Film and television drama writing assistant

Chapter 224
Walking into the middle of the crowd, Meng Dong looked at Qin Huairu, and then asked the parents of the injured children: "How much compensation do you want?"

"The child's dressing and follow-up treatment costs five yuan, and the nutrition fee five yuan, a total of ten yuan."

"You can guarantee that there will be no more accidents in the future, and you will not look for sticks." Meng Donglai asked.

The parent was a little hesitant, who knew whether the child's vision would be affected after the intraocular hemorrhage recovered, but he looked at the situation of the sticks, and thought that even if the trouble continued, he might not be able to get compensation, so he said directly: "I can guarantee .”

"Based on the wording." Meng Donglai said.

"can."

Meng Donglai turned around and looked at Qin Huairu: "I can lend you this money, do you want it?"

Qin Huairu turned her head to look at her mother-in-law, she turned her head and ignored her, and then looked at the uncle, he will also stay on the sidelines, and finally can only nod: "Okay."

"I'm going to get the money."

Meng Donglai went to the front yard to get paper, pen and money. When he came back, he distributed the paper and pen to his parents and Qin Huairu: "You guys write, write it and give it to me, and I will give you the money."

"Should I write too?" Qin Huairu asked doubtfully.

"IOU."

"This..." Qin Huairu wanted to say that you took the initiative to borrow it, but in the end she looked at the crowd of people around and swallowed her words.

One of the two wrote the guarantee letter and the other wrote the IOU.

Meng Donglai and Qin Huairu first handed over the money with one hand and the IOU with the other, and then watched the two exchange letters of guarantee and money.

"Okay, since the compensation has been paid, let's leave it as it is." Director Wang obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't want to get the reputation of bullying orphans and widows.

When the crowd dispersed, only Qin Huairu, Meng Donglai, Yu Haitang, He Yushui and the uncle remained in the yard, and Mrs. Zhang had already walked back to her room.

"Thank you, Xiao Meng."

"No need." Meng Donglai didn't want to be too enthusiastic, so he waved his hand and returned to the front yard.

Only such a cold attitude can make Qin Huairu let go of her guard and keep borrowing money from herself, and rushing forward will only arouse her vigilance.

Back home, Yu Haitang chased after him, but He Yushui did not follow, probably talking to Qin Huairu.

"That stickman treats you so well, and you still help him."

"It doesn't have much money." Meng Donglai's words were very grand and revealing his wealth.

"It's almost half my salary, not much." Yu Haitang stuck out her tongue.

"I don't live on wages. Look at my manuscript fee." Meng Donglai took out a manuscript fee note, which stated that the newspaper office paid Meng Donglai a manuscript fee of 17.5 yuan.

Yu Haitang is the broadcaster of the factory, and she is the one with the biggest mouth. She must let her know that her money comes from a clean source, otherwise she doesn't know what it will be said to be.

And by the way, I can use her mouth to publicize my income, so that in the future, I will eat and buy some good food at home, so that no one will guess randomly.

"Is this? One month?"

"This is one article. I lose four or five articles every month, and more than ten articles." Meng Dong replied back and forth.

"Wow! How much does that cost!" Yu Haitang looked at Meng Donglai with starry eyes.

"Enough for me to let go."

"I thought you could only play the flute, but I didn't expect you to have such a good literary talent. It's really excellent."

"Okay."

"What are you talking about?" At this moment, He Yushui walked in from the outside.

"Rain, do you know? Donglai can still write articles, look..."

Seeing the two little beauties chattering there, Meng Donglai felt very comfortable. At their request, Meng Donglai took out some newspapers and periodicals on his mobile phone for them to read.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan..."

In order to avoid being criticized in the later stage, the things Meng Donglai wrote are very positive and mainstream, which also means that although these things seem to have a good literary talent, they lack the sense of novelty. Impatient.

"Donglai, play me a song called "Wang Ningmei."

"to make."

After playing one piece, at the request of the two, Meng Donglai played some other pieces one after another, and finally ended with "A Beautiful Woman with a Lonely Lamp".

"It sounds great, but this piece of music is so strange. It sounds so cheerful, but my heart feels inexplicably sad. What's its name?" Yu Haitang was obsessed with it.

""A Beautiful Woman with a Lonely Lamp""

"The name is so sad, so is this song happy or sad?" Yu Haitang asked.

"Whether it's joy or sorrow depends on the person's own state of mind. The source of inspiration for this song is the content in a book I read before. The groom is still with the guests outside the house, and the bride is alone in the house with a lonely candlestick, etc. At that time, the environment was lonely and unfamiliar to the bride, and she was alone, but looking back, it was a new life that was about to usher in." Meng Donglai explained.

"I see, you are so talented."

Being praised in turn by two beauties today, Meng Donglai felt that it was enough.

"It's getting late, why don't I take you back."

"Ah! So fast?" Yu Haitang asked in surprise, and He Yushui next to her couldn't help raising his hand to his forehead when he heard her say that, which was too obvious.

"Winter is like this, the days are short and the nights are long." Meng Donglai was also a little embarrassed. He estimated that if it was left in the environment of later generations, Yu Haitang would sleep here tonight: "I'll take you back."

"Ok."

The snow on the road outside had melted and was a bit muddy. The two of them did not ride their bikes and just walked Yu Haitang back to the dormitory of the steel rolling mill.

"Would you like to go up and sit down?"

"You live alone?" Meng Donglai was surprised.

"No, there are three roommates, but they all went home for the weekend." Yu Haitang replied.

"Forget it, maybe your roommate will come back at night, and the influence will be bad." Meng Donglai shook his head and refused.

"Well, then you go back, be careful on the road."

"With my physique, what danger can there be?" Meng Donglai smiled and waved goodbye.

On the way back, I continued to chat with Yuji.

"Boss, I don't understand. Who do you plan to marry?"

"I won't marry any of them." Meng Dong said back and forth.

"That's... that's right. If you don't get married, you won't get bigamy. You can do this in this day and age. You are really hopeless." Yuji complained.

"Bullshit, I don't plan to raise any more children. I have worked so hard, and I still feel distressed when I leave. I haven't seen those worlds for so long, and sometimes I feel heartache when I think about them." Meng Donglai explained.

"You even feel heartache."

"I feel that you have been very nervous recently. Do you need to adjust the source code to correct your talkative problem?" Meng Donglai threatened.

"mean."

It was finally quiet.

Back to the courtyard, Meng Donglai found He Yuzhu standing in front of his door.

Ever since Meng Donglai came here, he would lock the door when he went out, so he couldn't get in.

"Brother Zhu, do you need me?"

"Hold it, this is your money back." He Yuzhu stuffed 15 yuan into Meng Donglai's hand.

(End of this chapter)