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Even the driver spent the night in the car with seven people, and the others slept loudly. Only Jiang Suizheng didn't close his eyes all night. He had a light sleep and it was the first time he spent the night in the car. He was inevitably not used to it, so he pulled away gently Standing outside the car door, stretching your muscles and bones, Chen Peng left at some point, now coming out of the farmyard with lights on, Jiang Suizheng took the initiative to say hello: "Brother Chen."

Chen Peng glanced at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning, and asked, "Are you still asleep?"

Jiang Suizheng nodded.

"Aren't you used to it?" Chen Peng asked.

Jiang Suizheng answered honestly: "I have never slept in the car."

Chen Peng lit a cigarette: "I will get used to it in the future. I can sleep in the car, on the ground, in the haystack, or in the mud pit when I am very tired."

Jiang Suizheng listened and asked him, "Is it so hard when you just started?"

Chen Peng said: "It's not just a newcomer, what do you say in the entertainment industry? Don't look at the glamorous ones, in fact, you earn hard money. It's easier to climb to the top, but the abalone you eat has gritty sand on the bottom. Of course, those who have money, patrons, and backers will be counted separately." Chen Peng puffed out a smoke ring and turned him away: "You are the rich one, right? Why do you come to our company that is about to go bankrupt?"

Jiang Suizheng smiled and said, "I didn't know our company was going bankrupt."

Chen Peng got stuck, cleared his throat and said haha: "Anyway, that's the thing, if you can become popular, you won't go out of business. By the way, I was anxious and didn't ask you in detail. You have graduated from a series of prestigious schools in your resume, and your majors and acting arts are also good. Don't care about anything, what are you doing in the entertainment industry?"

Jiang Suizheng didn't hide it, and said, "Arguing with... my family."

"Oh..." Chen Peng suddenly realized that this was another story of a rich man abandoning his career for his own interests and ventured into the entertainment industry to avoid inheriting billions of dollars. Fortunately, he can play the piano, has a good temperament and good looks, so he missed it.

It was too late, and before we had a few words, Chen Peng yawned profusely, telling him to hurry back to the car and squint.

Early the next morning, they got up at five o'clock. Today's filming didn't have much to do with them, but with a learning attitude, Chen Peng still called them up to help out as the scene manager.

Jiang Suizheng usually likes to watch movies, and occasionally watch variety shows. I don’t know much about it, but I know the general idea. I heard that many variety shows have scripts. Each episode will choose the theme according to the type of guests. Fu Ting has gone all the way since his debut. It’s the route of a gentle and homely little prince, who can go up to the hall and go down to the kitchen. The production team invited him and wrote the book according to his character design. Fu Ting probably looked at it at the time and thought it would be no problem to act. Who would have thought of the scene? Tea, rice, oil and salt, real swords and guns, his face drooped at that time, the Wang family dragged him aside and begged him to pay attention to expression management, Fu Ting is smart, if he is not smart, he can't be popular, but He doesn't know how to cook at all, and if he makes a mess, he won't impress the program crew well. He can barely wash and chop vegetables. When it comes to cooking, he will definitely show his stuff, and he still cooks fish.

There was a large pot in the farmyard. Fu Ting picked up the oil pot on the ground and unscrewed the lid, poured more than half of it into it. Within three seconds, he picked up today's carp ingredients. Everyone saw it when the accident happened. Fu Ting's hands slipped, and a big carp weighing four catties fell into the pot. He exclaimed, and hurriedly covered his face. Several resident guests panicked and ran over to ask. After a while, the innocent eyes were filled with tears, and he looked quite frightened. When the filming started again, he didn't dare to go near the frying pan.

It's human nature, you can understand it.

The time has been pushed back and forth, and there is no further delay. It takes time to change the script. The chief director sat on the mat and slapped his thigh and said, "Find a substitute."

substitute?Many film and television dramas use doubles, but variety shows also use doubles?Hu Sining watched the whole process, spat at Xingzi and said: "The [-]th-line Xiangfei pheasant has lost its brain? The fire under the pot has not yet been heated, and the oil is as cold as an iced mineral spring, right?"

Nian Shengen loves to listen to his talk, and he can't stop laughing: "Where can I find a substitute for him? He can cook and has a similar body shape." Just as he was talking, the assistant director walked over again with a beer belly. Chen Peng is a fine person, glanced at Jiang Suizheng who was helping the field manager with things, and knew the purpose of the assistant director's trip.

Sure enough, the assistant director pointed at Jiang Suizheng and said, "The one in your group... Xiao, oh Xiao Jiang, can you cook?"

As a manager, Chen Peng naturally knew a little bit about it. No matter how well he did it, he added embellishments and said, "Yes, it's a very good job."

The assistant director was excited: "Great! Hurry up, let him come, he is not a few centimeters taller than Fu Ting, and his hair is not dyed, just blow it up and he will be able to do it!"

In the second week of Jiang Suizheng's entry into the circle, he was pushed out of the shelves again. Today is not leftovers. Standing alone under the camera is a bit timid. He is familiar with cooking, and Chen Peng is blindfolded. He did a pretty good job. Yu Zhao It is a resident guest host with amazing affinity. Seeing that he was nervous, he took the initiative to talk to him, regardless of the sound, and would cut it anyway, "Can I help you?"

Jiang Suizheng was cleaning up the fish scales, it was quite fishy, ​​but he didn't mind it, and said, "I can do it myself, thank you senior."

Yu Zhao said: "It seems that you are very skilled in this technique, you often do it."

Speaking of this, Jiang Suizheng laughed softly: "Well, I often do it, my family loves fish."

Yu Zhao waved his hand: "I don't like to eat, I hate thorns."

"He hates it too." Jiang Suizheng's eyes softened: "He likes to eat, but he doesn't like picking spines, and he doesn't like fish without spines, saying that fish without spines has no soul."

"Haha, who is it? Girlfriend?"

The corners of Jiang Suizheng's mouth curled up, his hands kept moving, he was a little shy, and didn't speak.

Yu Zhao knew it well, and asked again: "Then what should I do? Will you pick it for her?"

Jiang Suizheng: "Yes."

Yu Zhao: "Aren't you by my side?"

Jiang Suizheng washed the fish body, and smiled helplessly: "Then he will not eat it, he is almost thirty, and he still looks like a child."

The tone was so pampering, Yu Zhao covered his mouth and became happy. With her chatting with him, Jiang Suizheng gradually forgot that he was under the camera. Four or ten minutes later, the braised carp was out of the pot, and Yu Zhao took a sip. Terrible, he beckoned the other guests over, one person with one chopstick, thumbs up, Jiang Suizheng stood beside the seniors, cramped and polite, smiling like the sun in May, soft and dazzling.

Fu Ting sat back and enjoyed the success, walked over, smiled, found a good stand, pushed Jiang Suizheng aside calmly, and said: "Thank you, let me take the picture next."

Jiang Suizheng nodded and retired.

There was no cooking session in the afternoon. Fu Ting performed well. He had to leave at four o'clock in the afternoon. He was ready to return home. Before he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he saw a car approaching in the distance. He had seen that car, the license plate He had already recorded the number in the memo, and now it was turned out to be correct, and it was definitely Lu Zechuan's car.

Lu Zechuan came alone?What to do?visit class? !Who here is worthy of his visit?Fu Ting was a little excited, twitching the corners of his mouth to smile or not.

Lu Zechuan's car was getting closer and closer, and he was driving very fast. On the potholed cement road, he drove with the momentum of an F1 racer. Fu Ting hurried back to the courtyard and walked to the director. He didn't say that Lu Zechuan was here, but Said he would leave later.

The sound of sudden brakes attracted everyone's attention. A man got out of the car parked at the entrance of the farmyard. He wore black pants and half boots and a black jacket. There is a silver ring on it, and nothing is bare.

The director was paralyzed from the saddle for a day, and when he saw someone standing up, his big white steamed bun-like face was startled and then laughed, and he even wrinkled his smile, like a big bun, and said, "Lu Zechuan!"

Lu Zechuan took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing his flamboyant facial features, and raised his chin, "Old grandson."

Director Sun said: "Why are you here!" All the resident guests knew him, or basically no one didn't know him, so they coaxed them over to say hello. Fu Ting stood behind the crowd and didn't come forward. He waited for Lu Zechuan to take the initiative Talked to him, greeted him, waited for a long time, no one looked at him, went straight to the thatched shed under the yard, there were six people standing there, An Chen was already startled, "cluck, cluck, cluck" Like a hen laying eggs, Hu Sining rarely rolled his eyes and was quite excited. Chen Peng waited for Lu Zechuan to stop, and quickly said: "Brother Chuan." Then he said to the five members: "Hurry up, call senior!"

Five didn't have a tacit understanding, and shouted unevenly. Lu Zechuan became more and more unhappy when he distinguished the voices. He glanced at Jiang Suizheng who was standing in the farthest corner, and asked with a frown, "What did you call me?"

Jiang Suizheng looked at him, laughed softly, and called again: "Senior."

His voice was more colorful than usual, cheerful, and a little naughty.

Lu Zechuan squinted at him, nodded while grinding his back molars, turned his head and left.