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Chapter 40 Off-Season Shooting

early morning.

Before the sun had fully blazed down, the ground temperature had already risen to 27 or 28 degrees Celsius.

Lin Qingsong looked at Xiang Jia, who was fast asleep beside him, and pinched her nose, saying, "Sister Jia, I have to go to the film set. You can continue sleeping."

After reading the intelligence yesterday, I was so excited that I figured I could make it up on set anyway, so Xiang Jia and I spent a long time on it.

Xiang Jia forced open her eyes and said, "Qingsong, why don't you have some breakfast before you leave? There are eggs and milk at home, I'll heat them up for you."

Lin Qingsong touched her hair and politely declined, saying, "Never mind, you're exhausted too. You should go back to sleep. The crew will provide breakfast anyway."

"Okay, then don't take a taxi, just drive my car." Xiang Jia felt like her bones were about to fall apart, so she stopped insisting: "Those two cabinets are still in the car, it'll be more convenient for you to deliver gifts if you have a car."

Lin Qingsong did not refuse. He had originally planned to go downstairs later to get the Angong Niuhuang Wan from the cabinet first, and then leave the cabinet with Xiang Jia for the time being.

With this arrangement, I can easily take the cabinet home, disassemble it, and also put the safe from the film set in my car to take back with me.

After spending another half hour cuddling with Xiang Jia, Lin Qingsong finally felt refreshed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Xiang Jia, suppressing the discomfort in her throat, said, "Cough cough, Qingsong, you can keep driving the car for now, there's no rush to return it to me. Anyway, I don't really like driving this big car."

This G-Class was bought by her ex-husband, but it only became hers after their divorce.

She usually prefers to drive the BMW she bought herself.

"Okay." After agreeing, Lin Qingsong suddenly remembered what she had said to her ex-husband that day and couldn't help but laugh, "Sister Jia, if your ex-husband knew, he would probably be furious again."

"Why are you talking about him like that?" Xiang Jia rolled her eyes speechlessly, picked up the water next to her and took a few sips before she felt the greasy feeling in her mouth disappear.

They set off at six o'clock, and Lin Qingsong didn't arrive at the film set halfway up the mountain until 8:30.

Looking through the glass at the three large characters halfway up the mountain at the entrance of the film set, he was speechless for a moment.

Within their industry, this place is generally referred to as the Half-Life set.

It means that filming halfway up the mountain can be extremely dangerous and could cost you your life.
It's so far from the city center that it takes two and a half hours to drive here, so a round trip would take a full five hours.

But who can resist the fact that the show flats halfway up the mountain are both exquisite and inexpensive? As long as you can overcome the travel time, then the halfway up the mountain is the most cost-effective filming location in Shanghai.

Lin Qingsong gently applied the brakes, lowered the glass, and said to the guardhouse, "Xiao Dao, open the door."

"Wow, Song, you've really taken off in just a few days!" A young man in his early twenties, wearing a security guard hat at an angle, walked out of the guardhouse, his face full of envy.

"Take off, what?" Lin Qingsong casually took a pack of Yuxi cigarettes from the passenger seat and tossed it over: "It's a friend's car, I'm just borrowing it for a bit."

"Being able to make friends with someone who drives a G-Wagon and even borrow one, that's quite an achievement, Brother Song!" Xiao Dao took the Yuxi cigarettes and then, while flattering him, eagerly opened the railing.

"What kind of skill is this?" Lin Qingsong glanced at Xiaodao: "Compared to your uncle, I'm just a lowly agent who's just coasting along."

"Sigh, my mom said he's just messing around."

"You think you can set up a film set like this after all this fuss?" Lin Qingsong said with a laugh as he drove. "Xiao Dao, if you ask me, why are you still a security guard? You should have your uncle arrange for you to get into the entertainment industry."

"Brother Song, don't make fun of me." Xiao Dao waved his hand helplessly and said, "I've figured out what kind of person I am. I'm just suited to lying down!"

"Alright, enough nagging, I'm going in now." Lin Qingsong said, rolling up the window and driving towards Building No. 2 on set.

He didn't actually know that Xiao Dao was the film set owner's nephew. He usually liked to rest in the security room when he came to the film set. Not only was the air conditioning strong there, but the computers were also top-of-the-line.

When he accidentally learned that Xiao Dao was the nephew of the film studio owner, he finally understood why the security room was so nicely decorated.

This is also the reason why he was confident in buying that second-hand safe.

As the boss's nephew's friend, buying secondhand items is a piece of cake for him.

Upon arriving at Building 2, Lin Qingsong slammed on the brakes and parked the car smoothly in the first parking space.

"Wow!" He had barely gotten out of the car and hadn't even closed the door when he heard a familiar voice: "So this is your car, Qingsong! I thought some star from another film set had come to the wrong place!"

Jia Feng habitually smoothed his sparse hair and asked in a puzzled tone, "Qingsong, when did you buy this car? It's not cheap!"

It has to be said that this G-Class, dubbed the "exclusive car for scumbags," does have something to offer.

Whether you're male or female, seeing it will make you feel completely controlled for a few seconds.

"Brother Feng, I can't afford one. This is a friend's car, I'm just borrowing it for a few days." Lin Qingsong realized that driving a G-Class was indeed a bit inappropriate for his current situation.

It's really too flashy. I should just return it to Xiang Jia after I'm done using it, so I don't have to explain it to every acquaintance I meet.

"Wow, your friend is really generous!" Jia Feng gave a thumbs up in praise.

The saying "I will not lend my car or my wife" is a consensus among many people.

"Brother Feng, where's breakfast? I've been rushing here this early, I'm practically starving!" Lin Qingsong didn't want to continue chatting in the car, so he changed the subject:

"Also, have our company's models arrived yet? I don't see the company's car."

"The crew brought the food inside; it's getting hotter and hotter outside, and the food won't keep well." Jia Feng said as he led Lin Qingsong inside. "Also, your company's car just dropped off the model and then left again, saying it was going to take someone else to another film set."

After taking the elevator to the second floor, Lin Qingsong and Jia Feng headed to the model room they were going to photograph that day.

Looking at the empty No. 04 model room next to him, Lin Qingsong's gaze swept over the safe that was highlighted by the system.

Its simple design and old-fashioned appearance actually match the room's decor from the early 2000s quite well.

I wonder where the person who bought this safe got it from.

"Breakfast was alright today, meat buns and black rice porridge." After Jia Feng took Lin Qingsong to get breakfast from the stage manager, he received a message that the advertising company had brought a client downstairs. He quickly said, "Qingsong, you can wander around by yourself. I'll go downstairs to meet them!"

"Brother Feng, you're busy." After saying that, Lin Qingsong carried his breakfast and strolled to the dressing room next door.

A Russian model with fair, rosy skin is sitting bored in front of the mirror while a makeup artist does her makeup.

Hearing the door open, and seeing that it was Lin Qingsong, she couldn't help but smile and say, "Lin, good morning."

Anna, as the busiest model at Shining International, has her schedule fully booked every month, so Lin Qingsong hasn't seen her for a while.

"Good morning, Anna." Lin Qingsong greeted Anna with a smile, looking at her delicate face, which resembled that of a Barbie doll.

After the two finished speaking, the stylist picked up a thick down jacket and handed it to Anna: "Anna, put this on."

Just looking at Anna taking the down jacket made Lin Qingsong feel a surge of anger.

(End of this chapter)