Vol 311 Chapter 579: 579 Ultraman and the Little Monster

Chapter 579 579. Ultraman and the Little Monster

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Lu Chuan couldn't help but think of his author friend who took over the script—

When the screenwriter came back after three months, he was haggard and weak. He had not been inspired to write after half a year's rest. When asked, he just cursed:

“The script was revised over and over again, and there were still problems even at three o’clock in the middle of the night. The director asked me to change it, the producer asked me to change it, and the props also came to give me advice, saying that the investment is small and not a big scene!”

“Finally, the extras team also came to give their opinions and said that the producers did not want large scenes with more than eight people…”

“The lead actor is even more amazing! He is dedicated and even memorizes his lines. But he memorized the wrong lines and refused to give up. As a result, the plot couldn’t keep up. I had to change it!”

“Screenwriter? Not even a dog can do it!”

He thought of the other party's irritable appearance, and his scalp tightened at the moment, and he quickly refused: "I have no experience as a screenwriter. We can just chat, but there is no need to follow the team."

Yunfeng also knows screenwriting, and he laughed at this moment: "I understand, I understand! I'm just asking, this is not included in the contract, not to mention your worth, screenwriting is a separate price."

“In this case, let’s not mention it for now until the project is actually approved. The early stage selection will take a while.”

As he spoke, he packed his things: "Do you want to buy any vegetables? I'll take them there along the way."

Lu Chuan thought for a while - there were pickles, pickles and dried vegetables at home, but no meat, so he said directly: "Then just buy some meat. Buy whatever meat you want to eat."

Okay!

Lu Chuan’s craftsmanship...

Honestly, he could definitely make a lot of money even if he wasn't an author and sold vegetables from his private kitchen! Yunfeng packed up his things, decisively skipped work and ran away. Before leaving, he even said symbolically:

“I’m going to deliver the contract to the author.”

Song Tan actually received the message from Lu Chuan:

"Thank you. I have received everything and it is very delicious. But there is no need to send it anymore. I have accepted it. I have paid attention to the store and I can buy it myself if necessary."

“Also, there is some liquor at home that no one drinks. You can give it to your family to taste after you receive it.”

Other than communicating through express delivery, the two of them were completely unfamiliar with each other. Lu Chuan carefully considered each word, but it was actually particularly difficult to reply.

It’s much more difficult to code than him!

However, Song Tan only took one look at it and thought that it must be given away if it should be given away! Otherwise, wouldn’t people suffer burn injuries in vain?

It needs to be repaired slowly, right?

So Tiger Balm replied:

"OK!"

Then she put down her cell phone and went to help Brother Zhang drag the box - it was a big, square box, and it was written on Song Tanshou. She remembered the news just now and thought they had sent all the wine in the warehouse.

As a result, I took it apart and saw that they were all square acrylic boxes stacked one after another. Inside were the same Ultraman with different postures...

Song Tan:…

Brother Zhang:…

Only Qiaoqiao cheered, threw down the tea leaves in his hand and rushed over: "Teacher Xin! Did you give this to me? There are so many!"

Xin Jun poked his head out from upstairs: "Yes, I mentioned two gifts at that time. The delivery of this one was a little slow and it just arrived today."

Qiaoqiao was already happily holding the boxes and going upstairs one after another: "I want to put them in the living room, study, and bedroom!"

Thought for a while, then looked at Song Tan pleadingly: "Sister, can you buy me a cabinet? There are too many, and the grid can't fit them."

Song Tan couldn't help but have a headache!

After all, when Qiao Qiao talks about pretending, she definitely doesn’t mean stuffing it in a cupboard like this, but showing it off seriously.

 No matter how spacious the upstairs is, it can’t be set up like this?

"It's like this," she cleared her throat: "As a human being, you can't be too philanthropic. You liked Sero at first, and now you like Tiga. There must be a sequence of events, right?" "Otherwise, even if you show it all, you Do you feel aggrieved if you can't see it every day? "

"How about this, these Ultraman are all locked up in a cabinet. When you see an Ultraman from which film, put out the relevant Ultraman from that film - think about it, how ritualistic this is. !”

Qiaoqiao thought about it, it seems so!

He nodded decisively: "Sister, you are so smart! I'm going to do it now!"

Brother Zhang looked at Song Tan with difficulty: "Your house is so big, it can't fit in it, right?"

Song Tan was even more troubled: "You don't understand - I thought Ultraman was the only one at first. Later I found out that he has more than a hundred, and even matching monsters. Now that Ultraman is on display, in the future the monsters will be released Where?"

Brother Zhang:…

He wiped his face, turned around and went to the express truck to get a few boxes:

“Here, I see it’s about food. Does your family still need to buy food from outside?”

"That's not true." Song Tan opened the box: "These are some seasonings we ordered."

The Sichuan peppercorns arrived yesterday. The seller was honest and bought five kilograms. He sent seven kilograms over and said he would give Professor Song two kilograms to try.

Professor Song didn’t want it, so Song Tan took advantage of him again.

Today, the star anise, cinnamon, fragrant leaves and other things are in place, and the tea leaves are also dried...

Can you try this new tea egg tonight?

She held a bunch of condiments in her hand and walked into the kitchen decisively.

The seventh cousin looked at the pile of boxes in her hand. He was smelling and tasting each one and couldn't help but sigh:

“It has to be Professor Song! I can’t find the varieties he recommended in the market—they are indeed good things. The quality and taste are so strong!”

As he spoke, he quickly grabbed the condiments and put them on several plates:

“These are different ratios. I will write them down later and classify them. Let’s eat them at night and see which one is better.”

“If you choose, you can ask people to distribute the seasonings over there, and you can sell them online here.”

The pile in front of me weighs several kilograms each, and a bag of tea eggs costs not much. It can make about seven or eight hundred bags, which is enough for early sales.

Okay!

Song Tan is gearing up: "When the tea eggs are on the shelves, let's give Brother Yan Ping and the others a holiday!"

Thought for a while and then asked: "Seventh cousin, you have been cooking every day these past few months, do you want to take a holiday as well?"

“Besides, when work starts on the mountain, rice will have to be cooked there. I’m going to buy rice, noodles, meat and vegetables on the street, but do you have a suitable chef here?”

The seventh cousin was silent.

He had a disciple before, but that disciple... let’s not mention it.

At this moment, I thought about it and said, "I don't have to take a vacation. Don't I still have to cook at my own home during the vacation? There are so many people here, it's lively, and the food is good."

“As for the chef who cooks for the big pot... let me ask, how much salary do you plan to pay?”

His salary is 5,000, but this is his hometown, and the food and drink at Song Tan's house are also different.

But this cannot be said about the mountains. If nothing else, where did the early people live?

Song Tan was already prepared: "I have discussed with grandpa that the people in the early stage can live with him. When the house on the mountain is built, the construction of his old house here will just start."

By the way, what is an appropriate salary for an ordinary chef who is not from a nearby hometown?

(End of this chapter)

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