??Chapter 579: 579. Ultraman and the Little Monster_1
Chapter 579: 579. Ultraman and the Little Monster_1
Join the crew?
Lun Chuan couldn’t help but think of his screenwriter friend who had taken on a script—
After returning from three months of scriptwriting, the person was haggard and weak. Six months of rest later, and still no inspiration for writing had co. If you asked, all you’d get was a string of curses:
“The script’s been revised over and over, and in the middle of the night, there’s still problems. The director wants changes, the producer wants changes, even the prop departnt has opinions, saying we have a small budget so no elaborate scenes!”
“In the end, even the extras unit had comnts, saying the producer didn’t want scenes with more than eight people…”
“And the lead actor’s even worse! So dedicated, morizes lines—only to morize them wrong and refuses to accept a NG, causing the subsequent scenes to be a ss. And I have to fix it!”
“Screenwriting? Not even a dog would do it!”
He recalled the other person’s irritable deanor, and his scalp tightened at the thought. He hastily declined: “I don’t really have experience in screenwriting. We can chat, but joining the crew is unnecessary.”
Yun Feng, who also knew about screenwriting, laughed: “I get it, I get it! They’re just asking, this isn’t part of the contract, and besides, with your worth, screenwriting would be priced separately.”
“Since that’s the case, let’s not talk about it for now. We’ll see if things actually kick-off. There’s still lots of hassle picking locations in the early stages.”
As he spoke, he started packing his stuff: “Need
to buy any groceries? I can bring them over on the way.”
Lun Chuan thought for a mont—his ho was stocked with pickled vegetables and dried veggies, but they were out of at, so he simply said: “Then just buy so at, whatever you feel like eating, buy it on your way over.”
All right!
Lun Chuan’s cooking, ah…
Truth be told, if he didn’t beco a writer and started selling private kitchen delicacies, he would definitely make a fortune! Yun Feng packed his things and decisively left work early, taking off at a trot. Before leaving, he still had to make a token announcent:
“I’m off to deliver the contract to the writer.”
…
Song Tan did indeed receive a ssage from Lun Chuan:
“Thank you, I have received everything, and it was very delicious. But there’s no need to send any more, I appreciate the gesture. I’ve followed the shop, so I can buy myself if needed.”
“Also, there’s so white liquor at ho no one drinks, after you receive it, you could give it to your family to try.”
The two of them, besides their courier exchanges, could say they hardly knew each other. Lun Chuan drafted his ssage carefully, and actually found it particularly difficult to reply.
Much harder than writing his usual scripts!
However, Song Tan just glanced at the ssage briefly and figured she still had to send gifts regardless. Otherwise, wouldn’t his burn injury have been for nothing?
One should at least try to make ands slowly, right?
So, she responded with the universal cure-all:
“Alright!”
Then she put the phone down and went to help Brother Xiaozhang with the boxes—a huge, perfectly square box addressed to Song Tan. She rembered the recent ssage, thinking that he probably sent over the entire warehouse’s stock of liquor.
But when she opened it—it was just a stack of square acrylic cases, each with a slightly different Ultraman figure inside…
Song Tan: …
Brother Xiaozhang: …
Only Qiaoqiao cheered, dropping the tea leaves in her hand and rushing over: “Teacher Xin! Did you send these to ? There’s so many, wow!”
Xin Jun poked her head out from upstairs: “Yeah, I said two gifts, didn’t I? This one was delayed in shipping, so it only arrived today.”
Qiaoqiao was already joyfully cradling the boxes, taking them upstairs one by one: “I’m going to display them in the living room, study, and bedroom!”
After thinking, she looked pleadingly at Song Tan: “Sister, could you buy
a cabinet? I have too many, they won’t fit in the cubes.”
Song Tan couldn’t help but feel a headache!
With your hundred-plus figures, what kind of cabinet could possibly hold them all?
After all, when Qiaoqiao ntioned ‘arranging,’ she definitely didn’t an just stuffing them into a cabinet and calling it a day; rather, it ant to seriously display them.
No matter how spacious the upstairs is, can it withstand such an arrangent?
“Here’s the thing,” she cleared her throat, “you can’t be too generous with your love. You first liked Seiro, and now you like Ultraman Tiga; you have to have so order of preference, right?”
“Otherwise, even if you display them all, your eyes can’t possibly cover them every day, and those not seen might feel slighted, right?”
“How about this, lock up all the Ultran in the cabinet. Then, when you’re watching a particular Ultraman series, just display the relevant Ultran from that series—just think about how ceremonial that would feel!”
Qiaoqiao thought about it, and it seed to make sense!
He nodded decisively, “Sister, you’re so smart! I’ll go and arrange them now!”
Brother Xiaozhang looked at Song Tan with an indescribable expression, “Your house is so big, it can’t possibly be too small to fit them, right?”
Song Tan was even more world-weary, “You don’t understand—I originally thought there was only one Ultraman. Then I discovered he has over a hundred, and there are even matching monsters. Now the Ultran are displayed; where do we put the monsters in the future?”
Brother Xiaozhang: …
He wiped his face and turned to fetch more boxes from the delivery truck:
“Here, this says it’s food; does your family still need to buy things to eat from outside?”
“No, not really,” Song Tan opened the box, “these are so seasonings we ordered.”
The Sichuan peppercorns arrived yesterday; the seller was honest and sent seven pounds for the price of five, saying they were samples for Professor Song to try.
Professor Song didn’t take them, so Song Tan benefited from the extras.
Today, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, and the like were all in place, and the tea had dried…
Could we try this new tea-infused egg tonight?
She held an assortnt of seasonings in her hands and decisively entered the kitchen.
Seventh Uncle looked at the pile of boxes in her hands, sniffing and tasting each one by one, and couldn’t help but exclaim:
“It has to be Professor Song! These varieties he recomnded, I can’t find them on the market—it really is quality stuff. This quality, this flavor, it’s so potent!”
As he spoke, he quickly grabbed the seasonings, placing each kind on separate plates:
“These are different blends; I’ll write them down later, categorize them, and tonight we’ll taste and see which one is better.”
“Once we’ve decided, you can have soone send over the seasonings, and we can start selling them online.”
In front of him, there were several pounds of each variety, and for the tea-infused eggs, you didn’t need much per pack—nearly enough to make seven or eight hundred packs, enough for the initial sales launch.
Great!
Song Tan rubbed her hands together in anticipation, “Once the tea-infused eggs are available, we’ll give Brother Yanping and the others a vacation!”
After thinking it over, she asked again, “Seventh Uncle, you’ve been cooking every day for the past few months; do you need a vacation too?”
“And when we start construction on the mountain, we’ll need to provide als there too. I plan to go to the market for the bulk purchase of rice, flour, at, and vegetables, but do you have a suitable chef on your side?”
Seventh Uncle was silent.
He had previously taken on an apprentice, but that apprentice… it’s better left unntioned.
After thinking for a mont, he said, “I don’t need a vacation. When I’m at my own ho, I have to cook anyway. Here, there are more people and it’s livelier, and the food is better.”
“As for a chef suitable for cooking large communal als… I’ll ask around. How much do you plan to pay in terms of salary?”
He was paid 5000, but this place was ho, and at Song Tan’s house, the food and drink were different.
But the mountain situation couldn’t be calculated the sa way. Not to ntion anything else, where would people live initially?
Song Tan was well-prepared, “I’ve discussed it with Grandpa; initially, people can stay at his place until the houses on the mountain are built. Then, when those are ready, his old house here can be renovated.”
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