Chapter 128 The lens limits Jiang Nian's output

Chapter 128 The lens limits Jiang Nian's output

Chapter 128 The lens limits Jiang Nian's output
It is said that variety shows have scripts, and everyone’s actions and words are set, just like acting.

But in fact, this statement is a bit exaggerated.

Because scripts also cost money.

If you want to get this treatment, your variety show must have been broadcast for at least several seasons and be very popular.

Like new variety shows like "A Longing for Life".

Obviously, he does not deserve such high treatment.

The director team can only give them a rough framework at best. The specific direction and what it will become depends entirely on their own development.

Relatively speaking, it is quite real.

This is also the reason why the first three seasons of "A Longing for Life" were so popular.

But unfortunately, many people don’t understand this, or rather, they understand it, but because the revenue of this drama is so high, even if they know that the script will cause the drama to go downhill, they still have to write it in order to make money.

But this is not what He Jiong and the others need to consider at the moment.

What they need to think about now is who the person was who just called to place the order.

"He's really good at eating snowy bean paste. He also ordered a plate of dried tofu with spicy peppers. He must be from Dongzhi."

After hanging up the phone, thinking about what had just happened, He Jiong habitually gave a compliment and then gave his own guess.

Dahua nodded: "It's very likely, but there are too many stars in Dongli. Teacher He, do you have more details?"

Hearing this, He Jiong thought for a moment and was about to speak.

However, before he could finish his words, Huang Lei beside him drank a sip of tea calmly and said in a preaching tone, "A Dongzhi person? I don't think so. Teacher He, Dahua, don't forget that guessing the origins of the guests is also a highlight of our show. The guests probably know about it and will definitely do something bad to make it impossible for us to guess. In my opinion, he can't be a Dongzhi person."

Right from the start, Huang Lei completely denied He Jiong's previous speculation.

As for He Jiong, perhaps because of Huang Lei's reputation, or perhaps because he didn't know Huang Lei well enough, he was actually frightened by him. After a brief moment of daze, he humbly asked, "Teacher Huang, where do you think he is from?"

Huang Lei thought for a while like a charlatan, and said, "If you ask me, he should be from the north. After all, there are differences between the north and the south. Southerners may not know so much about Dongli, but the fact that he mentioned the dish of snow cotton bean paste shows that he knows Dongli very well. At the same time, this dish is considered a dessert, so..."

Huang Lei said a lot of things and made various analyses.

Dahua, who was standing next to him, was stunned by what he heard and felt a little strange.

Because he thought about it and found that Huang Lei said so much, but in fact, it was the same as saying nothing.

"Ah this. Nonsense literature?"

Such a thought flashed through Dahua's mind, but he quickly put it behind him.

Because he felt that this was not right.

Who is Huang Lei?
He is a famous teacher and an all-round artist in their entertainment industry.

She can work on the set and in the kitchen, and she is both literary and martial, truly perfect.

How could he speak nonsense literature?
Especially looking at He Jiong's thoughtful expression after he finished listening.

Dahua was even more certain: "It must be that my attainments are not up to par yet, and I didn't understand what Mr. Huang meant by that!"

Little did he know that at this moment, He Jiong was frowning and wondering what Huang Lei was talking about.

He wanted to ask Dahua for his opinion, but when he turned around and saw Dahua's sudden look, He Jiong was stunned on the spot.

Damn, don’t tell him that you understood it?

If you understand, then what is the point of his current confusion?
"No, I understand it all."

So He Jiong also pretended to understand, pointed his finger, and praised: "As expected of Mr. Huang, what you said is so accurate."

"Haha, if you have nothing to do, read more books, learn about humanities and history, and you can be like me after a few years."

Faced with He Jiong's flattery, Huang Lei was not embarrassed at all. He responded directly and laughed.

Upon hearing this, Dahua also subconsciously praised it.

Just when they were praising Huang Lei crazily.

Sudden.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

A smart voice came, and He Jiong was slightly stunned.

Because he remembered that the person who called him before was obviously a man.

But then I thought again, the director team said that two groups of people would come today, both groups would be one man and one woman, and I felt relieved.

He stood up quickly: "Here I come."

He Jiong walked outside.

Seeing this, Dahua and Huang Lei followed.

Then I saw a tall woman standing there with two suitcases.

"Yeah, it's Mimi."

When he saw who was coming, He Jiong's face immediately showed joy and he hurried forward to greet him.

However, just as he approached the vicinity, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

That's next to Yang Mi, why is there a huge shadow?
He Jiong subconsciously looked to the side.

Then I saw a tall and mighty man in the blind spot of the camera, lighting a cigarette with his head down.

When he saw He Jiong, he smiled slightly, took out another cigarette and handed it to him: "Hello, Mr. He, would you like one?"

"No, um, may I ask, who are you?"

He Jiong always felt that the man in front of him looked familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember his name.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Yang Mi introduced him with a smile: "Teacher He, let me introduce him to you. He is an artist from my company, Jiang Nian!"

"Jiang Nian?" He Jiong blinked, then suddenly realized and clapped his hands: "Oh, I remember, Du Gao, Yu Huatian! It's Teacher Jiang, oh, I was wondering why he looked so familiar, I watched your performance of "Flying Daggers of Dragon Gate" several times during the Chinese New Year, and your performance of Yu Huatian was simply amazing!"

After saying that, He Jiong extended his hand towards Jiang Nian with great enthusiasm.

Seeing this, Jiang Nian smiled back and held out his hand: "Teacher He, you are too kind. I am just lucky to have got such a good role. I am not like you, Teacher He. The Happy Camp you hosted has occupied my entire childhood."

This is not just a compliment.

When Jiang Nian was a child, there was really nothing to watch on TV, so he could only watch this stuff.

At the same time, he also had a good impression of He Jiong.

Although his sexual orientation is contrary to common people, there is really nothing wrong with the way he behaves.

"Haha, you're welcome. Mr. Jiang, how about I help you carry your luggage in first?"

He Jiong suggested that the main reason was that Jiang Nian was smoking and it was inconvenient for him to be on camera, so he was ready to help.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nian waved his hand and said, "No, wait a moment."

Then he put the cigarette in his mouth and pulled it hard.

"Whoosh—"

At a speed almost visible to the naked eye, the Marlboro that had just been lit was dissolved by Jiang Nian's cough, leaving only a long section of the burnt remains.

Jiang Nian flicked the cigarette light and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Okay, Mr. He, Sister Mi, let's go."

"Uh, okay, okay!"

He Jiong was already confused and replied blankly.

At the door of the house, Yang Mi and Jiang Nian came in under the arrangement of He Jiong.

Huang Lei said to Dahua proudly: "See, what did I say, Yang Mi, she is not from Dongli."

"Um, Mr. Huang, is it possible that Mr. Jiang next to Yang Mi is from Dongli?" Recognizing Jiang Nian, Dahua asked cautiously.

Huang Lei asked, "Jiang Nian?"

"Yes, it's Yu Huatian who was very popular some time ago, Jiang Nian. I remember he seemed to be..." The more Dahua spoke, the smaller his voice became, until finally, it was almost as loud as a mosquito's buzz.

Because he already felt a little embarrassed.

They said at the beginning that the other party was from Dongzhi, but you, Huang Lei, refused to believe it and insisted on singing a different tune.

As a result, a Dongzhi person really came.

Huang Lei frowned slightly at this.

Then he walked forward, ignoring Jiang Nian, and said to Yang Mi: "Mi Mi, sure, you gave me a difficult task right after I got here, asking me to make snow cotton bean paste. When did you start liking Donglicai?"

Yang Mi didn't understand the hidden meaning of his words, and she didn't know what had happened between her and Jiang Nian before.

Subconsciously, I defended myself: "No, Mr. Huang, I didn't order this dish. Jiang Nian ordered it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Huang Lei's face froze.

Jiang Nian also said at this moment: "Yes, is there any problem?"

Huang Lei said nothing.

It was He Jiong who was standing next to him who noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and he quickly came out to smooth things over, saying, "Haha, what's the problem? It just means you know how to eat. Come on, come on, come in. You must be exhausted after walking all the way here. Dahua, pour the guests a cup of tea."

Dahua didn't know what to do at the moment. After hearing He Jiong's arrangement, he finally found a reason to leave here. He quickly said, "Okay! I'll boil some water."

Then he hurried into the house and there was no more sound.

Seeing this, Yang Mi felt a little strange, but didn't say much.

Jiang Nian, on the other hand, looked at Huang Lei with his eyes slightly narrowed.

As mentioned before, his senses are very sharp and he can detect the ill intentions of others.

This led to the fact that just now, he clearly sensed a strong sense of malice from Huang Lei.

"The old bitch is very dissatisfied with me!"

Jiang Nian muttered to himself.

Although he didn't know why Huang Lei was so hostile towards him when they first met.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Jiang Nian has never been a good-tempered person, and he never tolerates faults with people in the entertainment industry, no matter how high or low their status is, and treats them in a casual and free manner.

After all, he has extraordinary martial arts skills and is a big shot in the entertainment industry.

It just so happened that he didn't like Huang Lei very much.

These two things together.

"You'd better not cause trouble, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you any face."

Looking at Huang Lei silently, Jiang Nian thought in his heart.

Then, just like Huang Lei ignored him before, Jiang Nian also ignored Huang Lei. Without even saying hello, he walked straight into the house.

Seeing this, He Jiong, a shrewd man, could naturally see that there was a problem.

But he didn't know what to do.

I could only change the topic abruptly to make the atmosphere less awkward.

Fortunately, this torturous situation did not last long.

"Ding-ling-ling—"

"Ding-ling-ling—"

The phone in the Mushroom House rang again.

He Jiong realized that it should be the second group of guests arriving, so he quickly answered the call and started chatting with them.

For a moment, Yang Mi, Jiang Nian, and Huang Lei were left alone, staring at each other, without saying a word.

Huang Lei kept silent because what had just happened made him feel embarrassed and angry, so he was putting on airs.

Jiang Nian saw through it, but didn't buy it at all.

Are you the only one who knows how to put on airs?

I'm used to it!

He simply stopped Yang Mi who was about to speak to ease the atmosphere, and drank his tea calmly, not moved at all.

After all, he was the guest, and in the end, the one who was embarrassed was not him, but Huang Lei, the incompetent "host".

In that case, let’s just fight it out and see who can outlast the other.

Seeing this, a hint of anger flashed in Huang Lei's eyes.

He really didn't expect that Jiang Nian, who had just gained a little fame this year, would dare not give him face.

But soon, this hint of anger was suppressed by him.

Because they are recording a show now, he has to pay attention to his image.

So, after a moment of silence, Huang Lei said: "Mi Mi, your company really has a big star."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Mi's eyelids twitched.

She was not a fool, so she could naturally hear the hidden meaning in Huang Lei's words.

So he said, "Mr. Huang, you are too kind. I was just lucky."

"It's just luck, I don't think so. Jiang Nian is not an ordinary person." Huang Lei continued to make sarcastic remarks.

I saw him just staring at Yang Mi and attacking her.

Jiang Nian felt a little unhappy, so he took over the conversation and pretended to be curious: "Oh? What's so special about it? Has Mr. Huang learned fortune-telling?"

“No, I just dabbled in it a little.”

"I see. Mr. Huang just spoke so convincingly. I thought he was quite knowledgeable. I was thinking of asking him to read my fortune for me."

It's different from Huang Lei's indirect way of cursing.

Jiang Nian’s main focus is on head-on confrontation.

In other words, since they are still filming the variety show, Jiang Nian can't just turn against him.

Otherwise, he would not be being sarcastic now, but would just raise his little hand and start hunting his mother.

The use of force has given Jiang Nian enormous confidence, which means that in a society ruled by law, otherwise people with sharp weapons will surely have murderous intent.

Upon hearing this, Huang Lei and Yang Mi's faces changed at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Huang, Jiang Nian didn't mean it. He has always been like this. He is used to speaking directly." Yang Mi explained.

Huang Lei's eyelids twitched, but he still had to pretend to be magnanimous in front of the camera:

"It's okay. After all, I'm not very specialized, and what he said is not wrong."

"Let's get back to business, Mimi. Do you know the rules of the Mushroom House?"

"What rules?" Yang Mi asked.

"Everyone who comes to the Mushroom House to order food has to put in some actual work to get it. Today you ordered snow bean paste and dried tofu with hot peppers, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to ask you to do some farm work, right?"

Although he asked, Huang Lei's tone was extremely firm and could not be questioned.

Hearing this, Yang Mi said, "Of course, no problem, Mr. Huang. Don't think I'm a layperson, but actually, when I was a kid in my hometown, I also helped with housework."

"That's good. You can go to work in the fields now. My requirements are not high. You ordered two dishes, and one vegetable can be planted on one acre of land. That's no problem, right?" Huang Lei said quietly.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Mi's face suddenly changed and she almost stood up.

How many?

One vegetable per acre of land?

Are you fucking crazy!
(End of this chapter)