From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 180 A Leisure Day

"It's not impossible to ask for money. Everyone knows the rules of the mushroom house, right?" Any shortage of funds is fake, and the mobilization of celebrity activities and labor is what Wang Zhengyu wants to see.

"Work! As long as you give me money, you can do any job!" Peng Peng waved his hand and said proudly.

"Stupid, Peng Peng, have you forgotten that you do the work every time? Why do I have such a stupid brother like you? Can I regret it?"

Ye Mingxuan looked at Peng Peng with disgust, how could this silly brother take the initiative to find a job for himself?

"Brother, don't you want to work?" Peng Peng asked Ye Mingxuan cutely as he stroked his hair foolishly.

Zhang Zifeng couldn't stand it any longer, pulled Peng Peng's clothes and dragged them to the back: "Second brother, don't talk."

"I'm not wrong, it's just work..."

"Shut up." Ye Mingxuan and Zhang Zifeng said at the same time.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, can't I stop talking from now on?" After speaking, he covered his mouth and stood at the back.

"Then what, Peng Peng? He's still young, so what he says doesn't count." Ye Mingxuan glared at Peng Peng and continued, "Didn't we all give money directly? How could Director Wang be so heartless as to let us work?" Well, are you right, Director Wang?"

"Yes, what you said is right. We are not doing work, just experiencing life. The rapeseed has been in the sun for so many days. Tomorrow, we will send out the rapeseed and fry it into oil. We can buy it, and we will not cheat you. How about buying it at the market price of seven yuan per liter of rapeseed oil?"

The price has not been killed, and there is room for negotiation, which is also the highlight of the show.

"Director Wang, isn't this a bit too much for you? My sister is still so young, how can you have the heart to let her work? It's still manual work like harvesting rapeseed! Do you know how to respect the old and love the young? My master and Mr. He are about the same age. It's so big, Teacher He was still on crutches when he came here! What if I accidentally slipped to my waist?"

Ye Mingxuan pulled Zhang Zifeng to him, and pointed to Teacher He who was resting in the gazebo.

"Why am I on crutches? Nonsense." Teacher He also heard Ye Mingxuan's words, and said angrily, "I obviously made a wheelchair when I came here."

"It's okay. Teacher He doesn't need to work, and Zhang Zifeng doesn't need to work either. You and Peng Peng can just do it. You two are young and strong, so it's okay to do some work."

Wang Zhengyu couldn't help laughing at Mr. He's self-deprecation of being in a wheelchair. How old is Mr. He, and he is in his prime!

Ye Mingxuan stretched out his hands: "Just my hands? Beat rapeseed?"

"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?" Peng Peng couldn't hold back for a while, and asked.

"Peng Peng, can you be my elder brother, don't talk, I beg you, you can talk after I finish negotiating the conditions, OK?" Ye Mingxuan smiled helplessly, as if he wanted to kneel down to Peng Peng, how dare Peng Peng Accept it, quickly support Ye Mingxuan.

"Don't talk anymore! Remember, if you can't help it, go to Teacher He's place to rest!"

Peng Peng covered his mouth and nodded, promising not to speak, Ye Mingxuan continued to say to Wang Zhengyu: "Well, Director Wang, where did I just say?"

"hand."

"Yes, my hands are used for work? What do you think?" Ye Mingxuan squinted at Wang Zhengyu, and asked nervously, "Do you know how much Brother Lang's hands are worth?"

Wang Zhengyu shook his head cooperatively: "I don't know."

Everyone knows that Lang Lang buys insurance for his hands, but no one really knows how much it costs. Not only Wang Zhengyu is curious, but also his younger siblings. Teacher He in the gazebo also stretched his neck, curious to know the answer.

"Listen well, Brother Lang bought an insurance worth... [-] million RMB for his hand." Ye Mingxuan just finished speaking, instead of looking at Wang Zhengyu's expression, he turned around and made a gesture to Peng Peng. The action of zipping the mouth.

Surprised, Peng Peng was about to ask a question, but when he saw Ye Mingxuan's action, he held back, covered his mouth and shook his head to show that he understood and didn't speak.

"Brother, are there really so many?" Celebrities insure themselves with relatively high value, but like Lang Lang, the insurance amount for their hands alone reaches more than [-] million, which is too little, too little.

Ye Mingxuan nodded and said, "How about it, Director Wang, do you still want me to work with these hands?"

Wang Zhengyu had never paid attention to this before. Ye Mingxuan accidentally mentioned it this time, and Wang Zhengyu remembered that Ye Mingxuan's musical attainments were already very high. Ye Mingxuan was no worse than Lang Lang just like the piano. Wang Zhengyu was also thinking about what he should do. Buy a high-value insurance for Ye Mingxuan's hands, but Lang Lang's insurance amount will not be less than other artists.

Seeing Wang Zhengyu's distracted look, he knew that Director Wang wanted to go wrong, and he also realized that this sentence was a bit ambiguous, as if he was forcing Director Wang to buy insurance for him.

"Director Wang, don't think too much about it. I'm not so delicate. Those who learn martial arts will inevitably get injured. Don't buy me any insurance. I bought accident insurance myself. I'm joking and enlivening the atmosphere. It’s like forcing you to buy insurance for me!”

At this time, the benefits of recording and broadcasting are reflected. If you want to say something, you don’t have to think about it so much. Words that feel inappropriate will be cut by the program team.

"No, I didn't think much about it, but you really have to buy insurance for your hands. You can't afford expensive ones. We can still afford insurance with a few million dollars, and it doesn't cost much."

Wang Zhengyu thought about it for a while, and decided to buy insurance for Ye Mingxuan's hands, and he must pay attention to these problems in the future. Being able to come to this show will inevitably require work, and if he is injured, he will have to argue.

The normal amount of insurance is not an exaggeration, Ye Mingxuan didn't say anything, and nodded his head as a tacit consent.

"Then you don't need to work. Peng Peng is young, strong and in good health, but he is a bit blessed. Working more can just help you lose weight." Wang Zhengyu replied following the topic just now.

"Okay, I think it's okay, does my sister think it's okay?" Ye Mingxuan glanced at Zhang Zifeng, and before she could answer, he asked himself and said, "Well, okay, that's the decision. Go to squeeze the oil, but do we have to discuss the price again?"

"Didn't we all agree on seven yuan just now!" It's best to get away with it, but it's okay if you can't, and there is no room for price negotiation.

"I didn't agree to the seven yuan, Peng Peng didn't say anything, right Peng Peng?"

Although he was asking Peng Peng, he gestured to zip the zipper again for that?

"Director Wang, don't you think so? Peng Peng didn't agree, seven yuan won't work, give me more."

For some reason, Wang Zhengyu felt that the boy in front was not Ye Mingxuan, but more like Teacher Huang. His tone and demeanor were too similar.

"How many did you say?"

"What do you want me to say? How about 100 yuan for a liter of rapeseed oil?"

Wang Zhengyuxin said, do you really dare to mention 100 yuan a liter of rapeseed oil: "Impossible, it's too expensive, how much is the market price, how much can we charge, okay?"

"The market price is 50 yuan, so, Director Wang, I'll give you a 25% discount, [-] yuan a liter, is that interesting enough?" Ye Mingxuan said with an air of open-mindedness.

"The market price of a liter of rapeseed oil is more than nine yuan. If it's less than ten yuan, I'll give you ten yuan, and it can't be more." It's better not to let Ye Mingxuan raise the price by himself, and fix the price directly.

Ye Mingxuan turned to Teacher Huang in the kitchen and shouted, "Master, how about ten yuan for a liter of rapeseed oil?"

Teacher Huang, who was cooking noodles in the kitchen, didn't hear clearly, so he leaned on the window and asked, "Ten yuan for what?"

Well, I didn’t hear anything, but I heard money: “Rapeseed oil, rapeseed oil will be extracted tomorrow, Director Wang will give us ten yuan a liter, okay?”

Teacher Huang did the math, and it was probably the price: "Yes, the market price, it's not a scam, so I can agree."

Teacher Huang, who returned to the kitchen, said to himself: "This kid is fine, and he has a lot of tricks to steal money. Okay, he is indeed my son."

After the noodles are out of the pot, pour all the fried tomatoes and eggs into the pot, and a big pot of fragrant tomato and egg noodle soup will be ready.

Wang Zhengyu, who had been chatting with Ye Mingxuan for a long time, looked at Tuo's noodles and shook his head helplessly. When he heard Mr. Huang calling for dinner in the kitchen, he handed over the leftovers to the staff around him, and ran in by himself.

"Wang Zhengyu, what are you doing here? Get out." Teacher Huang drove Wang Zhengyu out without hesitation.

"I can't eat my noodles, Mr. Huang, please enjoy the food!"

"Two bottles of beer?"

"make a deal."

Wang Zhengyu happily mixed a big bowl of noodle soup and went to the lounge.

Here, Mr. Huang put all the noodle soup in a big basin, put gloves on and carried it to the gazebo, Mr. He took everyone's bowls and chopsticks, Peng Peng dug out the chili sauce and chopped peppers and took them out, Ye Mingxuan was in the kitchen With a head of garlic, how can old Beijingers not eat garlic when eating noodles?
"Hehe, Xiaoxuan still understands me. If you eat noodles, you have to eat garlic. Old Beijing must eat noodles." (ps: This is what Mr. Huang said in the first season, and Mr. Huang eats noodles because he eats garlic. ) Mr. Huang happily eats a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of garlic.

"Does Peng Peng eat garlic?" Like Teacher Huang, Ye Mingxuan doesn't care about his image at all when he eats. Unlike those small students who don't eat this or that, Ye Mingxuan is not so delicate, and eating garlic is good for his health.

"I eat chopped chili, but I don't eat garlic. It's too spicy." Peng Peng, a Jiangxi native, doesn't eat a lot of pasta, but influenced by his father, he still likes pasta. I'm not used to it.

"Yeah, just us father and son eat garlic."

A large pot of noodle soup was eaten by several people, which is enough to show that everyone is really hungry, and they are too lazy to move when they are full. Zhang Zifeng greeted Xiao H and hugged him in his arms and hummed.

Teacher Huang brewed a pot of tea and lay down on the chair. Ye Mingxuan stood by the low wall and looked at the green vegetable field. Teacher He got up several times belching and wanted to clean up the dishes, but he was unwilling to stand up. Peng Peng finished eating last , Seeing that no one planned to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, he took the initiative to put everyone's bowls and chopsticks into the basin and put them in the kitchen.

"I don't have much to do in the afternoon. I want to do whatever I want. I'm getting old and I have to go back to catch up on sleep. You young people go play by yourself."

Director Wang didn't assign any tasks today, the guests won't come until tomorrow, and today is another leisurely day, but they are all looking forward to tomorrow's guests coming quickly, and the Huanglian bitter gourd cake is still waiting!
(End of this chapter)