Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

In Li Weijun's opinion, a film that is barely acceptable should be touching because of the plot and the philosophical implications it reveals. At worst, like a comedy action film, it should at least have some eye-catching acrobatics.

It makes people relaxed and happy, and dispels worries.

Instead of creating anxiety all day long, Li Weijun feels that if people cannot feel relaxed and happy while watching a movie, it can only rely on topics to stir up heat and become completely commercial.

It would be better to read the study materials. At least in the study materials you can fast forward the progress. What's so good about your self-entertaining weight loss movie?

Isn't this a complete waste of movie box office revenue?

Watching the flashing lines at the end of the movie, Li Weijun suddenly recalled the shocking kung fu movie of later generations, Shaolin Temple, which managed to create a box office myth of over 100 million yuan with a low ticket price of only ten cents.

It’s just a pity that at this moment, Shaolin Temple still can’t help the screen.

Li Weijun tried to change the channel with the bulky remote control, only to find that there were only two channels on this TV. One of them was the Angsa movie. After the movie about the female killer, some junk commercials started playing.

The other one is the Snow Channel. Although it is available, no signal can be received. The most likely possibility is that this TV station is not operating at night.

Just when Li Weijun was feeling bored and wanted to read some novels to relieve his boredom, Qin Huairu next to him was very interested in the advertisements on TV.

This advertisement is actually very simple. It is just an ordinary business advertisement put out by Coca-Cola. In the noisy and bustling city, a group of young men and women skateboarding who have just finished exercising pry open the bottle caps and drink ice-cold Coke.

This advertisement without any creativity was completely insignificant to Li Weijun, who had experienced the baptism of advertising in later generations. But where had Qin Huairu ever experienced such a scene?

She had always been living in the Siheyuan and Nanluoguxiang, and she thought that the most imposing house, apart from the imperial city, was the post office.

However, the tall buildings, steel bars and concrete, and all the bright lights and nightlife in the advertisement made Qin Huairu's eyes shine.

His eyes moved, and he asked curiously and puzzledly, "Wei Jun, are the things on TV real? The buildings there are so high, won't we fall down?"

Li Weijun felt speechless for a moment. This question was too difficult to answer.

Although the Angsa people on the other side of the ocean cannot be said to be good people, we have to admit that the Angsa people's infrastructure is complete and this is obvious to all.

When China was still using horse-drawn carriages, the Angolans had already implemented urban light rail.

Before the fall of the Qing Dynasty, Li Zhongtang once visited the Pleiades as a representative. He was so shocked by the tall buildings and the hustle and bustle of traffic there that he was speechless for a long time.

From the time of Li Zhongtang until now, there have been either constant wars or foreign invaders. There has never been a peaceful life, let alone any development.

Except for the difficult years due to the economic crisis, the Angolans have been experiencing booming economy for most of the rest of the time, and their economic, scientific research and living standards are naturally much higher.

But nothing can stand still and stagnate. Li Weijun believed that if he told Qin Huairu that after more than 30 years, the shabby courtyard house where she lived would be worth hundreds of millions of assets, Qin Huairu would probably find it hard to believe.

Sometimes it is just like this, development is so sudden, it is useless to envy what others have, you must have it yourself, so that you will not be strangled by others at the critical moment.

For the rest of the time, Qin Huairu watched TV with great interest, while Li Weijun read a book for a while and then fell asleep with his head resting on Qin Huairu's arm.

The next morning, as soon as Li Weijun opened the door and prepared to wash up, he saw Zhang Yunzhen and Yi Lei standing there like door gods, and he felt a headache.

It is not a good thing that these guards look too tense. Li Weijun knows clearly that two of them have pocket guns in their sleeves, ready to deal with any emergencies at any time.

"Comrade Li Weijun, rest assured, we are only carrying out our mission and will not disturb your normal life. We did not see or hear anything about what happened last night, and no one else will know about it."

Zhang Yunzhen said this suddenly, and it seemed like he was trying to cover up something.

Li Weijun rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so how do you know what happened last night? You all have the free time to go back to your rooms and rest. I've already told you that I can handle most emergencies. The person who can hurt me hasn't been born yet."

Zhang Yunzhen was dismissive of this, thinking that although Li Weijun was amazing in the 100-meter track and field, when it came to self-defense experience, he was definitely not as good as himself and Yi Lei who were both trained in self-defense.

Grappling techniques, fighting techniques, and gun-drawing techniques, these things not only require repeated practice and training to develop into muscle memory so that one can draw the gun instantly with just a slight raise of the hand, but more importantly, one must have a keen sense of crisis.

The best protection is prevention.

Otherwise, once an emergency has already occurred, no matter how much action is taken, it can only be used to make up for it and save the situation.

How could an ordinary person possibly compare to a professional guard? Just in terms of the speed of drawing a gun, Zhang Yunzhen asked himself, apart from those old monsters in the guard team, no one could match him.

Seeing that this group of people were indifferent, Li Weijun sighed helplessly. He couldn't drive them away, and he couldn't chase them away. They were like a dog-skin plaster that stuck to him. It was really frustrating.

I don’t know whether these people eat or go to the toilet every day, eat wind and drink dew, and have no defecation or urination, right?

After washing up, Li Weijun ate the breakfast Qin Huairu had bought in advance, searched the latest news in this morning's newspaper, and had a general idea in his mind.

Instead, he drove a jeep and took advantage of Zhang Yunzhen's inattention to put some purchased internal reference films from his personal space into the cabin of the jeep.

Most of the internal reference films purchased this time are animations, such as Havoc in Heaven published by Shanghai Film Studio, the ink-and-wash animation Tadpole Looking for His Mother, and the paper-cut animation Pigsy Eats Watermelon.

Strictly speaking, these internal reference films cannot be called internal reference films because they can be watched by the general public, but they are quite interesting. I think the cadres and employees who are tired of watching internal reference films should not be picky about their taste.

Previously, when Li Weijun went to work at the steel rolling mill, he always rode a brand new Phoenix bicycle. This time, he upgraded his bicycle to a brand new jeep, which was much more impressive than the Beetle driven by Li Huaide.