With the tea cup aside, Wei Chenghua smiled and said, "My life and clothing at home are very simple, Xiao Liu, don't care."

Gao Xu noticed Wei Chenghua's clothes that were suspected to be pajamas and his feet without socks, and responded quietly: "Whether you are willing to be close to the people is Mr. Wei's freedom."

Wei Chenghua was stunned for a moment and looked at Gao Xu. Even Miaojin also silently observed them.

Gao Xu was unwilling to open his eyes to tell lies. For obvious reasons, he was dressed neatly and wore his most expensive watch to visit. However, the owner was wearing pajamas-like clothes to meet guests, and obviously had no respect. After all, it was understandable not to wear modern formal clothes, but even traditional clothes were slightly decent clothes.

Because the Ming Dynasty continued ancient etiquette, no matter which dynasty, it was impolite to see guests in disheveled clothes. Unless Cao Cao was anxious when he heard that the talent came, he was worthy of understanding.

However, many civilians who are kind of gentle and strong are kneeling when they see rich people, so they take the initiative to find reasons for others, such as being simple and not being arrogant, and they are not qualified to care. But Gao Xu finds it difficult to develop such a mentality.

However, Gao Xu said it implicitly and modestly, and said the word "friendly" temporarily, which could maintain the atmosphere. Wei Chenghua is considered a rich man, and he is unwilling to be friendly to the people, so he is too lazy to have respectful etiquette, and there is no problem.

Wei Chenghua immediately laughed "haha": "Xiao Liu is a very interesting person."

Gao Xu also smiled and handed over the script next to him with both hands: "We made an animation script, which is very creative. Please read it by Mr. Wei."

After taking the script, Wei Chenghua flipped it out and threw it aside: "Didn't this word written by Xiao Liu?"

Gao Xu looked at the script he had worked hard to create, so he had to smile and said, "Old Wei has good eyesight. This is written by a screenwriter I hired. His handwriting is indeed a bit immature. But the focus is still on the content."

Wei Chenghua said: "I only love Shizu's calligraphy. I heard that Xiao Liu is also a fellow disciple? By the way, I just got an authentic copy recently."

When he said this, he immediately took out a long wooden box from the cabinet next to him with great enthusiasm, and then took out a roll of old paper from it. He spread it carefully on the desk, looked at it intoxicatedly for a while, and then made gestures to ask Gao Xu to see it.

Gao Xu only took a look and felt it was fake. Because he had never written words on such a large piece of paper, the most written was the government orders with small characters. However, the counterfeiters did take time to forge this paper. It looked like time is really the feeling of time, and the details were very realistic.

"This word is well written." Gao Xu pondered.

Miao Jin next to him looked at Gao Xu's expression and immediately said, "Dad, you have been cheated of, this is fake."

Wei Chenghua laughed and said, "You don't understand. This thing comes from a friend of mine who is a history professor and a collector who introduces it. People are reliable, but things are reliable. How many days have Xiaowan studied history major? Is it better than a professor?"

Miao Jin said unhappily: "How could that person be terrible? He must be a liar. Dad has to check on his friends."

Wei Chenghua shook his head and said to Gao Xu: "Xiaowan never gives me face, haha."

Gao Xu said: "It is generally difficult to tell the authenticity of the naked eye. No matter who sees it, it is like this. I don't know it very much. However, Xiaowan is Mr. Wei's own family. Since she said that, you might as well go to a professional antique institution to appraise it."

Wei Chenghua nodded and said, "Little Liu's words are reasonable."

Gao Xu took advantage of the topic to come to an end and immediately said: "This animation is called "Dream Searching for Dreams". The creativity and script are very good. It is definitely a high-quality project. I am confident that I can earn a lot of returns for investors."

Wei Chenghua said calmly: "I also have related industries under my name, and I have a little understanding of it. This thing is not that simple, and there are many factors that affect returns."

Gao Xu said: "The key is the content. A wonderful story has been more than half successful, which is a necessary condition for the success of commercial works.

Most of the billions of viewers are ordinary people. If the story is not good and the plot is not exciting and touching, no matter how professional it is, it is not useful to promote it, because there are some things that everyone does not understand. And a good story, a touching emotion, allows the audience to enjoy spiritual enjoyment, and many people are willing to spend money."

"It makes sense." Wei Chenghua nodded slightly, with a kind and calm expression. Perhaps his performance at this time can be interpreted as disapproving, but he does not want to argue with young people.

Gao Xu still patiently persuaded: "Once you invest in entertainment products, once you catch the hot products, the returns are limitless. No matter how well you do, the profits are limited, because the number of people who need to buy these products can be expected. But animation and movies are different. The global market for billions of people, profits and costs may increase exponentially."

He reminded again: "Why don't you look at this script first?"

Wei Chenghua's hand shot on the script, "Young people should receive encouragement and help, and Xiao Liu is preparing to produce it in Wei's animation factory?"

Gao Xu nodded and said, "Yes. I have visited that animation factory several times, and there is no problem as a whole. And the biggest advantage of our project lies in the content of the story."

Wei Chenghua said: "Companies that are not listed generally come from multiple investors."

Gao Xu said: "What Mr. Wei said."

Wei Chenghua raised his hand and then stretched out a finger: "In this way, I will inject one million yuan into you. I also have some friends' contact information, and I will send it to you later."

Gao Xu suddenly felt cold. What's the use of only one million rounds?

"Dad!" Miao Jin suddenly became angry, "I was bullied by a few tall and powerful foreigners in Annan Country. No one knows where your subordinates have gone. Liu Gang saved me. Am I worth only one million yuan?"

Wei Chenghua said: "You said, is this the same thing? Come on, two million."

Miao Jin obviously knew that two million was a drop in the bucket, so she sat down next to her angrily and aggrievedly. Then she turned around and said, "Dad, Liu Gang is really talented."

Gao Xu saw it and sighed secretly, and things were just like this. It was impossible for a businessman to increase an investment in a geometric manner just because of his daughter's opinion.

He thought for a while and took the initiative to speak: "Let's talk about investment, just talk about business, one code is used to make a difference. Xiaowan should not make things difficult for your father. I still hope that Mr. Wei's investment is based on confidence in the project itself."

"Of course I have some confidence, otherwise why would I be willing to invest two million?" Wei Chenghua nodded with satisfaction.

It is indeed a big money for two million, and it is equivalent to more than 10 million yuan based on the price of grain. However, it does not have any substantial help for such projects.

Gao Xu said: "Since that's the case, I won't disturb Mr. Wei much, Mr. Wei will rest."

Miaojin immediately spoke, "It will be noon after a while, please stay for lunch."

Gao Xu glanced at Wei Chenghua who didn't say anything, and smiled politely, "I've received my kindness. I've been very busy lately. Next time. Mr. Wei, then I'll say goodbye first."

Wei Chenghua handed over the script and said, "Okay, come on, Xiao Liu."

Gao Xu said: "Thank you Mr. Wei for your help."

Miao Jin said: "I'll give you a gift."

The two left the study and walked out of the house. Miaojin asked on the stone arch bridge, "Are you angry?"

Gao Xu smiled bitterly: "Didn't your father invest two million yuan? Isn't that money?"

Miao Jin sighed softly, with a melancholy face: "It seems that two million yuan can't make any decent works, what should I do if the remaining money is left?"

Gao Xu said: "Think about another way. If Mr. Wei forgot to send the contact information of the rich, Miaojin will give me a little reminder."

"I feel so wronged that you have ever been so angry before?" Miao Jin said.

Gao Xu shook his head and said, "To be honest, I still thank Mr. Wei. It's better to be like this if you are not close to each other. In fact, I have experienced borrowing money a long time ago, which is much worse than this."

Miao Jin looked at him with distress: "You performed well today, you are knowledgeable and sensible. My father has also met many people, so you should be able to see it."

Gao Xu said: "What's the use of this? The world of men only depends on strength. If you are regarded by others, no matter how you show your demeanor, otherwise everything you do is meaningless to pretend."

Miao Jin thought about it and said, "Your fallacy sometimes looks like that. What kind of people you said just now, my father should have looked at you with a high glance."

Gao Xu nodded and said, "Yes. People with some strength can listen to compliments and flattery. If others put themselves too low, it will be useless to brag, because they are not persuasive and too fake."

He thought for a while and asked, "Your position today is too obvious, there will be no trouble?"

Miao Jin glared at him and whispered: "It's okay, at worst, you'll be nagged again. It's not as important as talking about marriage, other things are not that important. Don't worry about me."

The two walked to the garage, Gao Xu got on the little silver horse and pressed the window and said, "Go back, I'll go back to Suzhou first."

Miaojin nodded: "Remember to have lunch at noon."

Gao Xu then started the little silver horse and drove out of the door.

On Taicang, Gao Xu didn't know anyone except Miaojin, so there was nothing to stay in. He just followed the navigation to the direction of the expressway.

I went back and forth for hundreds of miles a day, but it was not completely in vain. I finally got a two million investment promise.

After getting on the expressway, he sat alone in the car, gradually feeling a little lonely. There seemed to be many people coming and going on, but they all had nothing to do with him. In short, Gao Xu couldn't help but feel very depressed.
Chapter completed!