Chapter 72 71, Why Can’t I See It?

【"Yang Hao, hello!"

"Are you..., Mr. Yuan?"

"Yes, I am the Yuan Zhonghua who contacted you. He was born in 1963 and is 47 years old this year. I have been paying attention to you since the video about your schizophrenia appeared on Youku.

Why is this schizophrenia so weird?

It seems that there is no case of this strange symptom in the whole world. "

"Ha ha…"】

Looking at Yang Hao who was smiling awkwardly in the video, to be honest, Liu Yifei was a little confused.

Is Sister Nana crazy today?

You're not crazy, why are you letting me see this?

Also, is Yang Hao crazy?

If he was not crazy, why would he take photographer Zhang Jiarui to Zoucheng, a small county in Shandong Province? Could it be that the post-production of the movie "On the Road" has been completed?

If it wasn't completed, why would Yang Hao go to that place? Don’t you know that several major domestic film and television distribution companies are now preparing to jointly target him?

Liu Yifei was confused, but the video on the computer continued:

["Well... Mr. Yuan, let's talk about you first!"

"OK!

Yang Hao, ah no..., actually I should call you Director Yang.

Director Yang, on the third day after you crowdfunded the filming of the movie "On the Road", I spent 20,000 from my own pocket to buy 20,000 shares of your movie.

If you don’t believe me, look, this is my bank transfer record, and this is the equity certificate mailed to me by your Only You Film Studio. ”]

Equity Certificate…

Lying down on the computer screen and taking a serious look, Liu Yifei couldn't help but feel a little proud.

This middle-aged man's equity certificate is green leather with a blue background. It is not as solemn and dignified as his own equity certificate, which is black leather, white background and edged with gold.

Humph... there is naturally a huge gap between an equity certificate worth 20,000 yuan and one worth 200,000 yuan!

["Well, Mr. Yuan, the equity certificate and bank transfer records in your hand are consistent with the information I have here. I can prove that this is true."

"No, no, Director Yang, I'm not asking you to help me verify the authenticity of the equity certificate, but I'm asking you to do me a favor."

"Okay, you tell me!"

"Director Yang, as I just said, I was born in 1963, joined the army in 1983, and served on the Laoshan front line in 1984."

"Oh, it turns out you are still a hero, I salute you!"]

Nonsence!

Look at Yang Hao's saluting posture in the video.

Liu Yifei despised him from the bottom of her heart.

It's not standard at all, and I don't know what kind of training this guy has had in these years of military training? If it were him, he would definitely give a standard salute!

["Director Yang, I can't even talk about being a hero!"

Because everyone who can be called a hero has actually died. "

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan, it's my fault that it brought back your sad past."

"Haha, no...

Director Yang, I called and asked you to come to Shandong Province just to ask you for a favor. One of my comrades-in-arms is named Ren Quanwei, a native of Zoucheng. He died on the Laoshan front line in 1984 and is now buried in Ma. No. 47, Platform 6, Lipo Martyrs Cemetery.

Because his family was in a poor financial situation and had little income, the whole family lived on the four-thirds of land at home. Therefore, his family rarely went to Malipo to pay homage to my comrades.

As early as ten years ago, when I couldn't bear it anymore, I sponsored this comrade's father to visit Malipo's grave.

Now, ten years have passed.

According to Ren Quanwei's brother, his father still wants to visit Malipo again, because the old man is over 70 years old this year and he doesn't know if he will have the opportunity to visit his son's grave again in the future. "

"Well, Mr. Yuan, how do you want me to help you?"]

What are you saying? !

Liu Yifei is a little angry!

I listened so well that I was almost moved to tears, but you, Yang Hao, abruptly interrupted my mood at this time.

Damn, damn, damn it!

["Director Yang, listen to me.

Ren Quanwei's father is a strong man. He has said more than once that my son sacrificed his life for the country and it was glorious. As a parent, I cannot hold him back.

If I have money, I will go to see him. If I don't have money, I will think of him in my heart and will not use other people's money to go to Wenshan, Yunnan Province, because no one's money comes from the strong wind. "

"so what?"

"So, the old man has been picking up garbage in our county for two years and earned four to five thousand yuan. Excluding the part spent due to illness, he still has about one thousand five hundred and fifty-six yuan in hand.

But Director Yang, our place is 2,500 kilometers away from Malipo, Wenshan. The tickets for the father and son, plus food, drink and accommodation, even if they save money, will cost 5,000 yuan for a round trip. ”]

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Liu Yifei didn't dare to wipe it, fearing that it would cause more bleeding.

An old man collected rubbish for two years to sweep the grave of his hero's son before earning 1,500. If this continues, when will he be able to reach Malipo?

How about I donate some to him?

So, Liu Yifei picked up the phone without thinking, but when she picked up the phone, she was at a loss.

Who should I send this money to?

I have neither a phone number nor a bank account number.

And the video continues.

["Director Yang, the reason I brought you here is because I want to discuss something with you?"

"Mr. Yuan, tell me!"

"Director Yang, you are a movie maker. Can you add a scene for the old man in the movie, and then give him a salary of 10,000 yuan, so that he can earn more easily so that he can see his son's tombstone as soon as possible!

Because the film remuneration is also the remuneration of the old man's labor, I believe he will receive it with peace of mind. You must know that he has neither troubled the government nor us villagers in these years.

And I funded his travel expenses to Malipo, and he paid it back to me afterwards. "

"Um…"

"Director Yang, don't hesitate. I won't let you suffer. I can mortgage the transfer records and equity certificates of the 20,000 yuan with you. This is equivalent to me paying for the old man to act in a movie.

You know, you made a promise in the video that if you invest 10,000 yuan, you can get a role in the movie. "

"Well... Mr. Yuan, didn't you just say you would pay the old man 10,000 yuan?"

“It’s ten thousand!

And for the other ten thousand, I hope you can pay it to another person in the same way. "

"who?"

"We also have a martyr named Zhang Xianghua in Zoucheng. After his death, he was also buried in the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery, and his family's life is even more difficult. The old mother is over 70 years old this year and has never paid homage to her heroic son. .”]

"Promise now, promise now, you bastard!"

Seeing Yang Hao hesitate in the video, Liu Yifei became angry, opened her mouth and started swearing.

But while he was cursing, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked back, his mother Liu Xiaoli was standing behind him.

"Well…"

Liu Yifei wanted to explain, in fact, I am not like this at ordinary times. I have always been a good girl as you asked me to do. It’s just that Yang Hao in today’s video is too hateful. The hero’s parents have no money to pay homage to their son. Someone wants to ask him for help. The old man felt more at ease accepting the donation, but he didn't expect that this guy wouldn't agree.

Damn it, it’s really hateful!

Before Liu Yifei opened her mouth, Liu Xiaoli murmured to herself:

"Wang Jinghua just said in the circle of friends that Yang Hao is too smart. If he does this, no one will dare to slander the movie "On the Road" again, but why can't I see it?"