Chapter 983

Li Wenyan suddenly mentioned her mortgage, which sounded like she cared, but Tang Li didn't think he was a father who wanted to repay the two million for himself.

Before Tang Li answered, Li Wenyan said again: "I filmed a few dramas before, did those producers not owe their pay?"

"The final payment will be settled." Tang Li put down the spoon and smiled at Li Wenyan: "Feng Qi has been discussing with the company recently and is going to get me a studio, saying that it is reasonable to avoid tax."

Generally, tax avoidance is required, indicating that the salary will not be less than one million.

"Have you been paid for the "Phoenix Concubine"?"

Li Wenyan asked the question, and his expression became more and more gentle.

Tang Li nodded: "At the end of last month, the bank has already entered the account."

Song Jingtian's position is next to the main seat, with Tang Li on the right.

Listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, he turned to look at Tang Li.

Seeing that Tang Li's face did not show any signs of incompatibility with his biological father, Song Jingtian leaned forward, took a bottle of Maotai on the table, unpacked it and unscrewed the bottle cap.

Then, poured Li Wenyan a glass of wine.

Li Wenyan couldn't ignore Song Jingtian's move.

Fortunately, his abdominal wound has healed, and it doesn't matter if he drinks a little.

No longer concerned about the salary, Li Wenyan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and did not forget to praise: "This wine has a delicate taste, a mellow body, and a prominent sauce flavor, but it tastes better than the Moutai I have ever drunk!"

With that said, he picked up the wine bottle and took a closer look.

"If you like it, I'll bring you two more bottles next time."

This was the first time Tang Li had seen Song Jingtian being so polite.

As for Li Wenyan, he has drank hundreds of thousands of wines, and I am afraid that he has long despised such a large number of thousands of wines. Now he behaves like drinking the best wine, but it is because of Song Boyan's Buddha-faced appearance.

When Li Wenyan finished drinking the glass of wine, Song Jingtian immediately took the bottle and poured it again.

After drinking two glasses in a row, Li Wenyan put down the glass and continued the topic just now: "It's good that you don't owe the salary. It is said on the Internet that you took tens of millions of "Huang Fei". This salary is enough for you to have ten houses in Zichen Garden."

"Dad looks at me too highly." Tang Li took the bottle of Maotai from Song Jingtian's hand and poured a glass for Li Wenyan: "The producer of that play offered me 25 million, and the brokerage company split it up. Seven-tenths, after paying the tax, it will only be five million in my hands."

For Tang Li's remarks, Li Wenyan did not make a decision.

He picked up the wine glass, and then said again: "Recently, the star drama is being filmed. The salary they pay you should not be as low as before."

"It's only two million." Tang Li put the bottle back on the table.

"How did I hear that now you are in the circle, and the price of the show has been reported to 50 million."

These words, Li Wenyan used a teasing tone.

Tang Li followed with a smile: "If it's really the price Dad said, the money I donated to the Children's Rescue Fund would have to be doubled, and I wouldn't have to keep digging, and I've only given a few million now."

Li Wenyan's eyes jumped and he looked straight at the daughter.

Even if he looked at him, Tang Li's eyes were still straight: "Dad, what's the matter?"

Before Li Wenyan looked away, an unbearable colic came from his stomach.

This feeling is like eating something bad.

There are faint signs of farting.

"Dad?!" Tang Li called out uneasy.

The sudden headache gave Li Wenyan the illusion that he was about to bleed from the seven orifices.

Just as he was about to speak, a gust of nausea shot straight down his throat!