Reborn Model Worker and Movie King

Chapter 74

After arriving in Japan, He Jian didn't understand the language, so the itinerary became Jiang Yunhyuk's home game.

They found a hotel nearby to rest, and it was only after ten o'clock when they entered the room.

The two wanted a double room, and He Yi fell down after entering. He rubbed on the bed, turned over, turned on his phone and checked the map.

In fact, He Jian's Korean is not that fluent, but his listening ability is not bad. If he doesn't understand it once, he can understand it a little bit by speaking it a second time slowly.

Fortunately, Jiang Yunhyuk was not very talkative, so when He Jian followed him, he didn't have to do too many listening questions.

Jiang Yunhe went to take a shower, and He Jian clicked on Tu Muyuan's Weibo interface again. He was still very low-key, and posted several posts in a row, all of which were work content. no update.

He huddled sideways on the bed, staring straight at Tu Muyuan's Weibo avatar, and for a moment he didn't know what it was like.

All in all it was not good.

Turning off the phone, closing his eyes and burying his head in the quilt, He Jian took a deep breath, and it took a long time before he exhaled slowly.

I never knew that love can torture a person like this.

Even if they love each other, this feeling still makes people suffer.

Early the next morning, the two set off to visit Nanjin.Before meeting the real person, He Jian actually had high expectations for this man.

After all, in his previous life, he could be said to be a god-level composer who was promoted to the altar because of his works.

However, things often backfired. Although there were various speculations about this man, he would never have guessed that this man who was called the light of the boy group was actually just a dead fat house squatting at home.

Nanjin's mother was ecstatic about the visit of He Jian and Jiang Yunhyuk. When this ordinary housewife heard that He Jian came to invite her son to work, she was so shocked that she even dropped the rag in her hand. on the ground.

"Oh my god... wait, wait, are you really here to ask Ah Jin to go out to work?"

The woman covered her mouth, which was opened wide in surprise, with her hand, she shook her head in disbelief, her brows were furrowed, and a sound of exclamation came out of her throat.

"Yes." Jiang Yunhyuk nodded to her politely, then met her eyes solemnly, "We hope we can invite him to write the album."

"This is great..." The woman covered her face and began to cry in excitement. She forcibly controlled her urge to cry, and quickly led the two of them to the side of the stairs, and said as she led the way:

"Ajin, since he resigned from the company last time, he has stayed at home and hasn't gone to work for four years. He just watches anime and plays games every day. Thank you for your willingness to invite him to work. Thank you very much."

He Jian couldn't understand what the woman was saying, so he tugged at Jiang Yunhe's sleeve, and when he walked up, Jiang Yunhe leaned over and translated the woman's words for him in a low voice.

However, in the Korean he spoke, there were still many words that He Jian could not understand. This time, there was a double language barrier, and He Jian's comprehension was muddied.

But in fact, he didn't need to understand it, because after the door was opened, He Jian understood the scene instantly.

Ah, it turned out to be an otaku.

"Ah Jin, there are two guests at home, come down quickly to receive him!" The woman was not polite to him at all, knocked on the door a few times and opened it, then turned on the light on the wall.

Originally, the room was tightly drawn by the curtains, but He Yi could vaguely see posters all over the wall, a room full of things, and a person lying on the bed watching anime.

After turning on the light, he saw the room clearly, and was immediately speechless.

...Just now I said that he is an otaku, which is a bit overestimated. With his body shape, he should be a fat otaku, right?

The man on the bed didn't move when he heard someone coming in. The woman went over and patted the flesh on his thigh, and then he turned his head and looked at the two people outside the door.

After squinting for a while, he took out his glasses from the bed and put them on.

"Who are these two cashiers... I don't know each other."

He Jian couldn't understand the language, so he automatically filtered Nan Jin's words, and directly reached out and tugged at Jiang Yunhyuk's sleeve, and Jiang Yunhyuk understood it, so he briefly translated it.

"He said he didn't know us."

"Ah... I, we..."

He Jianjian spent a long time organizing the language, but he really couldn't figure out how to organize what he wanted to say in Korean.

The main thing is!After Jiang Yunhyuk listened to his poorly expressed Korean, he had to translate it to Nam Jin again in Japanese. This...

Damn, it's too troublesome! ! !

"Do you speak English?" Although He Jian didn't have any expectations for the fat man on the bed, he still asked with a bit of luck.

"Yes, what are you doing here?" Nan Jin got up from the bed, sat there cross-legged, and looked at any room with a sleepy look on his face.

Great.

He Jian covered his chest with his hands, and finally encountered the only smooth thing in a long time.

"Hello, Mr. Nanjin, I'm KC, and this is Len."

What he said was the stage names of the two, Nan Jin yawned after hearing this, and had no interest in continuing the conversation.

"Mom, let's see off the guests, I'm so tired."

He spoke Japanese again, but He Jianshou couldn't understand the language. He stared at Nanjin and tugged at Jiang Yunhyuk's sleeve. Jiang Yunhyuk translated, "He said he was tired, let us go."

"Tired? Sir, you have been sitting on the bed all the time..."

Before He Yijian had time to say anything, Nan Jin's mother who had been standing beside her was the first to get upset.

She wiped away her tears of hatred, and picked up a figure of a beautiful girl on Nan Jin's table with one hand, and picked up the scissors with the other, and the scissors pointed at the slender neck of the beautiful girl.

"Why are you tired! Hurry up and get up to receive guests!"

Nanjin's eyes widened, and he immediately shouted, "Please, please, Mom! Let go of Nari-chan! Ah, Nari-chan!"

Looking at this scene with cold eyes, He Jian couldn't help but sighed.

Ten minutes later, Nan Jin sat upright in the living room, lowered his head and did not meet He Jian and Jiang Yunhyuk's eyes, which made people feel a little timid.

"We are here this time, hoping to invite you to come out and write songs."

He Jianjian tried to keep his voice calm and calm, not wanting to put too much pressure on Nan Jin.

The woman didn't want to disturb her son chatting with others, so she went out to buy vegetables on the pretext, and now there were only three of them left in the living room.

Nan Jin looked around and confirmed that his mother had gone out, with a rather gloomy expression on his face.

"I don't want to go to work."

"But what can you do if you don't go to work? Do you have a way to make money at home?"

"The money I earned in the past few years is enough for me."

Nan Jin leaned back on the sofa. He was also close to 1.8 meters tall, but his arms were thicker than He Jian's thighs, and it was obvious at a glance that they were all fat.

"Let's not talk about money for now. We really need your help writing a new album. If possible, we can accept any price."

He Yijian lowered his head sincerely. Jiang Yunhe saw He Jianjian like this, although he couldn't understand what they were talking about, he still followed him and lowered his head.

"It's not a matter of cost or not. I don't want to go to work. I hate going to work. I just want to stay at home alone. Please go back. I'm sorry to make you come here for nothing."

After Nan Jin finished talking, he got up and went upstairs. He Jian hurriedly got up and wanted to say something, but looking at this fat figure, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Why doesn't he himself not want to go to work now?What qualifications do you have to persuade others?

I didn't expect things to be so difficult. Before I came here, He Jian only thought about giving more money and being more sincere, and it should be over. I didn't expect to meet such a hard nut to crack.

Although a little discouraged, He Jianjian was not ready to give up just like that.

That was the end of the first visit. He Jianjian pulled Jiang Yunhyuk to say goodbye. When he opened the door and was about to go out, he suddenly found Nan Jin's mother standing outside listening against the door. The vegetable basket on her hand was empty.

She looked at any room, couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

The three of them appeared together on the way to the vegetable market, and the woman was depressed all the way.

She talked a lot about Nanjin on the way, and Jiang Yunhyuk also translated it for He Jianjian along the way.

It turned out that Nam Jin used to be a very serious man who went to work. He liked the pop music style, and later entered a friend's studio and began to write songs for some boy groups in Japan and Korea.

Nan Jin was relatively introverted. At that time, it could be said that he had severe social phobia. His friend he met in high school was his only friend.

The two went to university together, and after graduation, it was logical to work together. His friend was very outgoing, contacted a lot of resources, took external orders and wrote songs, and Nan Jin also worked under him.

Nan Jin trusted him a lot and was willing to pay for him. He wrote a lot of songs at that time, many of which became popular later on.

But it wasn't until one day that he stopped writing songs and went to understand the current music market. Only then did he realize that all the songs he wrote were named after that friend.

He went to his friend to argue, but the other party said coldly that he had been paid for writing the song, and Nan Jin had signed the contract in the first place, and the copyright of the song was clearly written in the contract.

Then he took out an unequal contract that Nan Jin signed at some point as evidence, and said that Nan Jin had better stop messing around, otherwise the matter would not end well.

No one would believe what he said anyway.

Nan Jin was hit hard by this incident, and he suffered from depression immediately after returning home, which is why Nan Jin's mother never drove him out to work.

However, since Nan Jin became obsessed with the manga game Two-dimensional, his condition seems to have gradually improved, and he is also willing to go to the manga exhibition to communicate with people.

But even so, he was always not motivated, always thinking about staying at home, and when he was asked to go to work, he would be depressed for several days.

As a result, he stayed at home for four full years like this.

That's about what I learned from Nan Jin's mother. He Jian doesn't usually touch these two-dimensional things, so he can only try his best to understand Nan Jin's thoughts.

In addition, they also obtained a method worth trying from Nan Jin's mother, using cartoons or hand-made figures to seduce him, Nan Jin might come out.

So, in order to find the limited figures of anime characters that Nanjin has been crazy about recently, they set off for Akihabara, known as the Holy Land of Otaku, that afternoon.

He Jianjian's side is in full swing, but at the same time, the atmosphere on the other side is completely different from his side.

……

Chen Deqi used the key he took out from the company to open the door of He Jian's former dormitory. As soon as he came into contact with the air inside, he was greeted by a pungent smell of smoke and alcohol.

She frowned, opened the door a little to ventilate, and stood by the side without saying a word, looking at the man sitting on the ground leaning against the edge of the bed, staring blankly out of the window with a cigarette between his fingertips.

"He went to Akihabara this afternoon."

Tu Muyuan didn't speak, he turned his head and stared at the floor, put the cigarette in his mouth, pulled up He Jian's sweater hat with both hands, and covered his head.

"You go to him, don't continue like this, Director Shen's Wen Jian participated in the film festival, you use this as an excuse, try to call him back."

Chen Deqi looked very embarrassed and helpless, looking at Tu Muyuan's decadent and slovenly appearance, she only felt that her temples were constantly swollen and painful.

No one spoke for a long time, Chen Deqi sighed helplessly, shook his head, closed the door and went out.