1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 20 If I don't go to work, will you support me?

"how much is it?"

The next morning, Chen Fusheng's parents also learned the news.

"Mom, the director wants Sheng to join the crew, and he'll get six thousand if he does, but only three thousand if he doesn't."

Why are you giving so much money?

Chen Fusheng explained, "The national standard for the manuscript fee of feature films is 3000 to 6000 yuan."

"Then why did the director insist that you join the crew?" Old Chen asked, more rationally and curiously.

"Because during lunch yesterday afternoon, some of my film ideas were highly recognized by the director. In addition, as the screenwriter, my presence would make things much easier if changes were needed during filming."

Chen Fusheng's explanation dispelled the last bit of concern in his family. After exchanging opinions with her daughter-in-law, Yang Hongmei stepped forward and advised, "Xiaoli has already agreed, Fusheng, what are you still hesitating about? As long as you join the crew, you'll earn an extra three thousand yuan, which is enough for you two to earn your salaries for ten or eight years. So just go with peace of mind. We'll take care of Xiaoli for you. All you need to do is come back when Xiaoli gives birth."

Old Chen added, "Before you leave, remember to have the film studio contact the school to arrange a temporary transfer, so that you'll still have your job when you come back."

Chen Fusheng looked at his family, thinking, "So they've already made the choice for me?"
In this case……

He stopped being hesitant and made up his mind, saying:

"Okay, I'll go then."

Consider it as earning more money for baby formula for the unborn child.

Chen Fusheng convinced himself of this.

Then everything became much clearer.

……

"I wonder what Brother Fusheng has decided."

Han Sanping slept at the guesthouse of Fangcao magazine last night. He woke up early this morning, sober. Recalling the film ideas he had discussed with Chen Fusheng at the dinner table yesterday, he became more and more convinced that this man was a film talent and it would be a real pity not to bring him into the Emei Film Studio.

Moreover, he believed that Chen Fusheng must also have a dream of making movies, but the problem he was facing now was that his wife was pregnant. In this situation, Han Sanping did not know what choice Chen Fusheng would make.

Regardless of Chen Fusheng's final choice, Han Sanping has to go back today. He left the film crew to come to Jiangcheng specifically to see Chen Fusheng, and time is tight, so he can't stay here any longer.

Of course, before leaving, Han Sanping still wanted to ask Chen Fusheng for his opinion again.

He packed his luggage, intending to ask Chen Fusheng his questions and then head straight to the train station without returning.

It was at this moment that Chen Fusheng appeared downstairs at the guesthouse of the Fangcao magazine office.

"Old Han, have you had breakfast yet? I brought you steamed buns and soy milk."

Han Sanping looked at Chen Fusheng, who had suddenly appeared, and his intuition told him that this was a good omen.

Smiling, she accepted the breakfast and said:
"Thanks, I was a little hungry... Have you eaten?"

"I have already eaten."

As he spoke, Chen Fusheng looked at Han Sanping's already packed luggage and asked with some doubt, "Are you going back?"

"Well... the crew is very busy, and I, as the director, can't just keep disappearing."

While eating his steamed bun, Han Sanping looked at Chen Fusheng and asked:

What about you? Have you made a decision yet?

"I came here to talk to you about this."

Chen Fusheng continued, "After discussing with my family, they all support my joining the crew, so... I hope to have a pleasant working relationship with Director Han in the future!"

"Hahaha, welcome, welcome! Let's work together to make the movie a success." Han Sanping swallowed the bun in his mouth, happily shook Chen Fusheng's hand, and felt his blood rushing to his head.

"Okay, let's make the movie a success together!" Han Sanping was right. Chen Fusheng did indeed have a dream of making movies. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent twenty years in the entertainment industry in his previous life and been reluctant to leave until his death.

Next, the two discussed some details.

"You're not coming with me today, are you?"

"How can I leave today? First, I need to say hello to the school, and second, I need to make some arrangements for my wife," Chen Fusheng said.

"That's true." As far as Han Sanping was concerned, since Chen Fusheng had already agreed to join the crew, he wouldn't mind spending a few more days.

"Okay, you take care of things at home first. After I get back, I'll immediately apply to have your work transferred from your school to the factory. If there are any problems, let's keep in touch."

"OK, all right."

After their conversation, the two left the guesthouse of the "Fangcao" magazine together.

Since Chen Fusheng had arrived by bicycle, and Han Sanping was in a hurry to catch his train, Chen Fusheng gave him a ride.

After saying goodbye at the train station, one boarded a train back to Sichuan, while the other rode a bicycle home.

When Chen Fusheng returned home, he was immediately surrounded by his family.

"What about the director?"

"He went back."

"Goed back? Goed back where?"

"Where else could he go? He went back to his workplace."

Chen Fusheng knew his family was very anxious, so he stopped keeping them in suspense.

He then recounted the results of his communication with Han Sanping.

"I was thinking of inviting Director Han to my home for a meal and asking him to take care of you more on set in the future, but I didn't expect him to be so busy."

It's still uncertain who will take care of whom.

Chen Fusheng dared to think this way because he knew that Han Sanping was directing for the first time.

On the surface, he said:

"Alright, Mom, everyone's gone now, there's no point in talking about this anymore. I think you should consider whether the school will agree to someone like me who's on secondment for several months, or even half a year."

Old Chen then spoke up: "You were seconded to make a movie, not to do anything illegal or disorderly. Besides, Fusheng, you are a rising young writer who is currently very popular. If I were a school leader, as long as you don't resign, everything is negotiable."

“I think that makes sense too.” Chen Hongmei nodded proudly to her son, then added, “How about this, after we finish eating, your father and I will go back and visit the college leaders to sound them out.”

"Alright."

After dinner, my parents went out.

Chen Fusheng took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

But today, while he was tidying up, his wife stayed by his side the whole time, never leaving his side.

"Honey, go sit on the sofa for a while."

"No, I'm not tired."

"Are you reluctant to see me leave?"

"A little."

"How about I don't go?" Chen Fusheng teased her on purpose.

He was met with a glare from his wife in return.

"Just kidding." Chen Fusheng wiped his hands, then took his wife's hand and led her to sit on the sofa. After squatting down and interacting with her four-month-old baby for a while, he suddenly looked up at Liu Xiaoli and said:

"Why don't you just quit your job, honey?"

"If I don't work, will you support me?"

"I will not only support you, but also our children."

"Forget it. You're not home, and Mom and Dad have to work during the day. I'd be so bored at home all by myself. If I go to work, I can talk to people, and my workplace is nearby. Now that I'm pregnant, I can't dance anymore. Based on the examples of my predecessors, they'll arrange some easier work for me that won't be tiring."

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Fusheng also felt that his wife made sense.

He didn't try to persuade him any further.

(End of this chapter)