Xu Qiao's physical condition is no longer suitable for the next filming. This eleven-day rainforest trip can come to an end here, which may not be perfect but is convincing enough.
After the female elephant carried Xu Qiao back to the shelter, the herd did not leave, but stayed at the nearby stream to drink water, as if protecting the young boy.
Xiaowen and Daniel continued filming silently until they heard a notification from the program crew through their headphones. They finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned the camera to the sky.
The helicopter came over, slowly growing larger from a tiny black dot on the horizon.
The airflow stirred up by the rotor blew through the dense jungle, the hatch opened, and a ladder hung down from above.
The elephants were a little anxious because of the roar of the helicopter and the airflow, so they moved away.
"Teacher Xu!" Three staff members came down the ladder and brought the nearly unconscious Xu Qiao back to the helicopter.
After Xiaowen and Daniel finished shooting this shot, they turned around and shot the elephant herd for a while before following them.
Seeing Xu Qiao leave, the elephants guarding the sanctuary paced for a while, and finally left slowly under the leadership of the female elephant.
The rescue experts assigned by the program team removed the parachute cover tied to Xu Qiao's leg to stop the bleeding, and saw that the wound inside that was cut by razor grass had stopped bleeding.
The wound edge was a little white, so the rescue expert rinsed it with hydrogen peroxide and said, "It's inflamed. Don't let the wound get wet when you go back."
After changing Xu Qiao's bandage, the expert took out instruments to check his physical condition.
"It's OK, not too bad. Once we get off the helicopter, we'll go to the hospital and have a detailed checkup of all indicators to see if there are any other problems."
Xu Qiao responded a few times in a daze, took the warm water handed to him by the staff and drank two sips.
Gong Sheng wanted to ask him how he felt, but Xu Qiaoren had already fallen asleep. Looking at his pale face, leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, Gong Sheng felt bad: "He's really suffered. He's lost a lot of weight."
The others stopped chatting silently, leaving him with a quiet environment for rest.
After getting off the helicopter, Xu Qiao was sent to the hospital by the program crew for a full-body examination. He stayed in the hospital for three days for observation before returning to Beijing with the program crew.
After leaving the airport, Xu Siyi, Mo Chenghong and Li Feifei all came to pick us up.
"Brother, are you okay?" Li Feifei had sharp eyes and saw Xu Qiao as soon as he walked out. She immediately jumped over and checked his whole body with a nervous look.
"Why have you lost so much weight? You didn't have much flesh to begin with." Li Feifei frowned and looked at her brother with heartache.
When they heard from the program team that the recording would end early, everyone in the studio was worried, fearing that Xu Qiao might have encountered some danger in the rainforest.
This time, seeing that he was still standing here alive, I felt relieved, but at the same time, I felt distressed and sad.
Xu Siyi came over and took the things from Xu Qiao's hand. Seeing that his movements were a little unnatural when he walked, he paused and asked, "What's wrong with your legs?"
Xu Qiao glanced at him and said to Mo Chenghong, "Let's talk about it after we get in the car."
He and Xu Siyi were both wearing masks and hats, but their figures and temperament were very eye-catching in the crowd, and many people stopped to look at them.
Xu Siyi glanced at the people who were gradually gathering around him, hummed, and walked towards the parking lot holding Xu Qiao's arm.
I have really lost a lot of weight. Feeling the thin arm in his palm, Xu Siyi exhaled slowly.
After getting in the car and starting it slowly, two fans suddenly realized what was going on and ran over, shouting, "Qiao Qiao! Qiao Qiao!"
"Stop." After asking Mo Chenghong to stop the car, Xu Qiao lowered the window and waved at them.
When the two girls saw that the car really stopped, they were surprised and their faces were flushed as they ran over.
"Qiao Qiao, it's really you! Aren't you filming a documentary in Yunnan?"
"The first episode has been recorded." Xu Qiao took off his mask and smiled at the two of them.
The two girls were stunned when they saw the pale and obviously thinner face under the mask, and the words they wanted to say were choked in their throats.
After a while, a girl responded in a panic: "Qiao Qiao, you must be tired after getting off the plane. Go back and have a rest, and eat more delicious food..."
His eyes turned red as he spoke.
The other one also nodded and said, "Yes, we won't disturb you anymore, go back and rest quickly!"
Xu Qiao's eyes curved and he asked, "Don't you want an autograph and a photo?"
The two fans looked at Mo Chenghong who was in the driver's seat hesitantly and said, "Yes, is it okay?"
As veteran fans, they also have some understanding of Mo Chenghong and know that this agent is always very serious.
"Of course." After getting out of the car and signing autographs for two fans and taking photos with them, Xu Qiao returned to the car, and Mo Chenghong stepped on the accelerator again.
"Jojo is so nice oooooooooooooooooooo!"
"But I was really shocked when he took off his mask just now." Another girl looked at the group photo on her phone. The people in the photo were still good-looking, but they were obviously sick. "Sick beauty, wuwuwu, I'm going to send the group photo to my sisters to show them off!!"
In the car, Xu Qiao rolled up his loose trouser legs to show Xu Siyi the bandaged wound: "It's nothing serious, just an accidental scratch from a blade of grass."
"Was the wound from the grass leaves so thick?" Xu Siyi frowned and said in a bad mood, "Gong Sheng even called the studio and asked them to make more blood-replenishing soup for you."
It was obvious that a lot of blood was shed.
Xu Qiao: “…”
"It's okay, just rest for a few days and you'll be fine. Don't worry." Xu Qiao looked at Xu Siyi's tightly pursed lips and lowered his voice.
Xu Siyi turned his head away, and after a while, he asked in a dull voice: "Which one do you prefer, white peony root and black chicken or codonopsis and pork liver? My mother said these two soups can replenish blood."
Xu Qiao: "… pig liver."
"good."
Mo Chenghong in front of him pulled the corner of his mouth as he listened to the conversation between the two people: "Is the wound deep? I asked someone to bring some scar removal ointment. When you get home, apply it to me every three hours. Don't leave any scars."
He also had no way to deal with Xu Qiao. Failure in survival was expected, but Xu Qiao's persistence in the rain forest for eleven days still surprised him a little.
Mo Chenghong had called to ask about Xu Qiao's performance, but Gong Sheng kept it a secret and even his agent wouldn't reveal anything, which made Mo Chenghong exhausted.
Originally, he wanted to ask Xu Qiao what he thought of his performance, but seeing his miserable appearance, Mo Chenghong was at a loss for words. With the idea of "not exposing children's scars", he only reminded him a few words to go home and take good care of himself, and did not ask any more questions.
The car fell silent for a while. After a while, Xu Siyi said, "You don't have to worry too much about Guan Chaosheng."
Xu Qiao turned and glanced at him.
His profile was smooth, and the subtle turn from cheekbones to jaw made his face look even more handsome. Xu Siyi didn't say why he didn't need to worry, and Xu Qiao knew he didn't need to ask.
Things will always get better.
After returning home, Fei-Fei Li stayed to take care of him.
While Li Feifei was busy packing his things, Xu Qiao turned on his phone and contacted Gao Ming.
Gao Ming is always very quick in answering the phone. The call was connected as soon as the second ring sounded.
"Teacher Xu, are you back after recording the show?" His voice was full of resentment.
Xu Qiao hummed: "Is your progress going smoothly?"
Gao Ming: "The whole company revolves around this game, so it's going relatively smoothly."
“How long will it take to go online?”
Gao Ming's tone became more serious when talking about this: "It will definitely be launched this year. In fact, the entire structure is almost ready for development, and we are now working overtime to conduct internal testing. It's just that the game version number is a bit troublesome, and it will take some effort to get it. And as for the promotion, we are also discussing how to do it."
"If there are any problems with the development, you can ask me to come over and help. As for the promotion... What do you think of "Survival"?"
Before Gao Ming could react to what Xu Qiao meant by his previous words, his attention was drawn to his next words.
Gao Ming silently repeated the word "survival" in his mind, and then he realized that Xu Qiao was talking about the documentary he had just finished recording for the first time.
After thinking it over carefully, Gao Ming said, "Actually, the subject matter is quite suitable. But if it's just a documentary... the ratings will definitely not be high, and the publicity effect is questionable."
He hesitated for a while and asked again: "What about that... advertising fee?"
"It's not high anyway. If you are interested, you can come and talk in person."
"Okay. I'll discuss this with everyone." Finally, Gao Ming couldn't help but say, "Teacher Xu, do you still remember your artist ID?"
Xu Qiao blinked.
"It's been so long since you updated the game. Your fans have come to our official game account to ask if the main artist is missing."
Xu Qiao pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Then I'll update it later."
He really forgot about it. He rarely went on Weibo, let alone switched to a secondary account.
…
The "Survival" program team quickly released a Weibo announcement that the first episode was recorded.
Previously, due to the special subject matter and Xu Qiao’s celebrity status, "Survival" had attracted heated discussions.
The early end of the first episode of recording has attracted a lot of discussion and speculation.
[Shouldn't it take half a month to record? It's only been eleven days.]
[How come I couldn’t hold on for half a month? Did I fail?]
[If it ends early, it will definitely fail. Come to think of it, asking Xu Qiao to survive in a desperate situation is just a joke!]
[It was an expected failure. Now, documentary films are all looking for traffic stars. I am not targeting Xu Qiao himself, but as a documentary enthusiast, I really want to say that this "traffic-only" choice will inevitably drive out good money. If even documentaries start looking for traffic, how many excellent works can there be in the long run? Director Gong Sheng's choice is disturbing this pure land.]
[Xu Qiao, a passerby fan, also wants to say that I absolutely support my brother acting in TV dramas and variety shows, but filming a documentary, especially one about survival... I really can't imagine it.]
[Why are you so pessimistic? ? I don’t care. As long as it’s Xu Qiao’s work, I will definitely support it.]
[I say, what qualifications do you have to criticize Xu Qiao? My friend works at a TV station. I don't know how poor the documentary channel is. The salary offered is not even as much as my brother can get for just a random announcement. What does my brother want from going there? Is it for the money, or for you to mock him, or for him to make documentaries and gain popularity? Isn't it better to make commercials, act in TV dramas, or run variety shows? ? ]
[That’s right. Can’t they just let people make good documentaries if they really want to? Bad money drives out good money. The documentary channel is so poor, where does your so-called capital come from?]
[Let me be honest, documentary channels are really poor.]
Seeing that netizens' comments were gradually moving towards the question of "How poor is the documentary channel?" Director Gong Sheng said: "… "
Please stop talking, it hurts more and more.
When it comes to the issue of poverty, Gong Sheng is really a little worried.
Every channel has revenue targets. The less advertising sponsorship a documentary channel can get, the less money it will have for producing programs in the next year. The documentary programs produced with less funding will be worse, thus creating a vicious cycle.
Let’s not talk about the future, but right now, if we can’t attract any more advertisements, the production funds for the next few episodes of “Survival” may become a problem.
The first phase was in the Xishuangbanna tropical rain forest, which was okay in China.
After that, I traveled all over the world and the funds flowed out like water.
Money. Gong Sheng felt a headache when he thought of this word.
After Xu Qiao joined the documentary "Survival", several brands showed interest and were willing to place advertisements.
However, both the price offered and the category of the advertisement were far from Gong Sheng’s psychological expectations.
Apart from anything else, if you are advertising a low-quality and unscrupulous product with a lot of bad reviews in the market, I cannot accept it even if the price you offer is good. You still have to have a conscience.
"Director Gong, this is the price we can offer. Why don't you think about it again?" The fat man sitting opposite the desk had a red face and pushed the contract over with a smile, "Look, the contract has been drafted. We are here with sincerity."
Gong Sheng looked at the contract with a frown on his face.
We haven't discussed the terms in detail yet, but I've already brought the drafted contract here. You call that sincerity? Ugh!
Isn't this just short of saying that this is an unfair clause
Before Gong Sheng could control his temper, his assistant came over tremblingly, knocked on the door and whispered, "Director, Teacher Xu is here."
Hearing Xu Qiao's name, Gong Sheng's expression relaxed: "What is Xu Qiao doing here?"
The assistant glanced at the fat man, walked over and whispered in Gong Sheng's ear: "He brought someone with him, saying he was here to introduce the title sponsor."
Gong Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.
He coughed lightly, and pushed the contract back on the desk with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, I'm afraid we can't accept this contract."