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Chapter 28 Chapter 27, the old place

When I was a child, there was an old man in the village grinding sesame oil.

In order to let his donkey work well, the old man hung a carrot in front of the donkey's head. The donkey wanted to eat it, but it could never reach it.

After handing over the movie script and returning home after a stroll, Yang Hao suddenly realized that perhaps in Chang Jihong's eyes, he was the donkey who wanted to eat carrots.

He has good looks, good acting skills, and knows how to market himself, so Chang Jihong, who is a famous entertainment agent, is interested in him.

Coupled with the sudden explosion tonight, showing her singing ability transformed by AI in front of everyone..., it would be really strange if Chang Jihong, an expert, didn't want to sign herself!

But if you want to sign, you want to sign, but before signing the contract, the conditions still need to be discussed. You can't give me whatever conditions you want, a little Internet celebrity Yang Hao, right?

After all, it's one thing to be successful in the entertainment circle, but another thing to be able to become popular in the end.

But before I, Chang Jihong, sign a contract with you, Yang Hao, I can't let other brokerage companies take the lead, so I can only hang on to you with a carrot.

And this movie script is actually that carrot.

Don't you want to be a film director?Well, it is possible for me to give you a chance.

Sure enough, there is no one who can make his way in the entertainment circle, no matter if it is in the past life or in the present life.

Shaking his head and sighing, Yang Hao was ready to attack the Yangchun trotter on the dining table.

How Yang Chun's pig's trotters are boiled, you have to taste it yourself.If the taste is right, then cook according to this recipe in the future. As for the sales volume, you don’t need to worry about it at all. There are a lot of weird marketing plans in my head. Believe it or not, I dare to send one to Bai Gong in the United States ?
If the taste is not right, then you have to adjust the recipe and the heat of the stewed pig's trotters.

But just when Yang Hao picked up a good-looking pig's trotter with his chopsticks, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Who is it?" Yang Hao asked.

Because he has to watch in the store, Yang Chun usually doesn't come back to live. Besides, even if he comes back to live suddenly one day, he still has the house key with him, so he doesn't need to knock on the door.

But the answer to Yang Hao was three more knocks on the door.

"Dangdangdang..."

"coming."

Yang Hao had no choice but to put down the chopsticks in his hand and walk over to open the door.

Could it be that the grandson of some old artist was being mischievous and came knocking on the neighbor's door when he had nothing to do?
He pulled the latch and opened the door, but there was no one in the corridor. Yang Hao came out of the house again, looked up and down with the help of the light in the corridor, but still found no sign of anyone.

damn…

Today, the kid who came to make trouble ran pretty fast? !
Smiling and shaking his head, Yang Hao was about to go home again, but when he turned around, he found that a small note had been pasted on the door of his house.

There are words on the note, the handwriting is beautiful, and it looks like a woman's handwriting.

[Old place, drink! 】

Old place, drink...

The five words are easy to understand and clear at a glance, but Yang Hao is a little confused.

The old place, where is the old place?

Your old man can't write clearly.

And just when Yang Hao was crazily complaining about this woman's unreliability, a thin voice came from above his head.

"What are you doing? Why don't you come up quickly?"

"Uh…"

………………

Beiying Community
The old-fashioned red brick buildings, although the materials are strong and durable, but the design is unreasonable, basically every household has no balcony.

If you want to dry clothes and dry quilts, you can only go to the roof of the building, and therefore, the stairs lead directly to the roof.

When he got home, he put on his coat, and Yang Hao, who was frowning, went up to the rooftop step by step.

The voice just now was a little familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, it should be Liu Yifei, the 85-year-old big flower, a domestic first-line actress in her previous life.

But if it was her, this made Yang Hao even more curious. How did she know [Former Yang Hao], one from Beijing Film Academy 02 and one Beijing Film Academy 06. Girls have graduated and boys haven't entered school yet?
What is the relationship between her and [former Yang Hao]?
Isn't she afraid that in the process of drinking, [former Yang Hao] suddenly has evil thoughts and wants to hey her?

With such questions in mind, Yang Hao tiptoed up to the roof, and as soon as he opened the door, he immediately saw a woman in a beige windbreaker sitting on a lounge chair on the roof waving to him.

"What's going on today? Why are you so slow?"

"Oh..., before you came, Mr. Liu Jiang's grandson knocked on the door to make trouble, and when you knocked on the door, I thought it was him again?"

Seeing that the other party was really Liu Yifei, Yang Hao suppressed the shock in his heart, and shifted all the responsibility to that troublesome kid.

"Hahaha…"

Liu Yifei smiled happily.

"I told you a long time ago that living in this kind of old building is a mess, but the human touch is quite strong."

"haha, yes."

Yang Hao smiled and sat down at the other end of the lounge chair.

"Why are you sitting so far away?
Hurry up and clean it up? "

Liu Yifei's movements were not slow. While talking, she took out things from the plastic bag under her feet.

There are peanuts, ham sausage, Niulanshan Erguotou, er..., and a Yangchun trotter that Yang Hao looks very familiar to.

damn…

It turned out that among the two beautiful girls whom Yang Chunqiang bought and sold tonight, one of them was Liu Yifei? !
……

On the lounge chair between Yang Hao and Liu Yifei, there was a large white plastic bag, on which were placed peanuts, ham sausage, and of course Yangchun pig's trotters.

Liu Yifei picked up the convenient chopsticks, picked up a small pig's trotter, put it in her mouth, chewed it twice, and gave Yang Hao a thumbs up.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... delicious!"

good to eat?

really?
At this time, Yang Hao also stuffed a piece into his mouth, um...how should I put it?

not bad!
The bone is soft, fragrant but not greasy, the hoof jelly is crystal clear, and there is a fragrance of pine wood in it when you taste it carefully.

Of course, if you insist on saying that there are still disadvantages, it is a little bit salty.

Just as Yang Hao was thinking, an opened bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou was handed over from the opposite side.

"Come on, shall we still have one bottle per person?"

"it is good!"

In fact, as early as in his previous life, Yang Hao had seen this beauty drinking baijiu. At that time when he was filming the movie "Second Generation Goblin", at the wrap-up banquet, a bottle of baijiu directly knocked down Li Guangjie, one of the leading actors.

Seeing that Yang Hao agreed, the beauty didn't say anything, she raised her head and took a bite first.

"Tsk, ah..., happy!"

"LOL, really?"

Yang Hao raised the wine bottle in his hand, and immediately followed with a smile.

Drinking with beautiful women, men can't be cowardly.

"Yang Hao..."

"Ok?"

"Tell me the truth, is your schizophrenia acting out?"

"Uh..." Yang Hao was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"you guess?"

"I guess…"

The beauty sitting on the roof looked around, and then stretched her head straight over.

"I guess you don't have schizophrenia, but you are possessed by some soul, and the time of possession is exactly when your yang energy is weakest, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Before the beauty finished speaking, Yang Hao coughed violently.

Beauty!
Can we read less supernatural books in the future?

"Come on, Yang Hao, tell me something?

That is, during the period from eight o'clock to eight quarters, what is going on in your head?Or is his soul consciousness hiding aside, watching helplessly as something else occupies his body? "

(End of this chapter)