Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 114 Encounter

Current points: 89525

Upgrade required: 483021

On the plane, while calculating his points, Lin An took out a manuscript and began writing a new script.

Now most of his projects have been converted into points. Before the company is fully established and the copyright of "Shenmu" can be purchased, he cannot take the initiative to contact Li Yang, and therefore cannot advance "Blind Shaft".

In other words, apart from the 14 episodes of "iPartment" that were just filmed, Lin An will find it difficult to earn a large amount of points for a long time to come.

This was absolutely unacceptable to him, who had just completed the upgrade and unlocked a whole bunch of amazing items!

"Come on, is it really necessary to take this so seriously?"

A smug voice slowly drifted from the side.

Tang Yu leaned back in his chair, resting his round cheek on his hand, and said disdainfully, "I know you're trying to create a persona for yourself this way to maintain a perfect image, but everyone's already asleep."

"Fatty, aren't you afraid of getting beaten up for having such a foul mouth?" Lin An glanced around, and after confirming that it was indeed the case, he looked away.

He glanced at Tang Yu and said indifferently, "Then why aren't you asleep? Do you need me to sing you a lullaby?"

Tang Yu scoffed expressionlessly, "This kind of childish provocation won't work on me."

If I hadn't seen your eye twitching, I would have really believed it... Lin An looked Tang Yu up and down for a while, then chuckled.

"Let me guess, you're too fat to sleep?"

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "Then I'm sorry, you may never be able to sleep on a plane in your life. No airline accepts passengers sleeping in the aisle."

Tang Yu's face darkened instantly, and his round cheeks began to contort.

Lin An felt relieved and smiled reassuringly, "Not necessarily. When you have money in the future, you can buy a private jet and sleep however you want."

Tang Yu was taken aback, actually finding his words reasonable, but quickly retorted angrily, "Do you take me for a fool?"

He scoffed, "A private jet costs at least several million. If I really had that kind of money, why would I fly? Wouldn't it be better to buy a few houses and collect rent from home?"

"That's very true..." Lin An's lips curled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of casualness from someone with experience: "Having millions doesn't mean you can manage millions. You might get scammed, you might fall into financial traps, and your family might be set up by malicious people. It's very difficult for someone without enough wisdom and perseverance to hold onto a large sum of money for the long term."

Tang Yu blinked, once again finding his words quite reasonable, but then realized what he'd said and gritted his teeth, saying, "Are you implying I have no intelligence?"

No, this is explicit.

Lin An shook his head, stopped bullying people, and continued writing the script.

Tang Yu was so agitated that he couldn't sleep anymore. Lin An's words kept replaying in his mind, making him angrier and more lucid the more he thought about them.

He glared fiercely at the annoying guy, then his eyes inadvertently caught sight of the title of his script, and he was momentarily bewildered: "The Good Doctor? You actually know about this kind of thing?"

"If I have the ability to create cassette tapes, what knowledge don't I have?" Lin An glanced at him and said indifferently, "If you really can't sleep, I have some comic books here."

Tang Yu was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and said, "No, I'll find something to do myself."

As he spoke, he stood up from his seat, pulled his backpack from the luggage rack, unzipped it, took out his sketchbook and charcoal pencil, then sat back down and turned on the reading light.

A rustling sound of friction immediately followed.

They're quite hardworking.

Lin An turned his head and his gaze lingered on Tang Yu for two seconds.

This fat guy may have a foul mouth, but his skills are definitely not just talk.

Being noticed by He Yuwen is not just about talent; it requires years of hard work and dedication.

The scene of their first meeting suddenly flashed into Lin An's mind.

The huge metal cabinet was filled to the brim with, uh, art sketches...

Lin An's lips twitched slightly.

Is there something wrong with the motivation behind this fat guy's hard work?

Dark as ink.

The plane pierced through the clouds, and the city beneath its wings drew ever closer.

Lin An rubbed his sore eyes and put the manuscript paper and pen into his backpack.

After a flight of more than ten hours, including several hours of waiting at Los Angeles Airport, his back was on the verge of collapse.

"We've finally arrived..."

'

He said weakly, "This long-haul flight is simply unbearable for humans."

Tang Yu, standing to the side, nodded silently, unusually refraining from arguing.

A moment later, the gentle voice of the flight attendant rang out in the cabin.

After the plane came to a complete stop, Lin An stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and his joints made a "crackling" sound.

The group dragged their luggage out of the corridor and followed the signs to the arrival hall.

The terminal at JFK Airport was more crowded than I had imagined, with a constant flow of people and a cacophony of languages ​​mingling and colliding in my ears.

Lin An slowed his pace, quickly scanned the surrounding environment, turned to the side, and made a gesture to Chang Guangxi.

"Director Chang, I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back."

Chang Guangxi was looking down at his schedule when he heard this, and waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

Lin An turned around and quickly walked into the restroom at the end of the corridor.

He pushed open the door, confirmed that no one was inside, walked to the innermost cubicle, closed the door, and locked the latch.

A few seconds of silence followed.

Lin An spoke to the air in a low voice, "You can come out now."

The next second, a faint ripple appeared in the air.

A round, blue figure gradually emerged from the void.

Doraemon rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said in a deep voice, "This has taken far too long..."

'

Lin An looked him up and down, then couldn't help but smile and say, "You've worked hard."

"Is it alright to take it off now?"

"It's okay," Lin An waved his hand, "Just say you came along in economy class, they can't possibly check your name afterwards."

Doraemon thought about it and agreed. He put the stone hat into his pocket and sighed, "The Anywhere Door is still the best."

This is obvious... Lin An didn't reply, quickly calculated the time, and then said, "The event doesn't start until tomorrow afternoon. I plan to go to that law firm first and finalize the contract."

"Isn't it too late?"

Doraemon tilted his head. "This kind of negotiation probably won't end anytime soon, and their lawyer might not be available in the morning either."

Lin An thought about it and agreed: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Doraemon thought about it seriously for two seconds and then said, "Let's make an appointment first. If possible, I'll go first. Anyway, it's only our first meeting, so we can't talk about the details yet."

Lin An nodded slightly, took out a lawyer's card from his pocket, and handed it over: "Take this with you."

Doraemon took it and skillfully stuck it to his round arm. The cartridge seemed to melt and seep into his skin, disappearing completely.

He flexed his round hands and nodded: "No problem."

After finalizing the preliminary plan, the person and the cat pushed open the stall door and walked out of the bathroom one after the other.

Tang Yu was standing at the corner of the corridor, one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling through his phone. When he saw Lin An return, he complained, "I thought you'd fallen into a pit."

Lin An ignored him and glanced around, noticing Chang Guangxi standing at the exit of the arrival hall.

"Let's go," Lin An called out, dragging his suitcase toward the exit.

Tang Yu followed behind him, while Doraemon walked silently a step behind, looking for an opportunity for a "chance encounter".

After the group reunited, Chang Guangxi said with a smile, "The car has arrived and is waiting outside. Let's go back to the hotel and settle in first, and we can talk business tomorrow."

No one objected, and they followed Chang Guangxi outside.

Lin An walked in the middle of the group, pondering how to find an excuse to slip away from tomorrow's event to see his lawyer.

Just then, a scream came from behind.

"Wow! A mouse!"

The voice was sharp, terrified, and trembling with an almost collapsing quality.

Lin An's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, a round, blue figure shot out from behind him at a speed completely disproportionate to its size, circled around him, and then crashed headfirst into his arms.

The sudden, massive impact caused Lin An to fall backward, his vision went black, and he almost passed out.

Holy crap!

Doraemon lay on top of him, his round face deathly pale, his whole body trembling, his round hands gripping Lin An's clothes tightly, muttering incoherently, "Mouse, mouse, there's a mouse..."

'

Lin An lay on the ground, wincing in pain, and it took him a long time to recover.

His gaze passed over Doraemon's shoulder and landed not far ahead.

A young girl was standing there.

She was wearing a beige short down jacket, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. She was carrying a white suitcase covered with Mickey Mouse stickers.

The girl was clearly startled by the sudden scene, freezing in place with her eyes wide open.

Lin An looked at that face, and suddenly his mind went blank.

Her features were delicate, and her eyebrows and eyes still had the childlike innocence unique to young girls, yet one could already see the outline of her future stunning beauty.

His mouth opened uncontrollably, and he exclaimed, "Holy crap? Liu Yifei?"

The girl stopped abruptly in her tracks as she was about to step forward.

Liu Yifei? Who's that?

She wrinkled her nose, looking at the shocked young man on the ground, a series of question marks popping into her mind.

but..

The girl tilted her head and couldn't help but mutter to herself:

That's a pretty nice name...