【"Yang Hao, hello!"

"Are you..., Mr. Yuan?"

"Yes, I am the Yuan Zhonghua who contacted you. He was born in 1963 and is 47 years old this year. I have been paying attention to you since the video about your schizophrenia appeared on Youku.

Why is this schizophrenia so weird?

If you get sick at the right time, you will be cured at the right time. It seems that there is no case of this strange symptom in the world."

"Ha ha…"】

Looking at Yang Hao who was smiling awkwardly in the video, to be honest, Liu Yifei was a little confused.

Sister Nana, are you crazy today?

You're not crazy, why are you letting me see this?

Also, is Yang Hao crazy?

If he wasn't crazy, why would he take photographer Zhang Jiarui to Zoucheng, a small county in Shandong Province? Could it be that the post-production of the movie "People on the Road" has been completed?

If it wasn't completed, why would Yang Hao go to that place? Don't you know that several major domestic film and television distribution companies are already preparing to jointly target him?

Liu Yifei was confused, but the video on the computer continued:

["Well... Mr. Yuan, let's talk about your affairs first!"

"OK!

Yang Hao, ah no..., actually I should call you Director Yang.

Director Yang, on the third day of your crowdfunding for the movie "The Road to Misfortune", I spent 20,000 yuan from my own pocket to buy 20,000 shares of your movie.

If you don’t believe me, take a look, this is my bank transfer record, and this is the equity certificate mailed to me by your Only You Film Studio.”]

Equity Certificate…

Lying down on the computer screen and looking at it carefully, Liu Yifei couldn't help but feel a little proud.

This middle-aged man's equity certificate is green with a blue background, not at all as solemn and dignified as his black leather, white background with gold rim.

Humph... there is naturally a huge gap between the equity certificate worth 20,000 yuan and the certificate worth 200,000 yuan!

["Well, Mr. Yuan, the equity certification and bank transfer records in your hand are consistent with the information I have here. I can prove that this is true."

"No, no, Director Yang, I'm not asking you to help me verify the authenticity of the equity certificate, but I'm asking you to do me a favor."

"Okay, you tell me!"

"Director Yang, as I just said, I was born in 1963, joined the army in 1983, and served on the Laoshan front line in 1984."

"Oh, it turns out you are still a hero, I salute you!"]

Nonsence!

Look at Yang Hao’s saluting posture in the video.

Liu Yifei despised him from the bottom of her heart.

It's not standard at all, and I don't know what this guy has been training in these years of military training. If it were him, he would definitely be able to salute in a standard way!

["Director Yang, you can't be called a hero!"

Because everyone who can be called a hero has actually died."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan, it's my fault that it brought back your sad past."

"Haha, no...

Director Yang, I called and asked you to come to Shandong Province just to ask you for a favor. One of my comrades in arms is named Ren Quanwei, a native of Zoucheng. He died on the Laoshan front line in 1984 and is now buried in Ma. No. 47, Platform 6, Lipo Martyrs Cemetery.

Because his family was in a poor financial situation and had little income, the whole family lived on the four-thirds of land at home. Therefore, his family rarely went to Malipo to pay homage to my comrades.

As early as ten years ago, when I couldn't bear it anymore, I sponsored this comrade's father to visit Malipo's grave.

Now, ten years have passed.

Ren Quanwei's younger brother said that his father wanted to visit Malipo again, because the old man is over 70 years old this year, and he doesn't know if he will have the opportunity to visit his son's grave again in the future."

"Well, Mr. Yuan, how do you want me to help you?"]

What did you say?!

Liu Yifei is a little angry!

I listened so well that I was almost moved to tears, but you, Yang Hao, abruptly interrupted my mood at this time.

Damn, damn, damn it!

["Director Yang, listen to me.

Ren Quanwei's father is a strong man. He has said more than once that my son sacrificed his life for the country, which was glorious. As a parent, I cannot hold him back.

If I have money, I will go to see him. If I don’t have money, I will miss him in my heart and will not use other people’s money to go to Wenshan, Yunnan Province, because no one’s money comes from the strong wind.”

"so what?"

"So, the old man has been picking up garbage in our county for two years and earned four to five thousand yuan. Excluding the part spent due to illness, he still has about one thousand five hundred and fifty-six yuan in hand.

But Director Yang, our place is 2,500 kilometers away from Malipo, Wenshan. The tickets for the father and son, plus food, drinks and accommodation, even if they save money, it will cost 5,000 yuan for a round trip."]

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Liu Yifei didn't dare to wipe it, fearing that it would cause more bleeding.

An old man collected garbage for two years in order to sweep the grave of his hero's son and earned 1,500. If this continues, when will he be able to reach Malipo?

How about I donate some to him?

So, Liu Yifei picked up the phone without thinking, but when she picked up the phone, she was at a loss.

Who should I send this money to?

I have neither a phone number nor a bank account number.

And the video still continues.

["Director Yang, the reason why I brought you here is to discuss something with you?"

"Mr. Yuan, tell me!"

"Director Yang, you are a movie maker. Can you add a scene for the old man in the movie, and then give him a salary of 10,000 yuan, so that he can earn more easily so that he can see his son's tombstone as soon as possible!

Because the remuneration is also the old man's labor remuneration, I believe he will receive it with peace of mind. You must know that he has neither troubled the government nor us villagers in these years.

And I funded his travel expenses to Malipo, and he paid it back to me afterwards."

"Um…"

"Director Yang, don't hesitate. I won't let you suffer. I can mortgage the transfer records and equity certificates of the 20,000 yuan with you. This is equivalent to me paying for the old man to act in a movie.

You know, you made a promise in the video that if you invest 10,000 yuan, you can get a role in the movie."

"Well... Mr. Yuan, didn't you just say you would pay the old man 10,000 yuan?"

“It’s ten thousand!

And for the other ten thousand, I hope you can pay it to another person in the same way."

"who?"

"We also have a martyr named Zhang Xianghua in Zoucheng. After his death, he was also buried in the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery, and his family's life is even more difficult. The old mother is over 70 years old this year and has never paid homage to her heroic son. .”]

"Promise now, promise now, you bastard!"

Seeing Yang Hao hesitate in the video, Liu Yifei became angry, opened her mouth and started swearing.

But while he was cursing, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked back, his mother Liu Xiaoli was standing behind him.

"Well…"

Liu Yifei wanted to explain, in fact, I am not like this at ordinary times. I have always been a good girl as you asked me to do. It’s just that Yang Hao in today’s video is too hateful. The hero’s parents have no money to pay homage to their son. Someone wants to ask him for help. The old man felt more at ease accepting the donation, but he didn't expect this guy to refuse.

Damn it, it’s really too hateful!

Before Liu Yifei opened her mouth, Liu Xiaoli murmured to herself:
Chapter completed!