"Good." Qi Beichen nodded and followed.
Although Wen Kuai Wan was at a loss, he had to follow Qi Beichen calmly.
The man in black took them to the door of a small meeting room, stopped and said respectfully, "Mr. Qi, madam, please come inside."
Lin Lao's sharp eyes stare directly at Qi Beichen.
"Where, where." Lin said modestly, and then the conversation changed: "Qi should not only visit me today."
Wen Kuai Wan secretly praises Qi Beichen. He is not only a first-class person, but also a boaster.
"No wonder Mr. Lin's eloquence is so good, and his scripts are so vivid and attractive!"
Lin Chun knew that Qi Beichen was praising him: "Mr. Qi, don't mention that I used to participate in the debate contest when I was in college."
"Ha ha ha." Qi Beichen chuckled and joked with him: "Mr. Lin, have you ever said that you are suitable to be a debater?"
"Where, where, how can I compare with Mr. Qi? He is the leader of all the talented people. For hundreds of years, although Mr. Qi is not the one who goes the same way with me, it is gratifying to see that Huaicheng's economy is booming with the help of Mr. Qi."
But she is very curious. Qi Beichen said that Lin is always a famous director and a native of Huaicheng. Isn't Lin Chun, who won the best director Oscar and retired?
Wen kuaiwan drinks tea in silence. Without speaking, he looks at Qi Beichen and old Lin pushing back and forth, and finds it interesting.
When the masters fight, they are all giving in to each other.
"How can it be that you are famous all over the world. You are the director we should be proud of. You have won so many honors for our country and Huaicheng. You are the object of my study!"
After hearing this, Lin Chun laughed more and more brightly: "Mr. Qi really has a heart. I didn't expect that I, Mr. Lin, would be remembered by Mr. Qi one day. It's really an honor!"
Qi Beichen took Wen kuaiwan to one side of the sofa, picked up a cup of tea, sipped it gracefully, and said without hesitation. He could tell that he was well prepared, but between the lines he respected Mr. Lin.
"That ring is the love of your heart. Thinking that you cherish it so much, Qi also wants to make some modest efforts to photograph it. After a few days of your birthday, Qi also wants to personally deliver it to your family and hand it over to you. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to be invited by you."
On the other side is the last supplier of the exhibits, Lin Chun, who is over 50 years old, but still hale and hearty.
Qi Beichen after listening to smile, politely hand forward, "Lin old."
Wen Kuai Wan, like a man, knew that this was the man who had just called out 500000 at the auction.
In line with the style of the charity party, it was already a luxurious and low-key European style dress. Before Wen had time to appreciate it, he heard a hearty laugh coming to him. "Mr. Qi really made an extraordinary move. He was willing to take 2 million yuan to buy my worthless ring."
Then, the door of the reception hall slowly opened.
Qi Beichen slowly put down the tea cup, sitting casually folded two legs, and then complacently smile: "old Lin's eyes are still so sharp!"
For directors and producers, they must have a sharp eye, so that they can choose the actors correctly, and the right actors can express the characters they want to write incisively and vividly.
"I heard recently that Mr. Lin wants to make a comeback in the performing arts circle and is preparing a script, so I came to know about it." Qi Beichen light way.