Manager Sheng only got the specific contents of the contract today.
Although "Emergency Room" is a rare official variety show, Chengdu Entertainment's resources were also tilted towards Meng Fu at the beginning.
After detailed planning, Shengyu's development department and operations department held a meeting. This variety show is different from their traditional variety shows. Documentary variety shows, in short, are too risky.
"Okay, Manager Sheng, send me the specific plan and I'll talk to them again." Zhao Fan pondered for a while and replied.
The two hung up the phone. Zhao Fan held the phone in his hand and waited for Manager Sheng to send follow-up content. He looked up and said, "This resource itself is top-notch in the circle, but the risk is very high. Manager Sheng and the others are now afraid that the shooting effect will not be good." , Brother Cheng, what do you think?”
Su Cheng had almost finished eating. He put down his chopsticks, looked at Meng Fu, and pursed his lips slightly: "You decide for yourself."
Meng Fu was still chatting with the village chief with her head lowered. When she heard this, she did not raise her head and just said lightly: "Go."
"Understood," Zhao Fan snapped his fingers, "I will discuss this matter with Manager Sheng. The variety show is still under registration. Don't worry, I have to go find Director Li."
Director Li is the general director of GDL Legend of Gods and Demons.
Meng Fu responded casually while eating, still reading the message sent by the village chief.
Is anyone looking for Yang Hua
Meng Fu frowned slightly, who would come to Yang Hua
In order not to affect Yang Hua and Meng Xun, Meng Fu carefully prepared a copy of their information and files after returning.
Thinking of the phone call that Yang Hua just hung up on, Meng Fu fell into deep thought. Now that he thought about it, there was something unusual -
Village chief, help me pay attention to my mother's recent movements and see who is looking for her.
Yang Hua looked carefree, but she would never tell anyone if anything happened. Meng Fu always had the idea that she was living in desolation.
Village Chief: Call me
Meng Fu: Send you some spices.
It just so happened that the medicine assigned to her by the fragrance department was about to arrive.
System message: The village chief withdrew a message.
Village Chief: Okay.
Meng Fu: "..."
**
at the same time.
He Miao's side.
The director invited the crew to eat hot pot.
The director of "Star" was also there, sitting at the same table with several guests.
"Director, why didn't I find you at the beginning?" Ye Xiang asked.
"I'm going to see the teacher. I want to ask him how Meng Fu is doing at Go." The director blanched a piece of meat.
He Miao said, "What did the teacher say?"
Xi Nancheng thought of what happened two days ago and looked at the director.
The director shook his head: "The teacher said she is average, but a little better than He Miao."
Hearing this sentence, Xi Nancheng looked away and no longer paid attention. He nodded slightly, "The foundation is weak, but he has a good memory and likes to take chances."
Sang Yu smiled, "Miss Meng is a god of learning, so she should have a good memory."
"Brother Fu has a really good memory." He Miao didn't see the difference between Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng, but regretted: "It would be great if Father Meng was here tonight. She likes to eat meat, but she has to give it to her tonight." Mom calls."
Xi Nancheng lowered his head to eat calmly and said nothing after hearing the words.
He had some changes in his feelings towards Meng Fu, but the way she joked with He Miao about Go made him very unhappy.
"There will be a chance tomorrow," Ye Xiang raised his head and looked at Xi Nancheng, quite excited: "Teacher Xi, you promised to come back and treat us to dinner after watching the finals tomorrow. He Miao, please call your father Meng. This time If it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t be able to finish the pile of books.”
Xi Nancheng squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to be thinking.
He Miao thought for a while, "Dad Meng seems to be waiting for a courier tomorrow and won't leave. Shall I ask her?"
Xi Nancheng paused for a moment, but did not refuse: "Ask."
He Miao quickly picked up the phone.
On the side of the table, Sang Yu wiped his mouth with a tissue and turned to Xi Nancheng, "Teacher Xi, I heard that you are going to take the Associated Press test recently?"
It's no secret that Xi Nancheng is a chess fanatic.
Ye Xiang opened a bottle of Coke for himself while watching He Miao's message. He looked up and was very surprised: "United Press?"
"It's the International United Go Club." Although Sang Yu didn't have any talent for playing chess, he obviously had a lot of research on these things: "Every year, we recruit members from all over the world, but the chess games are different every year."
Ye Xiang nodded and expressed understanding. Although she didn't understand much, she knew that she was definitely not an ordinary club member. "Teacher Xi, you are so awesome."
"It's still far away." Xi Nancheng cherished this opportunity, but he was also self-aware and didn't have much hope. "I heard from the teachers and others that this year's chess game is just a few endgames of the Xuanyuan Game. In the Go Club, even Teacher Ge I didn’t even get involved in this game.”
When Sang Yu heard this, he smiled, "Teacher Xi, I talked about this with Sister Sheng Jun. You should know the TG Cup champion four years ago."
This incident is a major event in the Go world.
In the most bloody tournament in the past century, the 18-year-old genius Go boy from country R provoked all the teachers in country R, crushed all the players in the TG Cup preliminary round, and threatened in the land of Flower Country that Flower Country Some players are just like that, claiming that Go originated from their country.
At that time, it aroused the anger of the Chinese people.
This incident attracted the attention of the country, and the Go club was required to find someone to beat the boy no matter what. In the local area, he was bullied like this, and the blood of the people in the Go world was aroused.
The conflict between the cultural circles of the two countries has also become explosive.
Public opinion is flying everywhere.
Until the finals, a player from the Go club suddenly appeared and won two out of three games, defeating the talented young Go player.
It was a sensation back then.
It was also from that time that the number of members in the Go club increased dramatically.
Today, those trophies are still in the collection of the Go club.
Nowadays, the first lesson for those who learn Go is this Go incident that caused a storm in the city. Xi Nancheng naturally knows this. Hearing Sang Yu's question, he paused slightly, "I remember that the final game of that session was the Xuanyuan Game. But I wasn’t part of the Go club at that time, so I didn’t meet her…”
Xi Nancheng also asked his senior brothers in the Go club, but he didn't know the news about the champion.
Even the name is a code name.
"Sister Sheng Jun seems to know this person. If you have time tomorrow, I'll ask her to come out and ask her yourself." Sang Yu looked at Xi Nancheng and smiled.
Hearing Sang Yu's words, Xi Nancheng looked up.
Ever since it was revealed that Sheng Jun was cheating on Meng Fu, her popularity among the public was completely ruined by her, so she quit the entertainment industry and took over the company at home. However, Xi Nancheng's association with her did not have much impact on public opinion.
"Her?" Xi Nancheng was surprised. He glanced at He Miao subconsciously.
He remembered that Meng Fu and Sheng Jun were not getting along.
Sang Yu lowered his eyes and smiled, "He Miao, is Meng Fu free tomorrow?"
"I'm asking." He Miao was a quiet person in the circle before. He didn't know most of the inside information. Naturally, he didn't know that Sheng Jun and Meng Fu didn't get along, and he didn't know that Xi Nancheng had any quarrel with Meng Fu.
He sent a message directly to Meng Fu—
Teacher Xi will invite us to dinner tomorrow, will you come
In less than two seconds, the other person replied with two words: No.
On the other side of the phone, He Miao looked at the other people and scratched his head: "Dad Meng said she won't come. I'll ask her again..."
Xi Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard He Miao speak, he subconsciously interrupted: "No, let's wait until the next chance."
**
Wanmin Village, early morning.
The village chief took his dry cigarette and went out.
The weather was approaching November, so he wore a pair of black trousers with a blue-black jacket on top, which looked a bit old.
There was a broken bamboo hat hanging on the back.
There are many crops planted in Wanmin Village. At this time, most people get up and start doing farm work.
There is very little smoke from the roof.
The village chief was not far from Yang Hua's house. When he looked up, he could see that Yang Hua's gate was closed. He lit his cigarette but did not leave.
Yang Hua planted some crops and raised some chickens and ducks, not much, but it was enough for food and shelter.
at the same time.
Village entrance.
The familiar car slowly stopped at the door.
The car was a modified commercial vehicle, not a model familiar to the public. The wheelchair slowly descended along the automatically extended steps, and the big man in black pushed the wheelchair forward.
Next to me, the old man wearing reading glasses frowned and looked at the surrounding environment: "Sir, there are some things I know I shouldn't say, but I still want to remind you that poor people come from poor places. You are here in person at this time, lest someone with ulterior motives take advantage of you. Moreover, your leg finally got an appointment with a specialist for consultation... "
"Steward Yang, that's my sister," Yang Lai interrupted the old man. When he said this, his dark eyebrows were a little hurt, "She should have been like her sister, who had no worries about food and clothing, and married a promising man. Young man, look at what kind of life she is living now. I know she complained that I didn't pick her up at the time. Now I don't want anything else but to take her back and let her live the life she should have. "
Butler Yang looked at Yang Lai's legs and frowned, but said nothing.
Arriving at Yang Hua's house, there was no one there.
Not far away, a voice came: "Are you looking for Yang Hua? She went to the fields to the east to fertilize the crops."
When Butler Yang turned around, he saw an old man smoking a cigarette, wearing cloth shoes and a bamboo hat behind his back. Butler Yang was very polite and thanked him: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The village chief narrowed his eyes.
Butler Yang and his party went east to look for Yang Hua.
This is the first time that Butler Yang has seen Yang Hua in person. She has a pole on her shoulder and an empty bucket on both ends of the pole. She must have just watered the vegetable garden and is talking to the woman next to her with a very loud voice. , "Auntie, let's go to the village chief to play mahjong this afternoon! Today we'll be playing mahjong for 50 cents!"
Loud voice, rude behavior, no manners at all.
"Is this really Miss Baozhu?" On the field ridge, Butler Yang couldn't help but asked the man in black next to him.
Yang Baoyi, the eldest son of the Yang family, is a well-known noblewoman in the circle.
Although Yang Lai, the second eldest son of the Yang family, has both legs disabled, he is also a business elite, elegant and gentle.
The gap is too big.
The first time he saw Yang Hua, Butler Yang could hardly believe that it was Yang Baozhu.
The big man in black held his hand firmly on the handle of Yang Lai's wheelchair. He nodded when he heard Butler Yang's words.
While the two were talking, Yang Hua and her aunt who came with them had already seen Butler Yang and his party.
As the two walked in, the smell of farmyard manure became stronger.
Butler Yang took a step back.
Butler Yang and his party are not ordinary people in terms of their aura and clothing. People in the village have seen the Jiang family, so it is not surprising to see Yang Lai and others.
The middle-aged woman who was with Yang Hua was holding a vegetable basket. She looked at Butler Yang's reaction and did not say hello to Butler Yang and others. She said to Yang Hua: "Yang Hua, I'll go back and see if the porridge in the pot is boiled."
The people in Wanmin Village are simple and indeed feudal. They are quite enthusiastic about the Jiang family, but they are not so enthusiastic about Butler Yang at the moment.
"Baozhu..." Yang Lai opened his mouth.
Yang Hua looked at the people in front of her, looked at Yang Lai's legs, and then looked away, "Let's make it clear once and for all what's going on with you guys. I hope they won't disturb my life and the lives of the villagers again."
**
Meng Fu's side.
After recording "A Day in the Life of a Star", she wasn't in a hurry to leave. She didn't have many announcements recently, and she didn't have a busy schedule, so she stayed at the Go Club and invited Teacher Ge to dinner.
The address is in a villa near the Go club.
The villa didn't look like it was often lived in. Zhao Fan saw that it didn't look like it was rented, so he secretly asked Su Di about it.
Su Di is still in the kitchen. Teacher Ge is here today and he is cooking.
Hearing Zhao Fan's inquiry, Su Di didn't pay much attention, "It's a property owned by the young master."
After speaking, Zhao Fan didn't hear a reply.
Su Di turned his head and asked, "What's the problem?"
Zhao Fan: "..."
There's nothing wrong with it, I just have a bit of hatred towards rich people.
As the two of them were talking, someone rang the doorbell outside the door. Zhao Fan went out and opened the door. The person who came was none other than Teacher Ge.
He held a chessboard in one hand and two boxes of chess pieces in the other.
"Teacher Ge, are you watching the game?" Zhao Fan politely turned sideways and let the other party in.
She also knew that today was the TG Cup final, but Zhao Fan was not interested in this.
Teacher Ge thanked Zhao Fan, looked into the room, and said, "The result is almost the same, it's just a small fuss."
For Teacher Ge, who is used to seeing ups and downs, these are indeed trivial matters.
Zhao Fan smiled and led him into the hall, "Brother Fu, Teacher Ge is here."
Meng Fu was sitting on the sofa in the hall watching TV. Su Cheng was handling official business in the study upstairs. Hearing Zhao Fan's voice, Meng Fu stood up and waved to Teacher Ge, "Teacher Ge."
"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came to the Go club?" Teacher Ge sat across from Meng Fu and set up the chess board.
Meng Fu collapsed on the sofa and yawned, "Too busy."
Teacher Ge glanced at her and said nothing. He pushed the box towards Meng Fu and said, "Let's have a round."
Meng Fu picked up the sunspot and put it in area A.
Teacher Ge directly picked up the white letter and took a steady step.
After a few steps like this, Teacher Ge looked at Meng Fu, slightly surprised, "I haven't played chess for several years. Your chess style is murderous and very steady."
When he lived in Wanmin Village to pursue art, he was abused by Meng Fu many times.
At that time, Meng Fu's chess style showed its sharpness.
Looking at it today, I have restrained myself a lot.
Meng Fu looked at the chess played by Teacher Ge and observed it for a moment before putting it down. After hearing this, he smiled lazily and said, "I have been with the village for a long time, and I have been influenced by it. There must be growth."
The two went back and forth. Forty minutes later, Teacher Ge took the white piece. He looked at the chessboard and laughed: "I lost."
Meng Fu put down the black man in his hand and poured a cup of tea for Teacher Ge, "Chengzheng."
"What's the concession?" Teacher Ge took the tea cup, took a sip, and looked at her. He felt that he could play a game of chess happily, "It's because I'm not as good as others."
The village chief doesn't play chess with Teacher Ge very much.
Only Meng Fu didn't dislike him.
Teacher Ge looked at the rest of the game, carefully took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the chessboard, and prepared to review the game after returning. Then he looked at Meng Fu: "Is your mother okay recently? I sent the teacher a lot of medicine. go back."
When Yang Hua fell ill, the village chief posted on WeChat, hoping that what Yang Hua took was not expired medicine.
Teacher Ge had a headache, so he bought a bunch of medicine and sent it back.
"It's okay, she's in good health," Meng Fu poured herself a cup of tea. She would check Yang Hua's health every year when she went back. "I also left a lot of medicine for her."
"That's good," Teacher Ge nodded, "I see that your mother doesn't play mahjong anymore or has anyone to play mahjong with. When I asked her, she was slow to respond. I thought she was really sick."
Meng Fu's hand holding the tea cup froze slightly.
She knew Yang Hua, and if Yang Hua was like this, he must be really in trouble.
"Look at this endgame," Teacher Ge took out a piece of paper from his pocket, with the endgame drawn on it, "a kind of Xuanyuan game."
Meng Fu is good at Xuanyuan Bureau.
When she heard that there was a new game, she lowered her head to take over the endgame, brushed off the chess game she played with Teacher Ge on the chessboard, and compared it with the paper to lay out the endgame.
He doesn't cherish the chess game he plays at all.
Teacher Ge: “…”
He smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen. The aroma was very appealing. He was not a good eater, but he couldn't help but look towards the kitchen.
"That's Su Di, my assistant. The cooking is delicious." Meng Fu put the mess in place and saw Teacher Ge looking at the kitchen, she replied.
Teacher Ge looked away and nodded: "I smell it."
He put down the tea cup, looked at the end game that Meng Fu had laid out, and raised his head to ask: "By the way, do you remember your Go club account? When the time comes, we will cooperate with the Associated Press and post a promotional Weibo. The Cultural Affairs Bureau wants to carry forward traditional culture. Your influence maximum."
Meng Fu narrowed her eyes. She didn't remember that she had an account: "Go account?"
Teacher Ge looked at Meng Fu, a little unsure of what to say, "This year's recruitment of members of the Associated Press, Xuanyuan Game, which you are good at, has been included in the examination questions, so that you can play the chess game."
"As for your account," Teacher Ge couldn't bear it anymore, "Have you forgotten that the people from the Cultural Affairs Bureau were pressing hard at that time and someone had to stand up, so I registered an account for you?"
Meng Fu raised his head, "Have you really registered?"
Teacher Ge took out his mobile phone and showed her the account number: "This."
Meng Fu looked at it and saw that it was a Weibo account. Teacher Ge also registered a member for her—
MF.