yi racked his brains to recall the plot of "Mom Loves Me Again".

But in addition to the song "Only Mom in the World" there are also vague scenes such as the Bridge and the bare body. He can't recall any plot content.

It seems that it is impossible to copy this movie like a similar one.

Nan Yi picked up his pen and drew a big circle on the calendar from June 24th to June 29th, and wrote the four words "Looking for Screenwriter" on the edge of the circle.

As the things to remember in his mind increase, Nan Yi now has to use other tools to record, similar small things like the ends of the side branches. If he doesn't record them, he will probably forget them.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, Nan Yi and Ma Mo both met and asked him which writer was good at writing bitter dramas.

Ma Modu gave Nan Yi a few names of the Scar Sect. After Nan Yi rejected it, he told him that a man named Lao Guan was good at writing and was now studying in the Military Art Academy.

It was a rainy day. Nan Yi was chewing transparent carrots in his mouth. He passed by a piece of red sorghum planted in the Huanong Experimental Field. He rubbed his face towards a man's mouth with a strong smell of garlic sprouts. On the ridge of the field, a duck was taking his family to eat herbs there. Behind the duck, a woman was chasing her, with a big breast and a big buttocks.

The ducks quarreled and the women's running trembled, disturbing the frogs that were cooling down in the grass.

The frog croaked and left, just avoiding a child's hand that pounced on it. Between life and death, the frog's fatigue instantly swept away.

On the side of the road, an old man was very particular about lighting sandalwood and leisurely trapped in his own wine country.

Nan Yi glanced over and found that the object that was put on the sandalwood was quite strange. After carefully identifying it, he realized that it was a torture instrument in the torture of the Qing Dynasty. The sandalwood was placed on the torture instrument. Isn’t this a sandalwood punishment?

"Sunzi, you shot me forty-one shots along the Chu River. Now I will give you a two-horse general, let's get rid of it." Under the shade of the tree, another old man shook his palm fan and stared at the chessboard and shouted there with smugness.

"Men are teenagers until death, and they are all late-mature people." Nan Yi looked at everything around him, shook his head, and walked along a small mangrove forest.

"Hello, I'm Nanyi."

In the little mangroves, Nan Yi and a man with thick hair joined their heads.

"Hello, I am the old Guan that Ma Modu mentioned. You can call me Moyan."

"Has Lao Ma told you what I'm asking for you?"

"I said that you need a propositional article."

"Yes, I need a proposition about maternal love. The time background is set in the period around 49 years ago. 49 years ago, the story revolves around a mother and son. In order for the son to survive, the mother can write as miserable as the mother can. Her life is like this weather, with rain and sunshine."

Nan Yi pointed to the sky and continued: "After 49 years, the weather began to clear up, and the mother and son finally ushered in the dawn. I have some ideas. If you inspire you, you should use it. If you don't have it, you should ignore it."

Moyan smoked a cigarette, listened to Nan Yi's story, and suddenly needed his response. He hurriedly grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and said, "Please tell me."

"My mother is a beautiful girl. One day, she was washed by the village landlord's youngest son who was a puppet army, and coveted her mother's beauty. The landlord's youngest son not only ruined his mother himself, but also let his dog-legged men go together...

Finally, the ruined mother was thrown into the river by her dog legs. Fortunately, her mother was rescued by a kind-hearted person, but after that, her mother became crazy.

After that, the mother became pregnant, but during those days of pregnancy, she was ruined several times. Those who ruined her could choose typical negative and stereotyped characters in the historical context at that time.

Because her mother was crazy, she naturally didn't know how to give birth, but because she had been wandering outside for a long time, she had seen how wild dogs gave birth to puppies. Therefore, the process of delivery was imitated by the female wild dogs and completed it in the wild dog's kennel, including the umbilical cord, which was like a female wild dog, and bit it with her teeth.

Because of this, when I saw and heard that my mother gave birth in the doghouse, I called the child I gave birth to was Gousheng.

The mother was crazy and had lost the skills of human survival. She lived like a wild dog, but deep down she did not lose her motherhood. She still knew that she wanted to fill her son's stomach and knew that her son needed to wear clothes.

Moyan, do you know about the Taiping Wheel incident?"

"I've heard of it."

"In January 1949, Gou Sheng abandoned his crazy mother and boarded the Taiping Wheel. The mother who could not see Gou Sheng searched all the way, and finally found the dock and saw Gou Sheng standing on the side of the boat;

My mother shed dirty tears, and her brain, which had been turbid for many years, suddenly became clear. She cried in her mouth: "Dogs, don't leave, dogs, don't leave, mom is here, mom is here."

Hearing the mother's crying, the dog cried bitterly and hummed "Only Mom in the World" with his mouth. Only Mom in the World is Good, and a child with a mother is like a treasure..."

Nan Yi hummed softly and sang the whole song before he said again: "I have conceived so many stories. If you think you can use them, you need only two points of bitterness and maternal love. If it can arouse the love of the child for his mother, that would be the best."

"Hu..." Moyan exhaled a breath of turbid breath and said, "Although you only told a summary, I already understand what your story wants to express. My mother incorporated all the sufferings of that era. The dog was born as a wanderer who had not returned. You are allude..."

Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "It's just a coincidence, it's secondary. The key is the mother's love. Although her mother is a lunatic, her thin body is still filled with love for her children.

Please think carefully about whether you can write it. If you can write it, I can give you a year, and the money will cost 20,000 yuan. The copyright of the completed works, film and television, belongs to me, and the others belong to you.

When the filming is about to be filmed in the future, I hope you can be a screenwriter and be responsible for adapting. Of course, we will calculate the hard work separately."

Moyan smoked two cigarettes and was silent for a long time before saying, "I want to think about it. The story you want is too heavy, and I may not have the courage to finish it."

"No hurry, think about it slowly. Can you give me a reply in one week?"

"Yes." Moyan nodded.

"Find a place to drink?"

"Next time, I'm going to rush back to school today."

“Okay.”

I said goodbye to Moyan, it was almost five-thirty in the afternoon.

These days, Wang Luo has been collecting games every day, either asking people to go out to the restaurant or making a pot, mutton, and enough wine in our yard. His own cigarette level has also been raised.

Just a few dozen or hundreds of dollars a day, the little money he earned can't be built for long.

Nan Yi thought that the benefits of introducing Wang Pu were not collected yet, so he had to go over and have a meal quickly. Don’t eat the benefits before, and the crying behind him was poor.

When we arrived at our yard, the yard was already in order, and the stall had been in stock for a while, and they had already become shirtless.

"Nan Batian, I've called you several times, and finally came."

Wang Pu had already drunk his tongue, and sweat beads would spill from time to time on his sparse forehead. The T-shirt on his shoulder was in trouble. Nan Yi could see the strong smell of sweat on it.

"I can't compare myself with you as an idle person."

Nan Yi said, and saw a buddy moving the stool to reveal a gap for him. He stuffed himself to the table and nodded to the buddy who moved the stool, "Brother, you have a lot of eyes."

"The parrot head is also from the military compound. In the past, I didn't often get along."

"Oh." Nan Yi responded, and then joked to the parrot head beside him: "Why do you call this guy? Do you have a broken mouth or like to eat spinach?"

"Parrot Head is a good name, which means he has a straight mouth. Zhang Hanmao went to the imperial court station to dubbed the translated films when he was in high school. He just entered the Chinese opera last year and will be the way for big stars in the future." Wang Pu explained.

"Zhang Hanmao?"

Nan Yi really wanted to swear. When he saw it suddenly, he thought this was the prodigal son in the music industry.

Not to mention, it looks quite similar.

"I'll call me parrot head, everyone calls me this."
To be continued...