When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 44: The foreigners next door saw us and thought we couldn’t afford it

"Of course."

The assistant director who picked up the Zhen De feather fan took over the conversation, "Let alone our uncle, even if it was Emperor Zhaolie or Marquis Wu who was resurrected from history, they would have to queue up and buy tickets."

"Director Zhen, are you going to take us on a trip? To see Emperor Zhaolie and Wu Hou? To be honest, I've wanted to travel on government funds for a long time, to eat Sichuan cuisine and other delicacies without spending a penny!"

The assistant director's eyes lit up.

As if to say, 'Is it true, godfather? Is it true, godfather?'

Zhen De pushed the assistant director's face away with disgust, "Sorry, if you want to dream here, please turn left and lie down on the bed in the dormitory."

"Hey," the assistant director covered his heart in grief, "Director Zhen, you are such a big director, why can't you let us go to Zhaolie Temple for team building?"

"You are so smart that you even went to Zhaolie Temple for team building. Do you want to do that? I am too embarrassed to tell you."

Zhen De's eyes were full of contempt. He was being stingy. After he left the theater, the system was unwilling to provide funds.

Just ask.

The answer was yes.

[Dear, I'm sorry, this system does not provide such services.]
Fine.

Zhen De covered the phone in his pocket.

The assistant director started to act up again, "No way, Director Zhen, this isn't a tour, it's just team building."

"The fox's tail is showing."

Suddenly Zhen De felt someone poking his arm, and when he turned his head, he saw it was Su Jinyu.

"what happened?"

"Here, Director Zhen, the card you dropped."

Su Jinyu handed over a bank card.

Zhen De stepped back and thought to himself, how can I, a big director, take this money? People who don’t know me might think I’m an evil director who sells out the moral integrity of the leading actors in exchange for payment.

Looking at the returned bank card, she thought about it and handed it to Zhen De again.

"Why come again?"

"This is the reward for the extra chapter. I am very satisfied. It is not much, but it is equivalent to a reward."

"Not much?" Zhen De stared at Ka and asked, "A few thousand or tens of thousands?"

Su Jinyu said vaguely, "About the same."

"There's a big gap here—"

Su Jinyu took out her phone and interrupted Zhen De, "We can draft a contract."

"This"

Zhen De and the assistant director looked at each other. What else could they say now that it had come to this?

When Su Jinyu stood up to print, the assistant director volunteered to stand up, patted his chest and said, "I'll do it!"

As soon as the assistant director received the file through a certain goose, he ran away happily.

Liu Bei's focus was not on whether it was stuck or not. Through what the assistant director said, he came to a surprising conclusion, that is, he and the prime minister were worshipped together???

"Director Zhen, how long have Liu Bei and Prime Minister Zhuge been worshipped together?"

"How long?"

Zhen De didn't dwell on what just happened. He estimated, "During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Wuhou Temple and Zhaolie Temple were very close to each other. Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty wrote in a poem, 'The cypress trees in front of the steps of the Prime Minister of Shu, dragons and snakes hold the palace. Yincheng is on the bank of the outer river, and it is facing the east of Huiling.'"

"Huiling is Liu Bei's tomb."

"In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Chun, the King of Shu, moved Zhuge Liang to the Zhaolie Temple on the grounds that 'the monarch and his subjects are one', so the Zhaolie Temple became the only temple in my country that worships both the monarch and his subjects. Also, because the common people missed Zhuge Liang, when they saw the tablets and statues of Zhuge Liang in the Zhaolie Temple, they subconsciously thought that the Zhaolie Temple was the Wuhou Temple."

"It has been over six hundred years since then."

After hearing this, Liu Bei felt a little strange. After all, it was a little strange for a young man in his twenties to know the state of the tomb hundreds of years after his death and even have a chance to see it. However, he was very happy to be worshipped together with Prime Minister Zhuge. As for whether it should be called Zhaolie Temple or Wuhou Temple? Who cares!

When Liu Bei wanted to ask something, the assistant director hurried over, took out a printed contract and handed it to Zhen De.

The assistant director said anxiously: "Director Zhen, look at this amount!" "What? We are directors now, we should remain calm in the face of emergencies--"

Zhen De drank the water slowly. When he saw the amount on the contract, he almost spit out the water. His eyes fell on Su Jinyu's innocent face, "One million???"

No, why can't you get along with this number?

"So many?" Zhen De raised his eyebrows.

Su Jinyu tilted her head and asked, "A lot?"

"Sister, what family do you come from? One million is still——"

"Director Zhen!"

Zhen De's words were interrupted again. He looked back and saw ten purchasing team leaders wearing work badges running towards him breathlessly.

Zhen De immediately picked up a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and handed it over, "Don't worry, don't worry, take your time."

"Thank you," Xiao Ma took a big gulp, and his breathing finally calmed down. "It's like this. We contacted the manufacturer of the Alai 65 camera, and they quoted a price of 15 US dollars for one camera, but it's cheaper to rent it."

Zhen De waved his hand and said, "Buy it. If the foreigners next door see it, they will think we can't afford a camera!"

"But Director Zhen, we also need to calculate the expenses of the staff sent by the manufacturer to teach us how to use the equipment. Please think twice!" Xiao Ma was still persuading.

Zhen De said casually: "Don't be afraid, let them come to the theater, money is not a problem!"

"Hiss - this would cost several million RMB."

"It's okay, just do it."

Zhen De patted Xiao Ma's shoulder solemnly, as if he was giving him a very honorable task.

Xiao Ma also felt that he felt Director Zhen's trust, and nodded heavily, saying, "I will do my best to complete the task assigned to me by Director Zhen!"

"Good good."

Zhen De nodded with satisfaction. This was considered the expense of filming equipment. He didn't have to pay for it anyway, so it was better to buy than rent. Maybe he could even train a group of new photographers.

What a pleasure.

After waving goodbye, he watched Xiao Ma leave.

Zhen De sat back in his seat. He found that everyone around him, whether it was the cameraman, the assistant director, or even Liu Bei, looked at him strangely.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The assistant director took a deep breath and sighed, "Director Zhen, I think what Miss Su said is very right. Is one million a lot? Not much! Zhen De waved his hand and threw out hundreds of W without frowning. So -"

"So what?"

"Why should I film a movie? Godfather, please accept my son's gift!"

Zhen De laughed and scolded, "Get away!"

"okay."

The assistant director walked around and then ran back.

He forced a smile and said, "What do you think? Can you consider traveling?"

"Well?" Zhen De touched his chin.

Su Jinyu raised her hand, "How about I pay for everyone."

Zhen De shouted, "No!"

The assistant director yelled, “OK!”

Liu Bei looked at them happily.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei walked from the teahouse to Liu Bei, and Guan Yu asked, "Brother, what are you so happy about?"