Withering cross talk: a piece of truth, mountains and rivers shocked

Chapter 472 Thank you for your hard work, let you make up a story to lie to us

Yu Xiaobao can be said to be Lin Qingfeng's darling now, if he goes up, then there must be no problem.

Thinking of this, all the apprentices couldn't help looking at Yu Qian.

Yu Qian was as clear as a mirror in his heart about what they thought, and he rejected it with certainty, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

If it was the past, then there would be no problem. In the past, Lin Qingfeng was busy reading, but this time he was busy creating, which is what he always wanted to do.

Can this property be the same?

Lin Qingfeng has always wanted to do a good job of those traditional arts, and now is the right time.

Now no matter who goes up, they can be directly blasted down.

Everyone looked at Yu Qian's little expression, and immediately understood that it was for them to go up and be scolded.

"Uncle Qian, I didn't expect that you are really a chicken thief." Meng Hui walked up to Yu Qian and said something.

When Yu Qian heard this sentence, he didn't rush to refute anything, but just smiled lightly, thinking in his heart: If he is not a chicken thief, how can he play with you.

"There are so many traditional arts in this show, what are the main ones?" Zhu Jianfeng asked.

"Traditional folk art, what drum music, what Beijing opera..." Yu Qian also knows a little bit.

Yu Qian didn't know a lot, so he briefly told them, and the rest might not be known until he came out.

But after reading the general idea given by Lin Qingfeng, no one has done this for so many years. Now Lin Qingfeng is alone, and it really takes a lot of energy.

After finishing speaking, seeing Lin Qingfeng holding a book, he came down.

Seeing Qingfeng Lin so seriously, they glanced at each other and silently made way.

Lin Qingfeng walked to the dining table as if no one was around, and read a book while eating.

When I saw some important points, I immediately took a pen and paper and wrote them down. The whole process seemed to flow smoothly without feeling abrupt.

Seeing Lin Qingfeng's seriousness, Yu Qian was a little moved. If this kind of program can't be done well, it will be too much for heaven.

Everyone looked at Lin Qingfeng, took out their mobile phones in unison, and recorded them.

All of them are posted on the Internet, and when they want to do things by themselves in the future, when they are so-so, they can take a look and remind themselves all the time how powerful this person is.

It didn't take a while to put it on the Internet.

The video of 'Lin Qingfeng Eating and Reading' was spread all over the Internet in an instant.

"Dalin, you're really serious, you look so serious, you're so handsome." '

'This posing technique is obviously a bit serious. '

'Since you think so, you also pose for one?Qingyun girl, I'm all here to cheer you on. '

' Turning around, I found my son who was playing with his mobile phone, and was so angry that he beat him up. '

……

Regarding these comments, Lin Qingfeng has now seen them and ignored them.

For some viewers who like him, I can only say that I dedicate my works to them and thank them for their appreciation.

He has now seen through those bad remarks, even if he explained them a hundred times, it would be meaningless, and the ending would be the same.

So for these, there is no need to explain so much. When the time comes, I will take out my own work and slap them in the face. That's it.

On this day, Lin Qingfeng handed over the manuscript he had written to Fan Sheng.

After Fan Sheng finished reading it, he felt a little excited, tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes, and it took a while before he slowly recovered.

"This is what I want. I thought no one would know about it now." After Fan Sheng finished speaking, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Looking at Lin Qingfeng's haggard face, he felt very distressed, and said, "It's really hard for you."

"No, no." Lin Qingfeng waved his hand and said.

For the things I like, no matter how hard it is, I am happy.

"Now I have a lot of compliments in my heart, but none of them are worthy of you." After Fan Sheng finished speaking, he immediately expressed it with this action.

Without further ado, he called the other directors over and discussed.

Lin Qingfeng was very excited when he heard that Fan Sheng had given such a high degree of affirmation to his work. It seems that this time his hard work was not in vain.

Director Weng looked at the above copywriting, looked at Lin Qingfeng again, and couldn't help asking: "You wrote these all by yourself?"

Lin Qingfeng nodded, looked at him suspiciously, and his heart began to beat fast, afraid that Fan Sheng and him would write this badly.

The result was a bit of a surprise.

"It may be difficult to shoot." Director Weng looked at Lin Qingfeng and said.

The copywriting is very good, but these are all written expressions, and there is still a gap between them and real shooting. If Lin Qingfeng is not afraid of difficulties, then he wants to try it, and now he also wants to try this kind of subject matter.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingfeng asked.

"Your piece of music, as well as these, are obviously very difficult. Many things have been lost and cannot be filmed." Director Weng said when he saw him.

When it comes to the exciting part, the live broadcast of their TV station's wonderful daily camera is facing them.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, it looks like Lin Qingfeng."

"How did he get into the live broadcast of Princess Six?"

"Then Qingfeng Lin and the directors are discussing something, it seems very intense."

……

The barrage keeps scrolling.

Director Weng took the copy and said to Lin Qingfeng: "Look here, the music chapter, where should we find the bone flute now?"

Maybe there is no place like this except in museums.

"I have." Lin Qingfeng said flatly.

When Director Wang heard this, his eyes widened, he swallowed, and asked, "Are you sure you haven't done anything illegal?"

If there is, he should surrender himself now, or it may be too late now.

"Really, this one was a replica of the one in the museum several years ago." Lin Qingfeng said lightly.

When they heard such gossip, they couldn't help but move over.

Lin Qingfeng told them what happened at that time, "When I went to the museum, I saw it and discussed it with their curator. Both of them wanted to reproduce it, and wanted to see what the sound of thousands of years ago was like. , and got this one."

Most of the directors didn't believe this sentence, and now they all found it absurd and unbelievable, and some even sneered with disdain.

They just watched how Lin Qingfeng should lie.

The audience listened to it word for word, only feeling embarrassed and cancerous.

'It's really hard for you to make up such a story to lie to us. '

'Dalin, are you exaggerating? '

'But I believe what Dalin said, it is not impossible. '

'Understood, you Dalin are the best, the best, and the most powerful. '

……

Lin Qingfeng looked at them, took out his mobile phone unhurriedly, and showed the pictures he took at that time in front of everyone.

At this moment they finally believed.

(End of this chapter)