Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 104 Where is my home? (Please continue reading)

The wrap party was held in the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel where the crew was staying.

Although it's called a restaurant, it's actually just a semi-open area next to the main hall, separated by a few wooden screens, with five or six large round tables.

Shen Teng occupied the seat at the large round table directly facing the door, and was arguing with Deng Chao next to him.

Qiao Zhenyu sat in the corner, holding a cup of hot tea, quietly watching the crowd make a ruckus.

Chen Shu, Gao Lu, and Dong Xuan huddled together, scrolling through their phones, occasionally letting out soft laughter as they looked at something.

Braised pork belly, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, sweet and sour pork ribs, sauerkraut fish... these are all home-style dishes, and the portions are very generous, with plates and dishes filling the entire table.

Because we have to film "iPartment" tomorrow, there was no wine on the table, but everyone still enjoyed the meal.

Even Pang Jingming, who came over to join in the fun, ate three large bowls of rice.

"Seriously, this restaurant must have changed chefs."

Pang Jingming patted his chest and guaranteed, "I've eaten at countless restaurants in Shanghai, and anyone who can make this taste is definitely a top chef."

Lin An, who secretly used MSG:

The waiter who knew that their chef hadn't changed at all:

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Seeing that the waiter remained silent, Pang Jingming asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

The waiter twitched his lips, unsure of what to say.

Fearing that Pang Jingming would expose himself if he continued, Lin An quickly changed the subject, saying, "I'll be editing the film overnight. Does Shanghai Film Studio have a post-production team that can take over the rest?"

Pang Jingming was indeed distracted. After thinking for a while, he cautiously said, "That depends on how much time you leave us."

Lin An calculated the time and replied, "A month should be no problem."

Pang Jingming's eyes widened in astonishment. "Are you sure?" he asked.

It's mid-February now, and Cannes registration closes at the end of March. If they give him a month, doesn't that mean Lin An has to finish editing within two weeks?

Isn't that ridiculous?

Lin An said, "Anyway, I'll give you the finished product later. You don't need to worry about how to cut it."

Pang Jingming was silent for a few seconds, then snorted, "If you can edit it, then we naturally have no problem with it."

Even clay figures have some temper, and these Shanghai filmmakers are no pushovers either.

Lin An felt relieved.

Pang Jingming was curious about Lin An's next itinerary.

He asked, "If you're going to Cannes, you'll need to apply for a passport, right? Is there enough time?"

Lin An sighed, "I don't know, but I hope so."

In those days, obtaining a passport was quite troublesome, and even after obtaining registration confirmation from the film festival organizing committee, it would take several weeks.

He submitted his application two weeks ago, and if it's just for attending the film festival, there shouldn't be any problem.

The most pressing issue is still the situation in the United States.

According to lawyer Kress, it would be best for him to travel to the United States in person soon to finalize the agreement face-to-face; otherwise, the project would be unable to proceed.

If this drags on, the other party might give up on the business.

We need to find an agent... Lin An frowned and fell into deep thought.

Late at night in Beijing.

The streetlights cast long shadows of the two people.

Old Zhao walked ahead, his pace much slower than a few months ago, his back more hunched, but a smile always graced his lips.

The young man behind him had a bitter expression on his face, his deep eyes filled with guilt and self-blame: "Maybe you were right back then, I would have been better off finding a regular job than starting a business."

Old Zhao wanted to snort and say, "If only you had known this would happen, you wouldn't have done it in the first place," but he swallowed the words back.

"Alright."

Old Zhao waved his hand and said gently:

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"Who hasn't stumbled a few times in their life?"

The young man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just lowered his head and softly hummed in agreement.

Old Zhao turned around and continued walking forward.

He took two steps, then stopped and tentatively asked, "Your debts."

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"Most of them have been resolved, and I have a way to deal with the rest."

The young man composed himself and said in a hoarse voice, "I still have a batch of server equipment that I haven't mortgaged to the bank. I came to Beijing this time to find a place to sell it."

Having had similar experience before, Old Zhao frowned and said, "Wouldn't that result in a significant loss of money?"

"That's for sure..." the young man forced a smile and said, "No, servers are a necessity, and Beijing is the capital. It's just a small loss."

"Trying to save face, I really don't know who this child takes after..." Old Zhao was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Tell me before you sell him, maybe I have a better way."

"you?"

The young man was taken aback, but then realized that his father wanted the two people who bought their house to help him. His face immediately darkened: "I won't accept it."

Old Zhao asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The young man did not answer.

Unlike his father, who was oblivious to everything around him, he had been working hard for many years and had long since learned to look beyond his immediate surroundings.

The capital is undergoing large-scale redevelopment, with urban villages being a key target for demolition.

In two or at most three years, this house will be included in the government's demolition zone.

By then, those two will have collected their compensation and left, leaving the father and son with nowhere to seek justice.

Therefore, he was very eager to repay the debt, so how could he possibly do something that would continue to owe favors?

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The young man calmly said, "I failed in my business venture, but I haven't lost my abilities. I received job offers from several companies a few days ago."

He paused for a moment, then said in a relaxed tone, "As long as we can get through this year or two, that debt won't be a problem at all."

This is not a lie.

The internet industry has suffered a severe blow, but the trend of internet development has not stopped, and major portal websites are actively recruiting.

In Beijing, a senior internet manager earns between 6000 and 15000 NTD. With good performance, they can be promoted to director and easily earn over 20 NTD annually.

At that time, he could not only pay off his debts, but also redeem his father's house!

Seeing that his son had made up his mind, Old Man Zhao did not continue to persuade him, but only reminded him: "Lin An and Doraemon are both good children and have been kind to our family. If you meet them in the future, be polite to them."

That's true... but they bought the house anyway, so it's really hard to accept it calmly... The young man sighed softly and nodded, "I understand."

The two walked one after the other, stepping on the rough cement road, heading deeper into the alley.

The young man took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the building in front of him, his brows furrowed.

With its gray and white walls, double wooden doors, and a vintage brass wall lamp hanging above the doorway, this is "Dorayaki Cafe."

The signboard was faintly visible under the light.

The young man couldn't help but ask, "Dad, have we passed by?"

Old Zhao was also stunned.

He looked up at the huge double doors in front of him, then at the carved wooden patterns on the door frame. His mouth opened and closed, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Where...where am I?"

The old man's eyes widened, and he asked in a broken voice, "Where's my convenience store?"

"Where's my huge convenience store?!"

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