diymy Chapter 61 Please speak Mandarin
Chapter 61 Please speak Mandarin
Gao Yuanyuan and Lin Anjing looked at each other quietly.
A subtle awkwardness hung in the air.
Lin's mother had already stepped over the threshold, her gaze slowly scanning the interior of the convenience store like a scanner.
The navy blue fabric sofa, the reddish-brown short-pile carpet, the art illustrations hanging on the wall, the unidentified manuscript spread out on the long table by the window... every item challenges her perception.
She looked at her husband and couldn't help but question him:
"Are you sure this is a convenience store?"
The decor here feels even more sophisticated than some private clubs!
Lin's father was also stunned.
He remembered this room.
When he came to see the apartment a few months ago, there were three rows of shelves against the wall, with instant noodles and toilet paper scattered on them. The cement floor was dusty and dusty when you stepped on it.
"That's impossible! I drew the map myself, and the sign outside is correct..."
He muttered to himself for a while, then turned his head, glancing over his son's shoulder to confirm that the scenery outside the door did not contradict his memory.
Yes, this is the place.
Mr. Lin withdrew his gaze and re-examined the "convenience store" in front of him, his head buzzing.
Lin Yi then stepped across the threshold, glanced around, and his lips began to twitch.
Shen Teng, Qiao Zhenyu, and the others sat upright, not daring to breathe loudly.
They didn't know who these people were, but judging from Lin An's expression, the newcomers were definitely not ordinary.
Dong Xuan and Gao Lu exchanged a glance and moved aside in unison, making room for each other.
Ji Tao reacted the fastest.
He stood up, his expression shifting from confusion to enthusiasm, the corners of his mouth curving upwards just right:
"Hello, hello, are you Lin An's mother? My name is Ji Tao, and I'm a senior planner at Asia Pacific Film & Television."
Ji Tao turned to the side and introduced the people on the sofa one by one, from left to right:
"This is director Lin Cong, actor Shen Teng, actor Qiao Zhenyu..."
Lin's mother listened blankly to Ji Tao's introduction, her mind a complete mess.
What? He's a director, producer, and planner all at once... Didn't his son enroll in the literature department?
She looked at her husband, her eyes asking again if they had come to the wrong room.
Lin's father, who knew nothing about film and television, wore the same blank expression, looking as if he had no idea what the other person was talking about.
Lin Yi, however, reliably chimed in:
"My name is Lin Yi, and I am Lin An's younger sister."
She pointed to Mr. and Mrs. Lin standing to the side.
"These are our parents, Lin Yuan and Yuan Li."
He then patted the third son's head again:
"Third sister, Lin Meng."
Lin Meng held up the lollipop, which was bigger than her face, and said in a crisp voice:
"Hello everyone!"
The child's voice eased the awkwardness considerably.
Ji Tao squatted down, patted Lin Meng's little head, and exclaimed in admiration:
"She's so cute, she'll definitely grow up to be a great beauty."
No, she'll definitely be a big foodie when she grows up... Lin An silently complained.
Lin Meng really has no interest in being a beautiful woman.
She hugged Lin An's leg, tilted her face up, and said in a sweet voice:
"Can I eat your snacks?"
Lin An looked completely bewildered. "Where did I get these snacks?"
Lin Meng pointed her little finger at the plastic bag her mother was carrying and complained:
"Mom said those are all yours, and she won't let me eat them."
This short sentence contains endless warmth and love.
Gao Yuanyuan stood by the door, her nose tingling slightly, her eyes reddening.
Lin Cong's expression became complicated as his gaze fell on the two bulging plastic bags in his mother's hand, and his thoughts began to churn.
The others were also lost in their own memories.
Lin's mother, who had been in a daze, was caught up in the atmosphere and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.
For some reason, the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, and she looked at her son with bright eyes.
Lin An stared at his mother in shock, and instinctively began to complain:
"You wouldn't go so far as to travel all this way to poison me, would you?"
The smile on Lin's mother's lips froze instantly.
Lin Yi raised his hand to his forehead and sighed deeply.
Lin's father also turned his head away, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.
……
……
"Ouch, be gentle, my ear is going to fall off."
Lin An tilted his head, baring his teeth and begging for mercy.
Lin's mother squeezed out her voice through clenched teeth, and increased the pressure on her hands.
"You heartless wretch! I must have been out of my mind to have given birth to you!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Lin An pleaded for forgiveness repeatedly, tilting his head so much it almost touched his shoulder, "Slip of the tongue, purely a slip of the tongue!"
Lin's mother ignored him completely, twisted his ear and spun him around halfway, making Lin An howl in pain.
The people on the sofa looked at each other in bewilderment.
Shen Teng was the first to lose his composure, turning his head away and his shoulders shaking violently.
Qiao Zhenyu looked down at the script on the coffee table, pretending to study the storyboard, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
Dong Xuan and Gao Lu exchanged a glance, and both saw the same emotion in each other's eyes: they wanted to laugh, but dared not.
"Mom, someone's watching."
Lin An tilted his head, glanced at the sofa out of the corner of his eye, and begged for mercy in a low voice.
Lin's mother then remembered that there were outsiders present, and loosened her grip a little, but her words were still sharp:
"You'll get beaten to death sooner or later because of that mouth of yours!"
Despite saying that, she eventually let go, took a step back, patted the hem of her clothes, and resumed her posture as an elder.
Lin An rubbed his ear, which had been pinched until it was red, and hissed as he looked up with a resentful expression.
"Your strength has remained unchanged for ten years, without the slightest decline."
Lin's mother ignored him, glanced around the room with her chin, and said indifferently:
"Tell me, what happened?"
After her anger subsided, she began to investigate the unusual circumstances surrounding her son:
"What's with these friends? Aren't you in school?"
Lin An sighed and said, "It's a long story."
Lin's mother said expressionlessly, "Then let's keep it brief."
Lin An said, "Money."
Lin's mother: "..."
Her anger, which she had managed to suppress, flared up again.
Lin Yi, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He put down the bag of fruit he was holding and interjected:
"Are you having a meeting? Should we leave?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Tao glanced at the girl in front of him.
A typical high school student outfit: a dark blue school uniform jacket zipped all the way up, and a high ponytail tied meticulously.
His overall facial features bear a slight resemblance to Lin An, but his eyes and brows have a colder edge, giving him an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Ji Tao clicked his tongue inwardly in amazement.
Lin An, that cheeky, unruly, and irritating brat who always makes you want to punch him, actually has such an incredibly calm and composed younger sister.
Simply incredible.
"No need to avoid it."
Ji Tao withdrew his gaze, a professional smile returning to his face, and said in a gentle tone:
"You're Lin An's sister, so you're one of us. Besides, we're not talking about anything shameful."
He pointed to the manuscript on the coffee table and said:
"We're discussing the script your brother wrote. Filming is about to start, and we need to double-check the details."
Lin Yi frowned slightly, as if confirming:
"The script was written by my brother?"
Is it viewable? Or rather, is it possible to film it?
Will it really not be banned?
Ji Tao nodded and said, "Yes, your brother is now famous at the Beijing Film Academy. He sold a script for 8000 yuan for just one episode."
He paused for a moment, then added, "This is the level of a top-tier screenwriter."
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.
Lin's father and mother stared intently at their son, as if he were an alien.
Gao Yuanyuan's eyes widened as well.
She knew Lin An was very capable, but she never expected him to have reached this level.
Faced with everyone's scrutiny, Lin An lowered his head in embarrassment, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Lin Yi seemed to be deep in thought, glanced at the interior decoration, and asked:
"So, he earned all of this by writing screenplays?"
Ji Tao shook his head. "These seem to belong to his friend."
After saying that, he couldn't help but probe, "You didn't know?"
Lin An's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"I've never heard of him having friends like that."
Lin Yi pondered for a moment, his eyes turning somewhat disdainful: "But he does have a lot of bad friends, I haven't really bothered to remember them."
"Thank you so much..." Lin An secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Upon hearing this, Ji Tao didn't press the matter further.
That kid may be annoying with his words, but he definitely has the ability.
Coupled with his own courage and determination, it's not impossible for him to make one or two friends who can speak directly to the emperor in a place as chaotic as the capital.
Lin's father didn't pay much attention to these details.
He didn't understand anything about producers or directors, nor did he care whose furniture it was. All he knew was that his son had made something of himself, and that was enough for him.
He patted Lin An on the shoulder with a smile and grinned:
"I didn't expect you to earn so much money so quickly. It seems it's only a matter of time before you fulfill your promise."
Lin An nodded awkwardly, thinking to himself, "If you hadn't brought this up, we could still be friends."
"snort!"
Lin's mother gave a soft snort, slightly raising her chin, her tone carrying its usual critical edge:
"It's only 8000 yuan, still a long way from the goal."
That's what she said, but the upturned corners of her mouth couldn't be hidden, and the smugness on her face was practically overflowing from the screen.
Lin Yi turned his head away, not wanting to see his mother's embarrassing state.
Gao Yuanyuan, however, was somewhat curious about that "agreement".
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin's mother and Lin An, and subconsciously asked:
"What agreement?"
Lin Yi glanced back at the strikingly beautiful woman and said in a calm tone:
"My brother and my mom made a deal: within two years, he either had to establish himself in the film and television industry or earn 50,000 yuan. Otherwise, he would have to give up on this path, go to school, and take the civil service exam."
Gao Yuanyuan blinked, turned her head, and looked at Lin An:
"So you've already finished?"
"What?" Lin Yi was taken aback.
"What?" Lin's mother's voice rang out from another direction at the same time, filled with obvious surprise.
Lin's father also turned his head, his expression changing from gratified to bewildered.
The living room fell silent again.
All eyes fell on Gao Yuanyuan, and then followed her gaze to Lin An's face.
Lin An stood frozen in place, his lips twitching slightly.
Gao Yuanyuan seemed to realize something, glanced at Lin An furtively, and whispered, "Didn't you tell your family?"
Lin An remained silent for a long time before walking towards the gate:
"I suddenly remembered I have some things to do at school, so I'll head out first."
"Don't move!"
Lin's mother grabbed her son by the back of his collar with such force that it was as if she were apprehending a fugitive.
Lin An was pulled backward and staggered a couple of steps before he could barely regain his balance.
"Mom, we're in public, be mindful of your behavior." He tried to break free from that iron-like hand.
Lin's mother completely ignored his protests, turned her head, and fixed her gaze on Gao Yuanyuan:
"What do you mean by 'completed'?"
Gao Yuanyuan felt a little uncomfortable under Lin's mother's gaze and subconsciously took a half step back.
She glanced at Lin An, as if to confirm, "Can I say this?"
Lin An remained expressionless, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge her.
"that is......"
Gao Yuanyuan carefully considered her words, "Lin An recently sold a batch of furniture, and the income is quite good."
Lin's mother hurriedly asked, "How many did you sell?"
She overlooked the origin of Lin An Furniture.
Compared to real money, this is nothing to worry about.
Gao Yuanyuan pursed her lips and whispered:
"It seems to be over 600,000."
Boom! Boom!
Lin's mother seemed to have been struck by lightning, and took two steps back.
Mr. Lin gasped, "Over six hundred thousand! Who...who spends so much money on furniture?"
He did know that some pieces of furniture were very valuable, even priceless, but the number of people qualified to acquire such furniture was extremely limited.
Gao Yuanyuan glanced at Lin An again, and seeing that he still didn't react, she had no choice but to continue:
"Wang Fei and Nicholas Tse are decorating their new home."
Lin's father, Lin's mother, and Lin Yi all fell into a long silence.
The three of them began to drift off into their own thoughts without prior arrangement.
Was that person really speaking Chinese?
Why is it that I can understand each word individually, but when they are put together, they are so confusing?
Also, did Lin An really only go away for two months?
Is it really not 20 years?