After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"Brother, it's okay!"

Lan Tian looked at Cheng Yanqiu up and down with a mean expression, and said a little surprised: "I thought you didn't-"

"why no?"

Cheng Yanqiu turned his head and glanced over. Lan Tian said timidly: "I thought you weren't hungry. I got up early and went to buy vegetables. What do you want to eat for lunch?"

The conversation was abrupt and illogical, but Cheng Yanqiu didn't care, leaving Lan Tian with a headache.

Lan Tian at the door stared at the back of Cheng Yanqiu's head, a little confused.

Why didn't you continue to attack me with your vicious words?
Is it because you are in a good mood?
No, when Cheng Yanqiu is in a good mood, his mouth seems to be more poisonous?
Lan Tian thought about it, and when he felt that he was getting close to the answer, he heard Cheng Yanqiu calling him.

"You go and follow Feng Yin."

"Oh well!"

Lan Tian instantly put all his previous thoughts behind and went to find Feng Yin.

In the RV, Cheng Yanqiu looked at Lan Tian's back through the window. After confirming that Lan Tian was gone, he got up furtively and found a small barbell in the car.

Very small, probably the smallest size.

Cheng Yanqiu, holding a small barbell, sat on a chair, flipping through the script with one hand and starting to exercise with the other.

As for exercising?
That goes without saying.

Lan Tian, ​​who left on the other side, finally found Feng Yin who was in the props group after asking several people.

Lan Tian, ​​who was approaching, witnessed Feng Yin's powerful force producing miracles with his own eyes.

At this time, Feng Yin, with his head on a table and a chair in each hand, moved the props to the location designated by the director and placed them in a steady pace.

"Thank you, Feng Yin."

"Little things."

Feng Yin waved his hand completely nonchalantly and continued working.

Lan Tian came forward and asked incomprehensively: "Didn't you go to put on makeup? Why did you come to move the props?"

Feng Yin pushed a small stool to Lan Tian and said, "Those who put on makeup didn't take off their makeup yesterday. It just so happened that the props team had someone on leave today, so I can help."

Lan Tian followed Feng Yin and became the prop team in a daze. After the props were arranged, Feng Yin and Lan Tian stood outside the camera to watch the show, truly watching the show.

Feng Yin has not done much filming. Since he is in this industry, he will be exposed to it sooner or later, so it is good to learn in advance.

"Article 23, action!"

The actors began to act.

Feng Yin stood behind the director, occasionally looking at the pictures in the camera, and occasionally looking up at the actors' movements and scenes.

Looking at it, Feng Yin only had one feeling. The director was very good, and so were the actors.

"Card - this one passed, keep one more, and prepare for the next scene."

Feng Yin once again transformed into a prop team to help prepare for the next scene.

"Oops!"

The boss of the props team stared at a piece of paper anxiously.

"what happened?"

Feng Yin leaned over and looked down. He saw a piece of calligraphy written in a brush that was wet with water. The ink on the paper had been diluted by the water.

"This is a letter written by the hero later. What should I do now? I asked someone to copy it in advance."

"It's a small thing, I'll copy it for you."

Feng Yin took the initiative to take it, and in the disbelieving eyes of the boss of the props team, he perfectly reproduced the letter.

"Can you calligraphy?"

The boss of the props team's eyes flickered with admiration. Feng Yin put down the brush in his hand and said, "I don't know calligraphy."

"Huh? What about this?"

Feng Yin stood up, pointed at the two pieces of paper and asked, "Don't you feel that they are exactly the same? I can only copy them."

The boss of the props team took a closer look.

"I'll go! This skill... is a bit of a punishment."