Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Chapter 131 Why does the style of this painting seem a little off?
Wu Wen, now 20 years old and attending college, is Wu Jianjun's grandson. He came home with his parents to visit his grandparents.

"grandparents!"

Wu Wen, who had just entered the door, greeted his grandfather warmly.

The arrival of the beloved grandson naturally made the two old people smile, and their son and daughter-in-law were simply ignored.

Wu Jianjun took Wu Wen's hand and asked kindly, "How is your study in school recently, Xiaowen? Are you eating well? Are you wearing warm clothes? Do you have a girlfriend?"

With this look, there is no longer the previous look of shaking the bean stick and snorting, not caring whether to eat or not. The smile on his face is almost melting the ice.

"Dad, Xiaowen is studying in Qindao, it won't be that serious." The son was almost helpless.

"Shut up! What's your business?" Wu Jianjun glared at his son.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." The son stepped back and left space for the grandfather and grandson.

Wu Wen was also very happy.

In fact, he also knew that the old man did this because he loved him, and he especially cherished the days when his grandparents were still alive, because the old man was old and he didn't know how many years he had left.

He answered all kinds of questions very patiently.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I eat well, sleep well, wear warm clothes, and have enough living expenses. As for my girlfriend, I haven't found one recently."

When he said this, Wu Wen lowered his head shyly: "It's just that the time is still short, and the future is still uncertain, so I didn't tell you."

"Oh, young people, you have to settle your affairs while you are still young. We don't have many years left. Our biggest dream is to see you youngsters have children and spread out. We are in a hurry." Wu Jianjun said with emotion: "In our era, we would get married as soon as we decided. There were not so many complicated things. You should also settle down as soon as possible. Don't worry about money. Grandpa has money."

"Okay, okay, Grandpa, let's not talk about this. I will, don't worry." Wu Wen quickly skipped the topic, otherwise there would be something else to talk about.

Wu Wen also went straight to the kitchen to help, and it was not until dinner time that he called out, "It's time to eat, Grandpa."

At the same time, he finally noticed the TV that he had been ignoring.

After all, in the minds of this generation of young people, TV ≈ background noise during meals.

TNND, who would watch TV if they were serious?
At this moment, a variety show was playing on TV.

"I am the mainstay of our school's dance. Yes, I can ask for all the funds at my own will, and they can all be approved. Yes, because I am a good dancer and have good flexibility, so I am currently the mainstay."

At this time, the girl next to her also picked up the microphone and said, "Then, I am a boy too."

The screen cuts to the camera positions of several judges, with stunned expressions on their faces, just like Wu Wen who is stunned at the moment.

He looked at his grandfather: "No. Grandpa, are you watching Qilutai again?"

"Humph, so what? Qilu TV is so beautiful?" Wu Jianjun snorted coldly: "Can you see this thing on other TV stations?"

Wu Wen didn't know what to say.

That's true, you won't see this kind of fun anywhere else.

But suddenly he remembered something.

Not to Qilutai!
Xia Yuan's new film!!!

Yes, that’s right, Wu Wen is Xia Yuan’s fan, and not a new fan, but an old fan.

I watched it from the "Pulp Comedy" period all the way to "Let the Bullets Fly".

If you ask these Xia Yuan fans about their mental journey during this period, it can be described in four words: gnashing of teeth.

After achieving a box office of 6 billion, instead of striking while the iron was hot, they took a sudden turn for the worse and went from bad to worse.

They were so angry that their teeth were about to burst.

Like other fans, he also reached a consensus, that is: Xia Yuan's new film will implement the "three no's" principle, namely: "no discussion", "no spread", and "no viewing".

Now that I'm back home, I know that my grandfather has always liked watching Qilu TV, especially anti-Japanese war movies.

If he were to wait until that time, wouldn't he first have to go against his principles and give Xia Yuan a ratings number?
No! This kind of thing must not happen!
"Grandpa, can we watch CCTV-8 tonight?" Wu Wen asked after thinking for a long time.

"Why should we watch CCTV-8? No!" Wu Jianjun refused to listen: "There is an anti-Japanese war drama premiering tonight, you know nothing!" "It's Xia Yuan's new movie, right?" Wu Wen asked helplessly.

"How do you know?" Wu Jianjun was stunned.

"Of course I know. The whole internet is going crazy about it now. This movie is actually a bad movie. It has a very bad reputation. No one wants to watch it. It would be a waste of time for you to watch it now." Wu Wen said directly.

What he said is all true, and the entire Internet now believes so.

"Really?" Wu Jianjun was skeptical.

"Yes, Channel 500 will also premiere an anti-Japanese war drama tonight, and it cost million yuan. Xia Yuan's drama cost million yuan. Just think about it, million yuan and million yuan, I don't need to say which one is better, right?" Wu Wen listed in detail, "And it's directed by Xie Daga, and he plays the leading role himself. You must know Xie Daga, right?"

"I know, it's Ga Zi!" Wu Jianjun slapped the armrest of the chair. "When you were little, I used to watch his dramas. I even held you in my arms while watching them! Is he back to film again?"

"Of course. Gazi's anti-Japanese war drama is better than Xia Yuan's 500 million worth of stuff." Wu Wen knew how to persuade the old man.

He knew that for a man with a stubborn temper like his grandfather, it was useless to just talk to him. He had to find something else to attract his attention and make him give up on his own.

Wu Jianjun also pondered for a moment.

In fact, it only lasts a few seconds.

"Kaitai!"

One hundred million VS five million, the choice is obvious.

Moreover, compared with the national sentiment and the innate ability to fight against the Japanese aggressors, Xia Yuan has no advantage at all.

What's more, he had never heard of this person Wu Jianjun. After all, the old man never watched movies.

Wu Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

As the channel changed, everyone started to eat.

Tonight there are not only dumplings, but also many other dishes, especially a lot of seafood. It can be said to be extremely rich.

As time went on, programs began to be broadcast on television.

It was Xie Daga’s new drama, "Charge Forward: Tough Sniper".

It adopts the mode of three episodes broadcast continuously.

The TV series was playing unusually loudly, and after the theme song, it started with the first episode.

First of all, at the very beginning, it was quite normal. It tells the story of the black soil region being invaded by the enemy, the war raging in Rehe, and the people suffering.

It happened that the Eighth Route Independent Regiment was based in the mountains and launched a focused attack on the city.

This is the story of a sniper from the Eighth Route Army who was known as the 'God of Death'.

It is said that this man comes and goes like the wind, making his whereabouts unpredictable. Wherever he goes, he will take away a large number of enemy lives, making the invaders unable to sleep or eat.

His marksmanship is like god, just like the God of Hell calling the shots, so he is called the 'Eighth Route Army Death God'.

But as he watched, Wu Wen always felt that something was not right with the style of painting.

"This is Xie Daga?"

At this moment, he was staring at the picture on TV in a daze.

On TV, the character played by Xie Daga, wearing a blue suit, with a slicked-back hair and carrying a sniper rifle, is walking through the jungle, facing the camera from time to time with a fierce expression, his back bent at a 45-degree angle, and his head tilted forward.
"Devil! I am your Eighth Route Army grandfather!"

Kaka-

bang——

There's no need to aim with a scope. With a quick sniper shot, a bloody hole appears on the Japanese soldier's helmet.

Wu Wen: “?”

No buddy, you don't even bring salt?
(End of this chapter)