Dedicated to the silly little white artist

440 eight

[A message will be played below. City D will face heavy rainfall in the near future, and typhoon XXX is heading west...] Mr. Bai suddenly sat up, pushed away the Samoyed who was wandering around beside him, and asked: "Zheng He is now Is it in City D?"

Sang Bei looked at the computer expressionlessly, and said, "Don't you know by looking at it yourself?"

"I remember. Where's the phone? Lend me." Mr. Bai said.

Sang Bei shook his head straight: "I won't borrow it, how many times have you dropped your phone, I don't want to change it again."

"I won't lose your phone," Mr. Bai said patiently, "Give it to me quickly, I'll call my baby."

"Where is there no signal for Mr. Zheng? Didn't you tell me last time?" Sang Bei reminded.

Mr. Bai said lightly, "I'll try again."

Sang Bei took off his glasses and said: "Mr. Bai, if you care about it, you will be in chaos. Will he not protect himself when he is an adult? There are a bunch of people around him, what can happen?"

"He's different from you..." Mr. Bai sat on the chair, his lips turned pale, and he said, "Go and adjust the helicopter for me, I'll go find him."

Sangbei: "..."

Is it really okay for this kind of domineering president to fall in love with me?

"Calm down." Sang Bei said.

"I want to see him too, you go and prepare." Mr. Bai said.

"Mr. Zheng will be back soon." Sang Bei said.

Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows: "What if he dies? I always want to see him for the last time, right?"

Sang Bei said: "No."

Mr. Bai said: "I can't let it go in my heart."

Sangbei was so angry at Mr. Bai's unreasonable troubles that he couldn't choose what to say: "Mr. Bai, please restore your IQ, please? A typhoon is coming soon! And there is no place to stop and land after you arrive, and you go You may not be able to find Zheng He! Do you want to find death?!"

"I'm just notifying you." Mr. Bai picked up the coat beside him and was about to leave. Sang Bei hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute! Do you really plan to do so?"

Mr. Bai looked at Sang Bei and asked back, "Do you think I'm playing such a stupid joke with you?"

"Then have you ever thought about whether Mr. Zheng needs you? What if Mr. Zheng comes back after you die halfway? I can't tell everyone that you are looking for death on your own. It has nothing to do with Mr. Zheng. Those people in BEACHER will only think that It was Zheng He's fault!"

Mr. Bai stopped, turned around and said, "Yes, you are right." Then he put on his coat and walked upstairs quickly. Sang Bei chased him and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"Come here and do me a favor," Mr. Bai said, "Bring the computer with me to draft the shareholding documents I decided to give to Zheng He."

Sangbei Erkang hand: "Don't..."

Mr. Bai has already turned his head and walked quickly into the study.

440 nine

The second booth of the production team finally arrived. The cave dwelling is very dilapidated. Except for the beautiful scenery, the others are completely unusable. Director Wei took the lead in cleaning up the room, and it was hard for the others to live in tents. He also helped the owner of the cave dwelling pile up the yard The garbage was pushed away, and the machine was ready to start working after lunch.

The meals are all prepared by the people here. A steamer of yellow dough looks good, but it is full of unground particles. When Zheng He put it in his mouth, he thought it was an isolated phenomenon, etc. After insisting on eating, I saw that many people around me took a bite and stopped moving their chopsticks, so I realized that everything was like this.

Director Wei said with a cold face: "Everyone hold on, we still have to work in the afternoon."

"Director Wei can't eat this, we also brought a box of instant noodles, let's eat that." The lead actor who had a good chat with Zheng He suggested.

The owner of the cave is an old man, thin and dry, with dark skin, and the creases on his face are deeply sunken when he smiles. Hearing this, he lowered his head and rubbed his hands unconsciously.

Most of those who study acting have a class similar to 'How to reflect the mood of characters from the perspective of emotion'. Zheng He is too kind-hearted. After eating cleanly, he explained to the old man: "We were just too tired on the way here. The food you prepared is quite delicious, so I'm sorry."

The old man smiled, and said in substandard Mandarin: "It's good that you like it, I'll go and see if the soup is good."

The old man opened the curtain and went out. Director Wei threw his chopsticks on the table with a very bad expression, and said, "You think the food is unpalatable, don't you? Go eat instant noodles, burn the hot water yourself! Find firewood yourself! Don't you think it's unpalatable? ! Get ready to go yourself!"

The assistant came over to smooth things over, and said, "Don't be angry, aren't we tired all the way? Everyone is too busy these days, and the stomachs of overeating are uncomfortable."

"Is that a reason?" Director Wei reprimanded: "He is so old, and he has worked so hard to prepare lunch for us twenty or so people. You must have a conscience. You can't even guarantee your basic character. How can you make a film?" Make a good movie? How can I rest assured that I will continue to cooperate with you!?"

Looking at this posture, Zheng He suddenly realized that he seemed to be easy to be cannon fodder again.At that time, everyone didn't eat yellow dough, and he was the only one who moved the chopsticks. Director Wei would definitely blame himself. Now, even if the rest of the crew didn't feel for him, they would still annoy him.

"Look at Zheng He..." Just as Director Wei said this, Zheng He hurriedly said: "Director Wei, everyone is exhausted. I just saw that several of them were too tired to eat, and I'm sitting next to the old man. If other people are like this, don't get angry. You have to work in the afternoon. If you have a stomach problem or a stomachache, it's normal not to eat something that's not easy to digest. Let's eat quickly and try to hurry up After the shooting, go to bed early at night."

The assistant also said: "Yeah, instant noodles are not nutritious, I'll go get some dried noodles."

Zheng He was full just after eating two pieces of yellow dough. He stood up and said, "I'll go with you. I still have a can of beef in my bag."

Director Wei looked at the two, exhaled, and said, "Well, then let's eat first."

It is said that big trees attract wind, Zheng He thought that other people were very friendly to him before, and told his assistant about the situation in the kitchen, the assistant laughed so hard that he almost poked noodles in his nostrils: "I thought you were just pretending to be stupid. "

Zheng He was cutting vegetables in his hands, and he felt strange when he heard this, and asked, "What's there to pretend to be stupid about?"

"Think about Mr. Bai's status and how you came to power. When you got married, this matter was almost talked about in the circle. In addition, few of us knew you. Of course, the first feeling for you is From other people's mouths, you are enviable, no matter whether it is good for those people or not, if someone wants to hack you, what can you do?" The assistant said.

Zheng Heru was enlightened: "So the problem is here? Hey, I'm in a bit of trouble. People's jealousy is the most terrible thing. If they want to hate me, they will hate me no matter what I do."

"It's okay, you're not stupid. You'd better not do anything at this time. You live your own life. It's like this in our circle. Once you reach a certain height, you will have everything," the assistant read. Looking out the window, he said, "Why is the weather so cloudy? Don't let it rain in the afternoon."

"This place doesn't even have a radio." Zheng He said, "Otherwise we could listen to the weather forecast."