I became popular after dating my ex on a variety show

With such a big news, it stands to reason that Ruan Song and Ren Qinming should welcome everyone's stormy congratulations when they return to the wooden house this time.

But that night when they returned to the mountainside, there was only a deserted wooden house with black lights and lights waiting for them.

No surprises when you open the door.

The program team said that Qin Sijia and Zheng Qing had originally planned to take out the prepared dishes in the refrigerator and heat them up at night, but after a phone call from Yamashita, they were temporarily called to the recording studio.

"I guess it will be very difficult for them to come back tonight, only the two of you can live in a two-person world." Yan Songhang smiled.

Before this was changed, Ren Qinming must be the first to applaud in his heart.

But today is the third-to-last day near the end of their variety show, and Ren Qinming and Ruan Song are standing alone in the empty house and are rarely silent.

When they came back, they passed by the supermarket and even went in for a stroll, and bought some food.

"I was planning to have an extra meal for supper." Ruan Song was a little bit sorry for the live fish and shrimp in his hand.

Since they went up the mountain, they haven't eaten fresh food on the mountain once.

Ren Qinming asked the program team for a fresh-keeping box, poured some water and stuffed the live shrimp in: "If you want to eat it, the two of us can eat it too."

"Forget it, let's wait for them to be together tomorrow."

Ruan Song didn't expect that there would be a day when he would say "the more people eat, the better it tastes". Seeing Ren Qinming just put the crisper in the refrigerator: "Is this all right, won't you die?"

"It doesn't matter overnight." Ren Qinming placed the shrimp, put the live fish into the kitchen sink, and turned on the faucet to drip water.

After they returned to the room and finished washing, everyone took the time to watch a video in the live broadcast room.

Wechat group of six people opened five small squares.

Qin Sijia, Zheng Qing, Jiang Qiqi, and Liang Yi left the mountain and went to different places.

Qin Sijia and Zheng Qing were eating box lunches in their respective recording studios;

Jiang Qiqi is holding her hair in the dressing room of the filming commercial, waiting for the makeup artist to make up;

Liang Yi was in the middle of the night and had just come off the company's decision-making meeting. He took off his tie and started working on the computer while video chatting with them.

In contrast, Ruan Song and Ren Qinming were both wearing pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the bed and squeezed into a small square.

Qin Sijia was deeply tortured by being stuck in songwriting, and envied them when she saw them leisurely: "That's great, that's great, our teacher Ruan is now a serious and rich man..."

Zheng Qing: "I have a house, I have a studio, and I have a project. I just wait for the variety show to end and go out and start killing everyone."

Jiang Qiqi looked up and asked the makeup artist to add eyeliner: "And I still do what I like, and I like it and can make money, it's so fragrant..."

Everyone else has read the news in the WeChat group and conducted the first wave of investigation.

Only Liang Yi just came out of the conference room: "So did you know the former landlord of the villa before?"

Ruan Song and Ren Qinming were actually not idle. One of them held the script in their hands, and the other held the project proposal. They answered conservatively in front of the camera: "I didn't expect it to be like this, some luck."

Liang Yi's mobile phone is placed on the desk bracket. The camera shoots him from the bottom-up angle. His eyes are fixed on the screen, and he clicks the mouse and keyboard quickly. Are you responsible for paying taxes?"

Ruan Song flipped through the proposal book and avoided the camera for a while, so as not to be caught in the camera: "The deed tax is also paid by the landlord. If you want to give it away, you should give it away thoroughly. Let us figure out what's going on."

【? ? ? 】

[It really doesn't cost a penny?Take it for nothing? ?Shocked.jpg]

[I don't believe that some people do charity. This is not writing a novel. Where can there be someone who does good deeds and accumulates virtue? Cover your head.jpg]

Liang Yi was about to ask how such a good thing could be done, when Jiang Qiqi received a private poke on his WeChat.

[Baby: It’s a stock purchase, the procedure hasn’t been completed yet, so it’s not convenient to say it directly in front of the camera]

Liang Yi's face remained unchanged, as if he was still concentrating on his work.

[Kiss: Do you want to invest in the studio?How many shares are so generous, is the controlling stake still in Song's hands? 】

【Baby: Yes, 40%, I also think it’s very generous】

[Bao Bao: But it’s just that there was a little bit of “knowledge” in the past, big boss in the venture capital circle, maybe you know him! 】

Then Jiang Qiqi picked up the photos from Baidu Encyclopedia and sent them to Liang Yi.

Liang Yi understood at a glance.

Although his identity in the entertainment industry is a music producer, his professional counterpart's main business is venture capital.

[Qinqin: He is really rich, this house is really nothing, and the whole piece of land to be developed as a water park in the west soon belongs to him]

【Baby:? ? ?Then Brother Song will not walk sideways in the film and television industry in the future]

Liang Yi thought for a while and came to a conclusion.

[Kiss: Walking sideways is conservative, it belongs to lying on the main road, and there is no shortage of people who take the initiative to send you to your door and ask to be touched]

In everything, laymen watch the excitement, and insiders watch the way.

Thousands of passers-by and netizens who were shocked by the barrage and Weibo in the live broadcast room only knew that Ruan Songbai got a house.

In their film and television entertainment circles, the story of Mr. Liu's investment in Ruan Song's screenwriting studio has already been spread all over the place.

Even Chen Yan has received a lot of intentions who also want to invest in shares.

Phone calls, WeChat, emails, and all contact methods were bombarded indiscriminately, so that he didn't stop talking for several hours after returning to the rented house.

Lao Jiang and the others were forced to lose Chen Yan's transition "bridge", so they had to directly connect with Ruan Song with the project.

What Chen Yan planned to chat with Huang Zhonghuang's producer when he went out today was solved after Mr. Liu instructed "Have a good chat", and it didn't take Chen Yan's effort at all.

Not only did they accept all the conditions they offered, but they even felt that they were not enough. They kept chasing Chen Yan to ask if there were any other requirements, and changed from Party A to Party B.

At that time, Chen Yan thought he was exaggerating, but now look at the villa that is actually in the city center.

This is not an exaggeration, it is completely prescient.

After eating and drinking, I can't wait to hold his hand and directly worship him. How can I wait so late to hear the news and rush to line up.

"The fat man said that the person in charge of the other two projects he was interested in also called. It's no problem, let's start working directly. He is also relatively relaxed about the time requirement. He only said that it can be as fast as possible, but he knows that our side Busy, slow work and careful work, everything is arranged by us."

This is the first time that Lao Jiang has had a direct "face-to-face" video chat with someone who has been bitter behind his back for countless times, and his whole expression is quite serious.

Ruan Song only thought that his character was just like this, and he held the project planning document and explained it in a business-like manner: "Okay, then you three will work hard, you don't have to follow my process, you can tell me to write it yourself. I can cooperate with the usual habits of scripts, what is finalized first, and what is finalized later, as long as something good can be produced in the end."

As soon as they finished the video with the four people scattered down the mountain in the live broadcast room, they turned off the radio in the room.

Each started to work.

At this moment, Ruan Song under the camera of the mobile phone, compared to the lazy one captured on Weibo in variety shows, has a more focused and serious expression, his brows seem to be unwrinkled when he speaks, and he is naturally a leader when he assigns tasks.

Lao Jiang must admit that this person probably still has a few brushes in his hand, but he still can't help but try him: "It happens that the three of us have made up our minds. Shall I tell you now? Or wait for you to rest overnight and tomorrow?"

Ruan Song didn't notice his provocation at all, he just closed the things in his hand and didn't look at them: "You already have a rough idea, that's okay, let's talk now, who will come first?"

The three people in the rented room at the other end of the video all had a meal: "...don't you need to read the revised part of the project plan first?"

Although these three projects were all selected by Ruan Song himself after reading, picking, and scoring, but this kind of thing is not until the end, and you will never know what the story will be changed into.

At most, it can only guarantee that the core remains unchanged.

The producer approached Chen Yan just at night, and also brought up a lot of new ideas.

According to the order, Ruan Song must first understand which parts were moved, otherwise it would be the same as listening to heavenly scriptures.

But Ruan Song didn't seem to have this obstacle at all: "It's okay, just say it after you think about it."

At first, Lao Jiang thought that Ruan Song's action was just a slap in the face to make a fat man, but he couldn't understand why.

But soon as they started casually, Ruan Song guessed all the new requirements from the producer just from their narration.

It even includes the creative habits and creative intentions of the three of them.

For example: "Ah? Why did it go wrong all of a sudden? Don't listen to what's there, old man. You can write it according to your own ideas. As long as the quality is good, you don't need to worry about their opinions. You can write it again." talk."

For example: "Xiao Kong, this bloody feud in the past really doesn't seem like something that just popped out of your mind. It was also requested by the film crew. Tian Tianjing loves the whole set of characters with psychological problems."

Another example: "...Old Jiang, don't fight against others. If they want something, you don't want to give it, just give it. You don't have to give something too much. You want to make them understand the story, but When the script is really in the hands of others, they may not only not be angry, but also think that you did a good job and let you continue to do it. People who don’t understand just don’t understand, and the only one who is angry is yourself.”

The three of them reported on the three items in turn, and they were all slapped by Ruan Song to varying degrees.

But this board was played accurately and ruthlessly, and every sentence was said in their hearts.

The old man couldn't hold back and asked, "You haven't read all the scripts in our resume, have you?"

Otherwise, he really couldn't think of any premise that would allow Ruan Song to understand the way of thinking of each of them in this way.

"How is that possible? The three of you are hardworking people. It's too much to read all of them. You just picked the one that the fat guy thinks is the most representative."

In the video, Ruan Song took care of them and turned around seamlessly to find the information needed for tomorrow's meeting on Gu Yuzhou's serial murder case.

There are a lot of things in the schedule every day, but he didn't delay a day for the script meeting.

All the portfolios were neatly piled up on the wooden chair beside the bed.

Ruan Song lost his memory of exactly where he put his things, and could only flip through the gaps from top to bottom, completely oblivious to the fact that the stacked "building" of files had been destroyed by him to the point of collapse.

Ruan Song sat on the bed and tilted his body, his eyes were only the files he was looking for.

Just when he finally found something near the bottom, the building was finally about to fall, and the barrage in the live broadcast room had a heart hanging in his throat.

Fortunately, an arm quickly extended from the side of Ruan Song's head to straighten the tilted portfolio.

survived.

Ren Qinming has been quietly familiarizing himself with the script since Ruan Song's meeting.

God knows how nervous he was when he raised his eyes inadvertently just now and saw that the tall file bag almost fell on Ruan Song's head.

The barrage was all over. Fortunately, he arrived in time and did a good job in protecting his wife.

Only Ren Qinming knew how much cold sweat broke out on his back: "Fortunately, he didn't fall down."

Otherwise, he would have to start all over again!

Ren Qinming: "You can just ask me for anything you want in the future, and you don't have to go through the trouble yourself."

The radio in the live room has been turned on again when the meeting ends.

Under the camera, Ruan Song, who was still cross-legged on the bed, scratched his head and looked at him innocently with a blink of an eye: "...I'm afraid I'll make you recite your lines."

It was rare for Ren Qinming to be so nervous, and he denied it from the bottom of his heart: "It's the best way not to disturb me if you don't mess with the things I've arranged. Last time you were curious and moved the legs of the bed that I spent three days repairing in the rented house , the whole bed collapsed, you happened to go out with your class to collect folk songs, and I repaired it at home for another week!"

Forget the past.

Ruan Song blushed on the spot: "Don't exaggerate, I just reached out and touched it..."

Ren Qinming: "Yes, touch it a second time, and we can change the bed directly."

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

[It seems that the windows of Director Yan’s hospital were demolished without injustice, the attribute of “violent demolition” comes from Mr. Ruan’s DNA, doge]

[It's a bit cute, it's a genius with a "high score and low energy" internal taste, that is to say]

【In the past, I often felt that a local dog could not live without Teacher Ruan, but now I feel that Teacher Ruan may not be able to "live" for long without the local dog 2333】

[Then here comes the problem, the bed in my house is only pretending to be me at night, and it has been very durable for more than 20 years, and it has never been broken.May I ask why the bed legs of Mr. Ruan and the dog are broken, the little faces are yellow.jpg]

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