God of Rebirth Investment

If Brother Dong instructs Zhang Qiwei to kill He Xiaoran, Zhang Qiwei will do it, but he will definitely be wary of Chang Dong in the future.

It is understandable to bury poison in the body, but after the task is completed, it will be hidden as best as possible.

How does this not make him feel cold?

How can he guarantee that this day will not fall on him?

Fortunately... Brother Dong is not such a person.

Although he is poisonous, it is still very good for his own people to infuse the poison outside.

In this world, bad and good people are not desirable, and having no bottom line is also dreadful. It is not good to go to any extreme. Someone like Dong Ge who is capable and has a bottom line is quite good.

After breakfast, Chang Dong went to Feng's Hutong.

Because of the remote location, Zhang Qiwei deliberately called up the navigation when driving.

When he arrived at the Feng's alley, Chang Dong stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the wonderful... view of the village in the city, his face full of surprise.

But he didn't expect the person he was going to meet to live in such a place.

Chang Dong didn't go in.

He made an appointment with Zhao Fugui to meet at the entrance of the alley.

Not long after, Zhao Fugui's car arrived.

When he got out of the car, he came over with a smile on his face: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, I just arrived too."

The two greeted each other briefly, then walked away shoulder to shoulder.

The alley was deep, so the two chatted while walking, and stopped in front of a courtyard door, knocking on the wooden door.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, Chang Dong met Mr. Feng, Zhao Fugui's in-law.

Mr. Feng, who was lying on the recliner, hid in the shadow of the eaves, squinted his eyes, and fanned himself with a cattail fan, very chic and at ease.

"You are Chang Dong?"

"Hey, it's me. Good morning, old man."

Chang Dong hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, and presented a small gift wrapped in kraft paper: "I heard that you like to drink tea. I specially picked the original Dahongpao. They told me it was the second-generation Dahongpao. I don't understand." This, if it’s not right, don’t blame the old man.”

"Hehe, it's not strange, it's not strange."

Mr. Feng took the kraft paper, opened it, sniffed it, and said, "Not bad, it's indeed the original Dahongpao. I'm not afraid of your jokes. This year, I have received eighteen mother tree Dahongpao, hahaha..."

Chang Dong laughed when he heard this.

Since he wanted to give gifts, he naturally had to pay attention.

Mr. Feng is different from Mr. Meng. If Mr. Meng is a local snake, then Mr. Feng is definitely a dragon!

For such a character, the first meeting ceremony must not be bad.

Chang Dong finds out that he likes to drink tea, so he simply buys tea.

The tea leaves in the whole country can be counted and counted, and there are only those top ones.

Since I want to buy it, I naturally choose the best tea king.

Someone in Chang Dong's network said that he could get tea from the Dahongpao mother tree. After much deliberation, Chang Dong still chose the second generation.

You know, Dahongpao, known as the king of tea, has only six mother trees, and picking has been banned since 06. Although a few roots occasionally flow out of the scientific research hole, Chang Dong doesn't think he can do it.

So Chang Dong thought about it for a while, and chose the second-generation Dahongpao, that is, the Dahongpao that was asexually reproduced from the mother tree.

On the one hand, you will not buy fake ones, which will only increase your laughter; on the other hand, you will also show your sincerity.

In fact, even the second generation is worth a lot of money. The quotation for five taels exceeds 5 yuan, and there is often no market for this.

Therefore, it is not polite to send the second generation!

Facts have proved that his choice is correct.

"Sit down, sit down and talk."

At this time, the own nursing staff moved the chair.

Chang Dong sat down, and the three of them chatted casually.

After a few words on the topic, it turned to "War Tiger 2".

Mr. Feng patted the armrest of the reclining chair, and said, "I've watched your Battle Tiger 2, it's very good! It's also very meaningful! The film market needs such an atmosphere!"

Chang Dong nodded in agreement.

"It's really rare to have Zhanhu after the sword is bright!" Feng Lao sighed, and asked: "Will you shoot three next? There are many old guys among us, but we are looking forward to it!"

Chang Dongdao: "Three is definitely going to be filmed. However, in the last one or two years, I don't plan to film three."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Fugui was surprised.

This kid has always had a high EQ, how dare he dampen old master Feng's interest?

Mr. Feng also looked surprised: "Oh? The grades are not very good, why didn't you shoot?"

Chang Dong said with a smile: "Two films have been released in a row, and the audience may be more or less aesthetically fatigued."

Feng Lao's smile was restrained by three points: "It's understandable that capital is chasing profit."

Zhao Fugui's eyes showed a look of anxiety, boy, is this the time to chase profits?

Even if Zhan Husan lost money to grandma's house, it would be worth it if he could make Mr. Feng happy!

"It can't be said that. Pursuing profit is one aspect. On the other hand, I want to look forward to the future and inherit the spirit of fighting tigers."

Chang Dong said.

"Oh?" Old Feng became interested.

"As the old man said just now, there is Zhanhu after the sword, which is a kind of spiritual inheritance. I want to make a science fiction film in the next one and continue to inherit this spirit. Of course, some people say that Zhanhu is a kind of personal heroism , is not Zhu Xia’s characteristic, so in the next one, I will not shoot personal heroism, and I will specifically shoot 'Unity is Strength'!"

Chang Dong smiled.

Elder Feng took a serious look at Chang Dong: "Young people have ideas..."