MTL - The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!-Chapter 100

The recording of the variety show was coming to an end, and the director group gathered together and held a meeting, and did not give this group of people a chance to play freely.

Yin Chi resigned to fate for three days, and watched the entire crew take their place under the pressure of the director.

"Mr. Huo...what should I do?"

The assistant director was a little worried: "Will this make us isolate the investors?"

Yin Chi carefully recalled the scenes that could be edited and broadcast, and sighed: "We are more than isolating the investors..."

Xingguan asked to cut out Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang who were not familiar with each other. Both Jiang Pingchao Studio and Su Man's management team asked to keep the single person setting unchanged. Before the recording, the producer also asked the show euphemistically Team, can you give the director team a sense of detached predecessors?

Yin Chi finally got a mahjong machine, and just brought someone to help a few detached seniors to move their residence from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and he was worried when he moved his head a little.

Although in the consensus of the industry and many audiences, it has become a standard for variety shows to arbitrarily decorate and graft the facts in the later stage of editing, but some things cannot be transferred only by will.

According to the requirements of each guest, the available footage may not be enough to make up for one issue.

The guests had strong professional instincts, and they were methodically filming the small theater where the owner of the tea garden was cooking tea and waiting for his friends. Yin Chi has not bothered to take care of every detail, but hesitantly explained the later stage: "Draw a cartoon of Mr. Huo digging the cracks in the door, and put it on the frame..."

The assistant director widened his eyes in amazement.

Yin Chifeng, Xiao Xiaoxi, Yi Shuihan, patted his shoulder, and went to discuss with the investors about the Q version of the door.

The tea smells nice.

Liang Xiao was guarding the small red clay stove, and she was clean and comfortable, and dutifully brewed the third pot of tea: "The old man will go to the bathroom after drinking..."

"Paper people don't go to the toilet." The screenwriter is calm, "Film and television characters don't have to urinate."

Liang Xiao: “…”

Pei Guang has been immersed in the screenwriting industry for many years, and his mentality is very stable.

The camera lighting of the variety show has hardly done such arduous work. Under the command of the strict new director, the lighting is trembling and adjusted repeatedly, and finally a suitable angle is found.

The assistant director is not enough, Liang Xiao came in from outside the camera, poured tea for Su Man, and whispered to help: "Sister Man, the director said to be a little closer to Teacher Jiang..."

"After we finished hugging, we thought we would disappear."

Su Man sighed and made room for Jiang Pingchao: "Why is it snowing outside?"

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Huh?"

"Green ant new fermented grain wine, red mud small stove." Meng Feibai recited this poem, "The sky wants snow--"

"I know." Su Man can still drink a cup, holding the tea soup and pondering, "But isn't it summer?"

Liang Xiao couldn't help it. Taking the opportunity to pour tea, she turned around and glanced outside the door: "..."

…

Investors participated in the warm and harmonious small theater in their own way.

Liang Xiao poured three pots of tea back and forth, and finally heard a "pass" from the director's mouth, threw the teapot with a long sigh of relief, and quickly walked out to hold Huo Lan, who was obscure, dedicated and snowing: " Okay, how-"

Liang Xiao brushed off his silver clothes for him, and finally couldn't hold back, sighed with a smile: "Why is there such a link..."

Huo Lan stopped the pheromone and explained to him: "Mr. Pei came out and asked me if I could help."

Liang Xiao's respect for the screenwriter has almost reached its peak, while worrying about what strange development of their pheromone will be played sooner or later, he can't suppress the heat from his chest Intentionally, he dragged the person into the corner: "Will you help?"

Anyway, he is also a CEO investor, Liang Xiao has the heart to teach him not to talk so well, and he drags and mutters: "I can't agree to everything, I'm not happy—"

"Your business." Huo Lan, "I will be happy."

Liang Xiao opened her mouth, her auricle was red, and she stopped talking.

Huo Lan was not very relieved that Mr. Liang had split his legs, so he pulled him to the corner and stretched out his hand to help him.

Only in terms of flexibility, the word horse is not a problem for Liang Xiao, but it is difficult to control the angle and strength when caught off guard. , in the end, it still injured some ligaments and muscles.

Liang Xiao has always been dedicated to her work when filming, and there is no lameness under her feet.

Huo Lan rubbed for him all night last night, grasped the position very accurately, and put his palm on the stretched area of ​​Liang Xiao: "Does it hurt so much?"

"It's alright." Liang Xiao hasn't recovered from the candid words of Mr. Huo just now, warm and vague, "It's a little sour."

Huo Lan hugged him and leaned on him, relieved the strength of that leg, and slowly rubbed him.

Liang Xiao happily reminisced about Huo Lan, who was returning home on a snowy night, vaguely feeling that this posture was not right, and his vigilance just flashed: "When we get home, let's find someone too. spa…"

Huo Lan nodded: "I'll have someone dig one."

"..." Liang Xiao opened his mouth, weakly: "There is no need to..."

They often show the basic qualities of a qualified boss in such unexpected places.

Liang Xiao doesn't doubt Huo's financial resources, but he is not ready for the wine pond and meat forest to this outrageous point: "Natural - the natural environment will do, I will stand firm and try not to split. "

Liang Xiao thought about it for a while, then grinned and smiled: "You also said that there are places where reindeer pull sleighs, and you can watch the aurora while soaking in hot springs..."

Huo Lan was startled: "When?"

"When I was young." Liang Xiao said, "I didn't tell me...it should be with your family."

There were many travel books from all over the world in Huo Lan's study at that time, Xiao Liangxiao hated all paper books at that time, and was insensitive to all these books.

Liang Xiao reminded him: "You also said that the sauna over there is good for the body, can promote blood circulation, and is especially healthy."

Huo Lan's memories of Jiangnan's past were all related to Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao was curious: "Do you want to go by yourself?"

Huo Lan shook his head.

When he was young, the journey was nothing but from a place that was not home to another place that was not home.

At that time, he didn't really have much yearning for things like vacation trips, and he knew that it was impossible to travel with his family. He collected this information and just wanted to try his best to share some things for his parents.

Huo Lan recalled for a while, and suddenly remembered: "The rainbow in the bathroom—"

Liang Xiao's ears were hot, and he shook his head: "I didn't draw it."

…

Juvenile Huo Lan actually made this kind of attempt from time to time. Although his father was honest with him, it was useless to say it most of the time, but he could always say a few more words because of it.

That time, his father also scolded him indifferently for not being able to calm down and play with things. Huo Lan didn't refute it. He hung up the phone and concentrated on reading and reviewing as usual.

The bathtub is full of hot water, steaming, and the tiles are painted with colorful lines on the wall with the abstract hand-painted method of splashing ink.

On the style of painting, it is very similar to Huo Lan being dragged by Xiao Liangxiao to that shanty town, and the "demolition" and "debt repayment" seen from the door.

This kind of thing can be traced back to the source, and usually it is basically suspected of Xiaoliang Xiao, but Xiaoliang Xiao has hardly ever returned home in those days, and he cannot make accusations out of thin air.

Huo Lan was used to being tricked by those playboys and asked people to clean it up, but he didn't care.

…

"What is a colorful line?!" Liang Xiao barely touched the ground in order to collect the spray paint in those days.

"Rainbow." Huo Lan reflected, "I have no artistic appreciation."

Liang Xiao angrily said, "Yes!"

Huo Lan stroked his back, lowered his head for a while, and then smiled softly.

He thought he didn't care about the past, even if he had obsessions, it didn't affect his life. But Liang Xiao was obsessed with unraveling and smoothing things out for him one by one, and he would try his best to cooperate.

Huo Lan never really understood the reason, until this time, he suddenly noticed the difference.

Every time I turn out a piece, it turns from a knife to a candy.

"We'll go back after recording the show." Huo Lan said softly, "All the walls are painted for you."

Liang Xiao was still embarrassed by the young Huo Lan, who didn't understand the taste. Hearing this, his ears were hot, and he was a little embarrassed: "No need..."

Mizzi imagined Huo Lan watching the effect of rainbows in the bathtub.

The world has changed, and Liang Xiao is now looking back on the past, and he is not very embarrassed to repeat these operations again.

Liang Xiao resolutely crossed out Huo Lan's proposal, but was still moved by the word "go back" and couldn't help: "Go home after recording the show?"

go down.

Liang Xiao muttered these two words, and her chest became hot, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift up: "Go back together, it will be nostalgic..."

Huo Lan nodded: "Okay."

Liang Xiao remembered the situation when he went back that time, and felt uneasy, and regretted: "No, I will go back first."

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "Why?"

Liang Xiao said in her heart that I was afraid that you would cry desolately when you went back, looked at him, and patted Huo Lan on the back: "Don't worry about it, leave it to me."

Although there is no team to follow when the program is recorded, Huo Lan's assistant team is still in Jiangnan. Liang Xiao wants to say hello to the housekeeper first, and hurry back and tidy up, at least tidy up the room Live like people.

The two of them rarely reminisce about their childhood once, even if they don't sleep in bed together, they should let Huo Lan hold him on the sofa to study.

Liang Xiao thought about it with gusto, and had already made up for the picture of himself forcing Mr. Huo to endorse his words, and calmly arranged Huo Lan: "I will go back one day first, and you will leave it for the program team to record some scenes. ."

Huo Lan didn't understand: "Why do the program crew want to make up the footage?"

Liang Xiao was anxious and wise: "This kind of variety show is like this... Before leaving, each group of guests should keep one, and add some scenes to fill in the blanks for editing."

He said it firmly, Huo Lan frowned lightly, and did not doubt: "Is it a convention?"

Liang Xiao: "...Yes."

Although not yet, people always need to be flexible.

Liang Xiao has already made up her mind, and will make this suggestion to Director Yin in a while, making it a routine.

Huo Lan nodded lightly, but was still uneasy to let Mr. Liang go alone, and slowly rubbed the wound for him, still indecisive.

Liang Xiao had already rubbed her buttocks, she nudged his lips skillfully, jumped down vigorously, and went to the corner to find the forgotten and clean program group.

Yin Chi was trapped in the mind set of a variety show director. He never thought of such a curve to save the country these days. Hearing his eyes bright, he dragged Mr. Liang, who was delivered to the door, and the director team together to start brainstorm.

There is no lighting on the mountain road, and it is almost dark.

Huo Lan was in the tea room waiting for Liang Xiao to go up the mountain together. After waiting for half an hour, he first waited for Chi Che who came over.

"It's inconvenient to talk to Mr. Liang about something."

Chi Che asked his own artist to guard the door, and took out a copy of the information to Huo Lan: "Xingguan should have noticed this matter, we happen to have business dealings with several of the gossip accounts, and we know a little bit about it. Be a little more detailed..."

Huo Lan's eyes darkened slightly, then turned over.

""Sui Chu" collided with a modern drama that was purely online." Chi Che said, "It is also a big production, signed a gambling... Divide more than half of the traffic."

"What's on our side...we'll fix it."

Chi Che looked back at Jiang Pingchao and gritted his teeth: "When necessary, I will deal with it, and it will not affect the artists and crew."

The traffic war has been a bayonet. Modern people have limited free time, and major apps are scrambling to share the cake.

The modern drama is ready to spy on "Sui Chu". Jiang Pingchao bears the brunt as the male protagonist.

"Mr. Su's fans are too strong, Mr. Liang just became popular, and too many new fans came in, and it was too late to organize and straighten it out."

Chi Che looked at him: "Their next target should be Mr. Liang..."

Huo Lan frowned: "What?"

Chi Che hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "...nurturing."

Liang Xiao has no black spots on his body, and the few that were found were not self-defeating, only the unclear relationship with the President Huo and the good resources he received were unclear. .

Liang Xiao and Yun Lian's temperament complement each other. Once something goes wrong in this link, many people will give up the drama or even turn to black out of disillusionment with the character.

"Two ways. Make it clear publicly, or press it down, it doesn't matter if it bites to death, refuting rumors is just a contract."

Chi Che was quiet: "The former is too variable... We want to choose the latter."

Chi Che: "Three days later, "Sui Chu" will premiere online. They are scheduled to release the material at twelve o'clock the night after tomorrow. It is best for Star Crown to prepare in advance."

Huo Lan nodded: "Thank you."

"We owe Mr. Liang a favor."

Chi Che shook his head: "For Star Crown, the latter is also better."

Now that it's public, for Liang Xiao, it can clear up the suspicion of breeding, but it's somewhat exhausted.

Xingguan is not a small company with only Liang Xiao as an artist after all.

Once there is a problem with the star crown, it will come back sooner or later to devour Liang Xiao's development.

Huo Lan has been persuaded many times these days, with an expressionless expression, nodding: "I know."

Chi Cheren did his best, got up to leave, and turned back when he walked to the door: "The last one is better, isn't it?"

Huo Lan raised her eyes and looked at the manager who was also a cold and strict manager.

The matter between him and Jiang Pingchao has also dragged on for too long, and it must be resolved. Chi Che had prepared his resignation statement, looked at the artist outside the door, and forced a smile: "It's more secure, it won't go wrong-"

Huo Lan: "I like him."

Chi Che was stagnant.

Huo Lan has always been taciturn, but his expression is indifferent and unquestionable.

"He and I are just in love with one person."

Huo Lan: "I don't think it's wrong."