When he arrived at the table, Hou Liang just saw a steak. Other things didn't exist at all, not even a fork. How can he eat it? Is it difficult to use his hands?

Just when I wanted to ask the housekeeper what was the matter, the housekeeper had already left. I couldn't see the figure coming in, and the door was immediately closed.

Although it's really uncivilized to use your hands, since you brought yourself here, you just put a piece of steak. What else do you dare not eat? Is it difficult to poison yourself? Grabbing the steak is a Fierce bite.

Hou Liang felt that he had something in his stomach until he ate all the steak, and the door that came in was opened again, and the previous housekeeper also came back.

"The young master asked me to take you to the study and wash your dirty hands before going there. I didn't expect that if there were no tableware, I wouldn't find it by myself? Could it only be like a beast?"

The disgust in the old housekeeper's words can be heard without noticing, but Hou Liang didn't take it seriously at all. He can say what he likes and what he wants. Anyway, what effect can this old housekeeper have on himself?

After thinking about it, he casually rubbed the curtain to make sure that there was no oil on his hands, and then said, "now my hands are clean. Take me to your young master. I can respect your young master, but I'm afraid it's not necessary to respect your dog."

The old housekeeper's face turned red at once. It was obvious that he had been very angry. His hands in white gloves were also clenched into fists, and the whole person seemed to want to fight.

However, Hou Liang believed that the old housekeeper would never do it to himself no matter how angry he was. If he did it to himself, I'm afraid he couldn't stay here anymore. As expected, he didn't say anything more and just walked ahead.

Hou Liang followed the old housekeeper to a stone gate, and the old housekeeper left. Hou Liang pushed aside his identity and went in. Sure enough, there were all kinds of books in it.

At first glance, I felt that this huge space was filled with bookshelves and books. In the center of the room, there was a man sitting on a chair, surrounded by various books, which had surrounded him.

When the man heard his door ring, he glanced at Hou Liang and gently waved to him to come over. Then he put his eyes on his books.

Heavy books look as if they have been for some years. However, when a man reads these books, he is obviously very interested. The enthusiasm in his eyes has been uncontrollable. Generally, it seems that knowledge is the most important thing for him.

Hou Liang walked over to him and said politely, "I think you should be Mr. Ouyang. I don't know whether Mr. Ouyang knows a little about my coming this time. If not, I can explain it to you."

Ouyang's eyes did not leave the book, and he gently moved his mouth and said, "if you don't know, I won't let you come here, but I'm curious, why do you think I can help you write the script you need?"

"Because someone told me that if you can't write it, no one can write it. So I came here when a dead horse is a living horse doctor. Is there any other reason?"

Hou Liang's remarks seemed like a funny joke, which directly made Ouyang laugh.

"It's the first time I've heard of such a reason. People come here either to beg me or to give me various benefits. But you speak with reason, as if I should serve you. You really don't understand how people like you make that woman look up to you."

After thinking about it, Hou Liang knew that this woman should be Lu Weiwan. If Ouyang and Lu Weiwan didn't know each other, it was absolutely impossible. After all, it was obvious that Ouyang was Lu Weiwan, a person who didn't want to mention it, and his expression changed like that.

Hou Liang smiled and said, "how can I be looked up to? We are just in an equal relationship. A simple cooperation is that we are linked together. If it is really high, I also look up to Lu Weiwan."

After hearing this, Ouyang put down the book in his hand and stood up. However, when he stood up, it was obvious that Zhou Yang had lost one of his left legs, which was obviously a mechanical leg. It's already a little inconvenient to walk around.

Hou Liang didn't have any expression on his face. Obviously, he didn't move about this matter. He just continued: "because I believe in my partner, I'm here. And is Mr. Ouyang worth your friend's trust? Can you sue me?"

Ouyang nodded and said, "I really underestimate you. The first few sentences have been able to briefly force me. I have to say that you are indeed a smart person, but sometimes smart people are not necessarily popular."

Hou Liang said with a serious face, "is it because the unwise people won't see each other again that Mr. Ouyang will always be here? A genius like you will attract jealousy and make yourself like this. I think if Mr. Ouyang is willing to cooperate with me, many things can be changed."

How can Ouyang not understand this kind of thing? If he really wants to find someone to cooperate with, a large number of people will invite him to cooperate, but what he pursues is not these, but a peaceful life. Occasionally releasing brilliance is just to make his life not so boring.

Now for his life to become colorful again, a great stage has been sent to his hands. Whether he wants to do it this time or not also makes Ouyang feel a little confused. It has to be said that although every script produced in the past is very perfect.

But in the final analysis, I haven't reached this lineup. If I can copy such a lineup, it's naturally interesting, but it's a little bad to be taken away by Hou Liang just like this. At least, I can't afford to lose face.

After thinking of this step, Ouyang opened his mouth and said, "I think so. Since you think I can have this capital and strength to help you, I will promise you, but I have one condition, that is, let Lu Weiwan come to see me, otherwise everything will be free."

No matter what you think, this condition seems to be too difficult. Lu Weiwan obviously doesn't want to see Ouyang's request, but it's about Lu Weiwan. Now I'm afraid this request can only be agreed. What can I do if I don't agree?

Lu Weiwan can at least communicate, but Ouyang is obviously not so talkative. It's good to be able to blackmail him with Lu Weiwan. What else can he expect?

Hou Liang nodded and said, "I will discuss this matter with him after I go back. If he is willing to come, he will come as soon as possible. If he is not willing to come, is it still impossible to talk about this matter? Mr. Ouyang."

Ouyang cut the nail and cut the iron and said, "it's not wrong. If he doesn't plan to see me alone, I guarantee that there will be no perseverance to talk about this matter, and I won't be in charge of his life and death. I don't believe this time. Can you come to a good end if you go bankrupt?"

Although the words sounded so harsh. But the reality is like this. It seems that I really can only ask for Lu Weiwan, otherwise I really have nothing to do.

After leaving Ouyang, Hou Liang went directly to Lu Weiwan, but after hearing this, Lu Weiwan was obviously very unwilling.

Lu Weiwan's expression kept changing, but in the end, nothing he said had changed at all.

"If you want me to meet that guy alone, I tell you it's absolutely impossible. Even if this movie is not made, I'll never beg that guy. You'll die. If you can persuade him, you can persuade him. If you can't persuade him, forget it."

Hou Liang said painstakingly, "you two won't have any deep hatred. If there is really any friction, it's not as important as these things now, so if you sacrifice a little, he won't eat you, will he?"

When Lu Weiwan heard the name Ouyang, he always remembered what had happened to him when he was in college. If there was no such demon, I would not be so miserable as now.

Just when he was in college, Ouyang had already pursued Lu Weiwan, but Lu Weiwan had never promised. In the end, Lu Weiwan actually chose to believe in Song Ming. It can also be said that if there was no Ouyang's pursuit, it was estimated that there would be nothing about Song Ming.