Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 666 - 665: Youngest Master Sie’s Movie Dream

Sie Yufei is no longer the person he was at the beginning of last year, who had only received three yuan in royalties.

As of today, he has already received 18 yuan in royalties.

A sum of enormous wealth.

Uncle Team Leader congratulated him on this and advised him to treat himself to something nice.

"Earning eighteen yuan in a year, and you’re still smiling about it?"

Li Dahe was thoroughly confused and wanted to kick him awake: "Old Wang’s great-grandma is ninety-two this year, and by making matchboxes she can earn twenty yuan a month."

"Uncle, you don’t understand how I feel, it’s about accumulating, you know? Like a child picking wheat, bending over with head down, picking up each grain, until finally, there’s enough for a pot of rice."

Li Dahe: "Firstly, wheat is picked one stalk at a time; secondly, you’re twenty, you’re of age to be a father, you’re not a little bastard; lastly, a pot of rice isn’t even enough to fill you up."

Facing the harsh reality ripped open by Uncle Team Leader, Youngest Master Sie didn’t care at all, he didn’t even bother to calculate whether those eighteen yuan would be enough to buy a year’s worth of film.

For Sie Yufei, receiving recognition was far more important than earning money.

Clearly, the Sie Family feels the same.

Always ridiculed for being fickle in his work, Sie Zhe finally had a moment of pride, even if it endangered his arranged meeting with Miss Chen.

He heaped generous praise on his second daughter, especially applauding her brave decision to buy Sie Yufei a camera last year, and even reimbursed her for the camera.

Second Sister Sie shrugged helplessly—wondering who berated her till she was dripping with dog’s blood, accusing her of spoiling Sie Yufei and his ridiculous antics.

Seeing that Sie Yufei finally had some serious pursuits, the Sie family were all delighted.

Until—

"You want to make movies? And expect them to send over equipment from the film factory? Looks like you’re asking for a beating!"

Sie Zhe got a headache from his youngest son’s exasperating idea.

Having just gotten a grip on taking photos, now he wants to make movies?

Might as well aspire to go to the moon.

Sie Yufei, scolded by his own father, felt very helpless and defended earnestly: "Dad, I’m serious, Brother Cheng took me to the Forest and I saw a lot, thought a lot, I’m not lying... I’m not trying to sell off the film factory’s equipment... no, do I really look that poor in your eyes? Since you think I’m so poor, could you maybe give me an extra ten yuan a month... Dad? Dad?"

Sie Yufei sighed deeply and put down the phone.

Li Dahe, smoking, glanced at him: "Your dad ignored you?"

"Ah..." Sie Yufei sighed again, "Uncle, do you think my dad is too hasty? He doesn’t even let me finish speaking."

"Your dad’s temper is already quite good."

"Hmm?"

"If it were me, I’d have slapped you by now."

"Look at you, my dad just lives too far, think he finds it too much trouble to come all this way just to hit me, otherwise I would’ve been beaten long ago!"

"You sound proud of that?"

"Far from it."

Li Dahe, frustrated by his response, choked on his cigarette and coughed for a while before pushing the phone toward him: "Call your dad again."

Sie Yufei with stars in his eyes: "You mean to talk it over nicely with my dad?"

Li Dahe: "I mean ask your dad whether he needs me to give you a beating on his behalf."

"..."

Sie Yufei felt that they all misunderstood him.

So, he made a special call to Su Yuncheng’s house, hoping to find some comfort from Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe told him to find a windy spot and squat there.

Youngest Master Sie held the phone, his emotions taking a long time to settle...

It must be Xiao He who still cares about him; she even worried he might catch a cold, telling him to squat in a sheltered spot!

Sie Yufei, of course, wouldn’t give up on his movie dream. The next day, he slung his bag over his shoulder, carrying his camera and two treasured issues of Huaxia Daily, and went to find Factory Director Ji.

"Uncle Ji, are you interested in making a film about a textile factory? About how we’ve struggled and fought to achieve glory again! You put in the money, I contribute the work, how about it? I won’t even ask for payment, just lend me the equipment after it’s done."

Uncle Ji: "Not interested."

"Then, are you interested in sponsoring a documentary film about life in the Forest?"

"No."

"Think about it carefully, are you really not interested? This is such a great endeavor!"

Factory Director Ji thought carefully—

"Really not interested."

Sie Yufei felt that this was a fruit that couldn’t be twisted off the vine, so he went to look for Wong Xiao.

Without any surprises, the moment money was mentioned, Uncle Wong ignored him completely.

The Youngest Master Sie, after hitting walls everywhere, finally lost his temper.

"I’ll shoot it myself!"

Then, he asked Lin Nianhe how much a camera would cost.

Lin Nianhe didn’t know the answer at the moment, so she called Shen Yu to ask.

Hearing the figure, counted in tens of thousands, Sie Yufei lapsed into a long silence.

He wonders whether arguing the price down to eighteen yuan would be acceptable to anyone.

He guessed not.

Lin Nianhe, who loved watching a good show, cheekily suggested: The Cultural Troupe of Hei Province has all the movie equipment you could need; you can shamelessly go and try to borrow it.

Sie Yufei pondered it over, deciding he needed to save face.

He had just tarnished those people’s reputation, turning around and asking to borrow would be rather inappropriate.

Lin Nianhe didn’t take it to heart, treating Sie Yufei’s fleeting passion for film as a whimsical moment. She mocked him a bit and then tossed Sie Yufei and his dream of filmmaking to the back of her mind.

She made the most of the remaining time of her home-visit leave, accompanying Zheng Shan to several table tennis classes.

Apart from the few days of the New Year, the girl trained daily with the provincial team, practicing for two hours after school on weekdays, which extended to four hours during the holidays.

After not seeing her for several months, her hair had grown long, she looked much more robust than before, with a brighter smile that seemed much cheerier to the naked eye.

"Sister Lin," Zheng Shan said, "I can now beat Brother Zhang!"

"That’s amazing!" Lin Nianhe’s pupils shrank.

Originally, Zhang Yongqing had to go easy on Zheng Shan for her to win a few points, but now it seemed she was no longer a match for the kid.

Zheng Shan smiled purely, telling Lin Nianhe, "Coach told me that if I practice well, I can participate in competitions in a few years."

"Good, go for it," Lin Nianhe patted her on the head, "strive to win a national championship."

"I want to be a world champion!"

The little girl was quite ambitious, yet she didn’t quite grasp the ins and outs of the table tennis world.

Being a champion in Huaxia could be much more valuable than a world champion.

Lin Nianhe didn’t burst her bubble but instead reflected for a moment before saying, "I think you can do it."

The brief pause made her words sound more convincing.

Zheng Shan’s smile grew even wider. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Zheng Lirong obviously felt much more relaxed as well. She wasn’t concerned whether her daughter could become a champion; she just wanted to see smiles on her face.

Lin Nianhe and Zheng Lirong confirmed the categories of goods to be supplied in the next period and then Lin Nianhe packed up and returned to the Ten Miles Team.

By the time she got back, ten days had passed since Sie Yufei called her to ask about the camera.

She thought Sie Yufei would have cooled off by now, but as soon as she entered the gates of the Educated Youth Corps, she saw Sie Yufei solemnly handing a stack of letters, half an inch thick, to Zhou Xu.

Lin Nianhe: "Are you trying to support the postal service construction?"

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