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After the banquet, everyone left and had a great time.

Everyone was drunk and staggering. After all, since the start of the "Journey to the West" crew, they had never had a more sumptuous dinner than tonight's. Naturally, they kept toasting Fangyan, who paid for the banquet out of his own pocket, as if they would not stop until he was drunk.

In fact, they did it.

Fangyan was drunk and unconscious. Gong Xing supported his left body with great effort and tried to help him back to the room.

"let me help you."

Zhu Lin immediately lent a hand and supported the right half of his body.

Gong Xing thanked him, and then the two of them helped Fang Yan back to the room, one on each side.

As soon as Fang Yan lay on the bed, Zhu Lin squatted down and gently took off his shoes for him.

Gong Xing said hurriedly: "Let me do it."

"fine."

Zhu Lin put his shoes neatly in place and said, "This is the first time I've seen Teacher Fang drink like this."

"He's like this every time he gets drunk, but the good thing is that he doesn't get mad or crazy."

Gong Xing took over and took off his socks. "Fall down and fall asleep, just like now, sleeping like Zhu Bajie."

Zhu Lin joked, "Pfft, if Teacher Fang knew you called him 'Bajie', I wonder what he would think."

"Don't be afraid. It's not the first time I've said that."

Gong Xing smiled, then picked up the thermos and poured hot water into the enamel cup and washbasin.

Zhu Lin reminded: "The water is too hot, it needs to be cooled down."

"I'll go get some cold water." Gong Xing picked up the basin, "Zhu Lin, help me keep an eye on him."

Zhu Lin agreed, and after she left the room, he and Fang Yan were the only ones left in the room.

After staring at Fangyan quietly for a while, I saw his mouth moving slightly, as if he was mumbling something.

Curious and hesitant, he leaned over and moved closer. A smell of alcohol hit him in the face, and a mosquito-like voice came from his ear:
"Water... water..."

"water!"

Zhu Lin was startled and quickly ran to the table and brought over the hot water that Gong Xing had already poured.

He blew again and again at the steaming cup, but it was obvious that boiling water could not cool down so quickly.

Seeing Fangyan, who was thirsty and kept shouting "water", Zhu Lin suddenly had an idea. He took another empty enamel cup from the table and poured the hot water back and forth between the two cups. After pouring for a while, he took a small sip himself out of concern.

After confirming that the water temperature was correct, he carefully lifted Fangyan's head and fed the water into his mouth little by little.

Like a long-drought finally ending in a downpour, Fangyan drank greedily. But after drinking half a glass of water, he still didn't feel thirsty and kept chattering.

"This this……"

Zhu Lin glanced at the other enamel cup he had drunk from, feeling extremely conflicted. He could hear the faint sound of a dialect person calling for water.

In a hurry, he no longer hesitated and fed the water to Fangyan while talking to himself:

"It's okay, it's okay, I just took a small sip. From a pharmaceutical point of view, the concentration is not that high, only 5%."

"No, it's 1%!"

As someone who has worn a white coat, she constantly gives herself psychological hints.

Fangyan drank the water slowly, smacked his lips a few times, and fell into a deep sleep with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhu Lin pursed her lips and stared at him with complicated eyes. Various emotions intertwined together and finally turned into a faint sigh.

Soon, Gong Xing came in with a basin of warm water mixed with cold water and placed it on the table carefully:

"Well, he didn't say anything nonsense, did he?"

"No no."

Zhu Lin's cheeks turned slightly red, and he stood up in a panic, "I'm leaving first. I won't stay here to disturb you in taking care of him."

Gong Xing felt something was odd, but didn't see anything wrong, so he patted the back of her hand.

"I'll come to your room when I'm done, and we'll continue what we didn't finish talking about on the train."

"No, let's come here. Director Yang and the others are still living in my room."

"it is good!"

Gong Xing first sent Zhu Lin away, and then took care of the drunk Fang Yan skillfully, wiping his face, taking off his clothes, wiping his body, and washing his feet, all in one go.

After covering himself with the quilt, Fangyan seemed to have found a warm harbor and fell into a deeper sleep. He didn't know how long it had passed until the drunkenness wore off a little. In a daze, he heard bursts of sobbing sounds, like weeping, complaining, resentful, and longing. The lingering sound could be heard in his ears.

………………

The next day, the bright sunshine shone on the bed.

Fangyan was awakened by the urge to pee, so he quickly went to the toilet. When he came back, he found Gong Xing rubbing his eyes and getting up lazily.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, I just wanted to see you."

"You're saying something so corny so early in the morning. Are you planning to do something bad again?"

Gong Xing wrapped himself tightly in a blanket and said, "I'm warning you, this is not home, don't mess around like you did before!"

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Yan looked at you from head to toe, "I just wanted to see if you were crying."

"cry?"

Gong Xing was stunned, "No, why should I cry?"

"That's weird. I clearly heard someone crying last night, saying things like 'sleeping in separate beds', 'arguing', 'divorce'..."

Fangyan frowned.

Gong Xing's heart skipped a beat and he said evasively, "You must have heard wrongly. There were only you and me in the room yesterday."

Fangyan thought he was just hallucinating because he was drunk and didn't take it seriously.

"Okay, don't think too much about it."

Gong Xing changed the subject and said that he had conducted a careful and in-depth investigation of the "Journey to the West" crew yesterday. In addition to the lack of advanced wire equipment and camera equipment, there was no dedicated props team. Due to limited funds, the so-called props could only be created by relying on the wisdom of the staff.

For example, the golden cudgel is a hollow stainless steel stick. When shooting martial arts scenes, it is replaced with a wooden stick.

"What are you going to do?"

Fangyan said with a smile.

"I don't know how it's done in Hollywood, but when filming 'Baby Smart Stars', in addition to physical props, they also used a 3D character creation software purchased from the United States." Gong Xing pursed his lips, "But this set seems to cost more than 100,000 Hong Kong dollars."

"We will also use this kind of technical software in the future."

Fangyan waved his hand generously and said, "Buy it. Just think of it as us practicing on Journey to the West."

“But these are not the root causes.”

Gong Xing said that these technologies or equipment are very helpful to the "Journey to the West" crew, but the most urgent thing at the moment is that someone can invest two to three million yuan in "Journey to the West" so that the crew can shorten the number of episodes and successfully complete the filming task.

"Well, I've thought about this a long time ago."

Fang Yan said: "But before we attract investment, we have to go back to Beijing as soon as possible and find a way to convince CCTV first."

However, Yang Ju was bolder than him. She acted first and reported later. She divided the work among the crew. One group continued to stay in Changbai Mountain in Jicheng to film "Journey to the West", one group packed their luggage and rushed to various parts of the country to make full use of their respective connections to seek funds, and the last group followed her to Beijing.

Everyone took action, and Fang Yan accompanied Yang Ju to the CCTV, trying every means to persuade the leadership to agree to the plan of attracting external sponsorship. At the same time, under Fang Yan's instructions, Gong Xing disclosed the truth of the anonymous report letter of "Journey to the West", as well as the news that the filming might be suspended due to financial shortage, to "Wenyi Bao", "Yanjing Daily" and other newspapers in an "anonymous" manner.

All of a sudden, the news that "Journey to the West" might be suspended spread quickly through major newspapers across the country, attracting widespread attention from all walks of life. Many enthusiastic people either called CCTV or wrote letters and sent money to lend a helping hand. Even some children who were eagerly looking forward to the broadcast of "Journey to the West" took the initiative to send their New Year's money to CCTV without hesitation.

Under the pressure of public opinion, CCTV had to make an exception and give the green light to the crew of "Journey to the West" both emotionally and logically.

"Yanzi, Xiaoxiang said that this idea was yours, is that true?"

Fangyan, with his big belly sticking out, stared straight at Fangyan and Gong Xing.

"It must have been Iwako's idea!"

Han Yuemin said, "When the Chinese women's volleyball team won the championship, it was him who secretly called the newspaper office and told them that I had hung a banner that said 'If miracles have a color, it must be Chinese red'. But they didn't inform me, so when I faced the reporters, my mind went blank."

"Ahem, doesn't this seem natural?"

Fang Yan repeatedly reminded them: "This matter should only be known to our own people, and we should not tell anyone else."

Han Yuemin couldn't help but tease: "I know, I know, you want to learn from Lei Feng and do good things without leaving a name."

Fangyan asked, "So, are you willing to do something that can make you famous and do good things, brother-in-law?"

"You mean the sponsorship for the filming of Journey to the West? No problem, I'll take care of the money!"

Han Yuemin patted his chest, full of confidence.

Fangyan said in a joking tone: "It seems that my brother-in-law has made a lot of money from the 101 hair growth liquid business. It's time to fight the local tycoons again."

"Hehe." Han Yuemin touched his nose.

Fang Hong smiled and said, "When he came back from the autumn meeting in eastern Guangdong, he kept telling me about the big orders that earned him millions."

"Not much, not much, just three or four million!"

Han Yuemin corrected him, "But this is only the first batch. If the sales are good, we will only sell more and more in the future!"

Fangyan said: "Brother-in-law should pay for the sponsorship of Journey to the West, but it can't be paid by you alone."

"why is that?"

Fang Hong, Gong Xing and others looked at each other in confusion.

"If a tree stands out in the forest, it will be destroyed by the wind. If you, a private enterprise affiliated with Jianlibao, take out 300 million at one time, what will the outside world think? How much shock will it cause to the society?" Fang Yan said, "At this time, we can't be too low-key, but we can't be too high-profile either."

"Right, right, right. Don't show off your wealth."

Han Yuemin immediately realized, "Then we can get Jianlibao to invest together, but I don't know if Brother Li will agree?"

"It would be best if he pays this money, but it's OK if he doesn't. You can just invest part of the money in the name of Jianlibao."

Fang Yan said: "By then, Li Jingwei will probably have to owe you a favor. If your company wants to separate from Jianlibao in the future..."

"Great! That's great! Let's do it!"

Han Yuemin's eyes lit up instantly, "I'll call Brother Li right now and ask him whether he will invest or not."

At this moment, Fang Hong screamed, and a wave of pain swept over her, "The monkey in my stomach is making trouble again!"

Seeing her breathing rapidly and crying out in pain, Gong Qian asked in panic, "Is Sister about to give birth?"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry to the hospital!"

Yang Xia was very experienced. She directed the somewhat panicked Han Yuemin, Fang Yan and others, telling them to drive and to help others.

There was no panic at all, and before leaving, he even asked neighbors like Su Ya to help look after the house.

Everyone sent Fang Hong to Union Hospital. Fang Yan used his reputation to ask the director of obstetrics and gynecology to come in person.

The sound of trivial footsteps echoed in the corridor. Han Yuemin paced back and forth, while Gong Xing, Yang Xia and others were restless.

"Don't worry, the surgeon who performed the surgery on me is a nationally renowned obstetrician and gynecologist, known as the 'Mother of Ten Thousand Babies'."

The dialect soothed their anxious and restless emotions.

After a while, the director and the head nurse wearing masks came out of the operating room. "She is in very good condition. Although she is a few days away from full-term delivery, it is not a big problem. We recommend a natural birth... If there is no objection, the family members can sign it."

"Brother-in-law."

Fang Yan nudged the confused Han Yuemin with his elbow, and Han Yuemin suddenly came to his senses and signed his name.

Since 82, the hospital has had a system of requiring family members or units to sign, and later changed it to requiring family members or related persons to sign.

Moreover, in the era of family planning, having a child required a license. When a couple applied to have their first child, the application would be reviewed by their work unit or neighborhood (village) committee, and then approved by the street office or township government where the woman lived, and then a birth certificate would be issued.

Any birth without a birth certificate will be considered an unplanned birth.

After signing, the director, the head nurse and others turned around and walked back in a hurry.

The "Operation" sign above the operating room soon flashed red.

Thump thump thump! Han Yuemin's legs began to shake nervously, and he kept muttering something.

Fang Yan patted his shoulder and diverted his attention:
"Brother-in-law, have you decided on a name for your child?"

"Yes, of course. I heard from my sister that you two discussed this for a long time, right?"

Gong Xing understood what he meant and cooperated tacitly to calm the mood of Yang Xia, Han Yuemin and others.

When this was mentioned, Han Yuemin immediately became excited:

"We've already discussed it. According to calculations, the birth date should be the beginning of winter, so no matter if it's a boy or a girl, the nickname will be Dongdong."

"What about the name?"

Fang Yan, Yang Xia and others all looked at him with concern.

"I originally wanted to name the boy Han Dong and the girl Han Yue, as it's the coldest time of the year."

Han Yuemin said helplessly: "But your sister said 'Han Dong' sounds like a girl's name, so it was changed to 'Han Han'."

Han Han! ?
Fangyan's eyes widened in shock.

Han Yuemin, Yang Xia and others looked at each other in bewilderment: "What's wrong, Yanzi? Is there anything wrong with the name we came up with?"

Fang Yan pretended to cough and said, "No, it's good, but I think the name 'Han Dong' is also good."

"You think it's good too, don't you?"

Han Yuemin clapped his hands. Who said the name "Han Dong" was feminine? This name was great.

Everyone's tense nerves gradually relaxed until the red light in the operating room went out and the door was opened again.

Han Yuemin rushed over and asked, "How is it, how is it, nurse?"

"Mother and daughter are safe." The head nurse untied her mask and said, "Family members can come in."

"Whoo~"

Yang Xia, Gong Xing and others breathed a sigh of relief. Fang Yan was also relieved, but felt a little regretful. It was a pity that the name Han Han could not be used.

Generally speaking, the mother will stay in the delivery room after a normal birth.

He was sent back to the ward two hours later for observation to prevent various adverse reactions, accidents, or even heavy bleeding.

Everyone tiptoed into the delivery room and heard a crying baby coming from the cradle. The baby was lying flat with wrinkled skin.

They circled around the children one by one, and Gong Xing stared at them closely, with a bit of longing and expectation in his gentle eyes.

"Do you like it?" Fangyan smiled knowingly and whispered, "How about we have a baby too?"

Gong Xing's face flushed, and he hummed softly, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the baby's loud cry. (End of this chapter)