Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 87 Sister Meng, President Jiang has signed you up for a women's martial arts course.
Yanjing, Jiangying Media.

Meng Ziyi, wearing high heels and a red haute couture suit, stood in the center of the company lobby, giving orders with composure.

"This massage chair is in the staff rest area, and that one was moved to the editing department. They stare at the computer all day long, and their necks are almost ruined."

She pointed her finger, and several workers hurriedly adjusted their positions according to her instructions.

The young women at the front desk peeked out, glancing at the dozens of potted plants, two imported coffee machines, and the giant money tree that almost reached the ceiling that had suddenly appeared in the company. They whispered among themselves, "What's going on with Sister Meng?"

"I guess being an actor is lucrative, right? Is he giving back to the company?"

A senior employee gave them a disdainful look and said, "What 'President Meng'? Next time, call her 'Boss's Wife'!"

Then he immediately went over and took the potted plant from Meng Ziyi's hand, saying, "Sister Meng, we can do this kind of rough work."

Meng Ziyi glanced at her, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You're so sweet-talking."

She clapped her hands and announced to the employees who had gathered around, "I've ordered afternoon tea from Tang Palace for everyone; it'll be here in a bit."

"Wow……"

Amid cheers, the new intern, Xiaolin, couldn't help but blurt out, "Thank you, boss lady!"

The air became silent for a moment.

Meng Ziyi's ears turned red, and she suppressed a smile, feigning seriousness: "Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Jiang and I are completely innocent!"

She approached Xiaolin and carefully examined the bold girl: "What's your name? Which department are you from?"

"Lin, Lin Xiaobei, an intern in the publicity department." Xiaolin stammered nervously.

"Hmm, not bad." Meng Ziyi nodded meaningfully. "I think you have a lot of potential. I'll recommend you to President Jiang next time."

A chorus of jeers immediately erupted around them, and several female employees exchanged knowing glances.

Meng Ziyi pretended not to see and turned to walk towards Jiang Ye's office, her steps light as if she were walking on clouds.

Behind her, Xiao Zhang put his arm around Xiao Lin's shoulder: "Sister, you flattered the right person this time!"

Meng Ziyi walked briskly into Jiang Ye's office and immediately noticed that the seat by the window was empty.

She clapped her hands, and her assistant immediately followed her in carrying several exquisite wooden boxes.

"Place this money tree on the left side of your desk, as feng shui says the left side attracts wealth."

"These jade Pixiu are placed on the coffee table to ward off evil spirits and protect the house."

She directed while squatting on the floor adjusting the carpet pattern, "And this string of five emperor coins, hang it on the doorknob."

As the assistant arranged the items, she muttered under her breath, "Sister Meng, won't President Jiang find it messy when he comes back with so many feng shui ornaments?"

Meng Ziyi smiled without looking up: "It's okay, I've already talked to him. He said I can handle these little things."

The assistant rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless.

Sister Meng's own office only has a few tables and chairs, not even a potted green plant.

So, are you planning to work here?

Just then, Meng Ziyi opened her Hermes bag and took out several exquisitely packaged cans of tea and coffee beans.

The tin can is printed with a subtle gold-stamped logo, making it look quite valuable.

She deftly opened the office tea cabinet and neatly arranged the tea canisters: "This Lion Peak Longjing tea is for him to wake up in the morning. The tender buds from before the Qingming Festival have a natural orchid fragrance when brewed. This can of Blue Mountain coffee is directly supplied from a Jamaican plantation. I'll keep it for him to drink when he stays up late editing videos. Remember to have Xiaobai change the water to Evian every day and keep the water temperature at 88 degrees Celsius so as not to ruin the beans."

The assistant peeked out and her eyes widened in astonishment. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Meng, this Longjing and Blue Mountain tea... this must have cost a fortune! And using Evian water just to brew coffee is such a high-end thing!"

Meng Ziyi dusted off her hands and waved them off nonchalantly: "No need to spend money, I got these from my dad's office."

"He's so old, it's a waste for him to drink this!"

"I saw how hard Ah Ye was working, so I packed it up and brought it for him, hehe!"

assistant:"……"

"Teacher Meng, are you busy?" Administrative Director Zhang Xin pushed open the door and came in with a polite smile on her face, completely different from her usual serious demeanor in the department.

"Sister Zhang is here." Meng Ziyi straightened up and adjusted her suit jacket. "I just ordered afternoon tea for everyone, would you like to try some later?"

"Oh, Teacher Meng is always so considerate of her employees."

Zhang Xin smiled and agreed, her eyes quickly scanning the newly added decorations in the office, her mind perfectly clear.

There are two people in this company you absolutely cannot afford to offend.

One is Bai Lu, who follows General Jiang around all day long, even though he gets scolded by the boss all the time!
But... this is the kind of situation where others want to be criticized but don't even get the chance...

I heard that she was Jiang Ye's trusted confidante who had been with him since the early days of his business. In the very beginning, it was just her and President Jiang!

A true hero who helped the emperor rise to power!
The other one is Meng Ziyi in front of us. Anyone with eyes can see her feelings for Jiang Ye. She even makes such a fuss in the boss's office, so her status is self-evident.

However, we need to observe whether she is the boss's wife or not, and we cannot place bets casually.

Zhang Xin waved to the door: "Xiaoya, come in."

A girl with a similar build to Meng Ziyi walked in, and their features even bore a six or seven-point resemblance, though she looked a bit more youthful.

"Hello, Teacher Meng, my name is Xiaoya," the girl greeted timidly.

Zhang Xin explained from the side, "Teacher Meng, this is an assistant that President Jiang specially arranged for you. In addition to your daily work, she can also help you with some of the filming matters."

"For example, she can do some of the intimate scenes that require a body double."

Meng Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then a surge of warmth welled up in her heart, and she could no longer hold back her smile.

Jiang Ye still cares about her! That's wonderful!
She stepped forward and patted Xiaoya on the shoulder, "Work hard with me from now on, and you'll be well-paid."

Xiaoya nodded quickly, extremely excited.

This job even includes kissing male celebrities! I'd be willing to not pay you...

Excited to think about it!
Zhang Xin coughed twice and handed over a schedule: "Teacher Meng, there's something I need to tell you. The second season of 'Divas Hit the Road' will be starting next week, and President Jiang specifically asked me to hire a tutor for you."

Meng Ziyi raised an eyebrow: "Invite a teacher? What kind of class? Etiquette or a foreign language?"

"Women's Martial Arts!"

Meng Ziyi: "?????"

……

When the Sito film crew moved to Shangri-La, Pudacuo National Forest Park was still bathed in the coolness of early spring.

This is a "natural oxygen bar" in northwestern Yunnan. The waters of Bita Lake are like an unpolished sapphire, reflecting the golden birch trees and verdant spruce trees covering the mountains. The meadows still retain the withered yellow of late winter, and yaks huddle together as they stroll through the forest. Occasionally, sunlight pierces through the clouds, but its warmth is quickly dissipated by the sweeping cold wind, and the air is filled with damp, chilly moisture.

The film crew chose a location hidden deep in a dense forest on the west side of Bita Lake, with a steep mountain stream running through it. The moss on the cliff face was covered with morning dew and was so slippery that it was hard to step on it. The bushes below were still withered from winter, and there was some snow left among the rocks.

This is the filming location for the key scene where Si Teng first met Qin Fang after falling off the cliff.

In March, the temperature difference between day and night in Shangri-La is extreme. During the day, the temperature can barely rise to 10 degrees Celsius when the sun comes out, but it is only a little past 5 a.m. now and the temperature is still below zero.

The staff were working hard in the cold wind. The stagehands were breathing out white breath to fix the reflectors, and the props team was squatting on the edge of the cliff to check the safety rope buckles. Everyone was wrapped up tightly in their coats, rubbing their hands which were red from the cold and stamping their feet back and forth.

Jiang Ye stood by the monitor on the edge of the cliff, holding the script in his hand, while Jing Tian and Li Xianzheng leaned over to listen to the play.

Jing Tian wore a dark green cheongsam with subtle patterns, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. However, she wore a thick black down jacket over it, with the zipper pulled all the way up, burying her chin in the collar. She still couldn't help but shiver slightly, and her fingertips were white from the cold.

Li Xian was wearing Qin Fang's casual jacket from the drama, with thermal underwear underneath, and his nose was red from the cold.

“Sister Tian, ​​you need to control your emotions before falling off the cliff in this scene,” Jiang Ye pointed to the mark on the script. “Si Teng has just regained consciousness and is still weak. When she sees Qin Fang, she should not be wary, but rather have a blank look in her eyes, as if she has been rekindled. Her eyes should be a little empty, and she should focus on them a beat later.”

He turned to Li Xian, "For Qin Fang, when he drives off the cliff, don't just focus on shouting. Add a detail of him frantically grabbing the steering wheel. When he lands and looks up to see Si Teng, his shock should be mixed with a bit of bewilderment from surviving a disaster."

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly noticed that Jing Tian's expression was off. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jing Tian was about to shake her head when she was interrupted by a sudden wave of dizziness. She instinctively grabbed Jiang Ye's arm and shook it gently.

"It's nothing..." The voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's hum.

Jiang Ye immediately frowned: "Assistant! Where's the oxygen tank?"

An assistant who was not far away quickly ran over with an oxygen bag, removed the nasal plug, and handed it to Jing Tian.

"Teacher Jing, take a couple of puffs!"

Jing Tian took the oxygen cylinder and took a few deep breaths. The tightness in his chest eased a little, and his complexion gradually warmed up.

She removed her nasal congestion and smiled somewhat apologetically: "Sorry, Director Jiang, I was a little short of breath last night and didn't sleep well. I felt a bit dizzy just now."

The altitude here is 3500 meters, and newcomers are easily troubled by altitude sickness. The crew specially prepared a lot of oxygen cylinders, but the low oxygen at night still made many people sleep poorly.

Jiang Ye looked at the bloodshot eyes and knew she hadn't slept much yesterday.

Regardless of Jing Tian's acting skills, her dedication is truly undeniable.

Wearing a cheongsam to film in such cold weather, and suffering terribly from altitude sickness, she never complained once, and showed no signs of being spoiled. She also got along well with the crew and staff, making her a truly worry-free person.

"Can your body handle it? If not, take a half-hour rest first." He softened his tone.

Jing Tian quickly shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, I feel much better after breathing oxygen, don't delay the progress."

Just then, the assistant director strode over: "Director Jiang, the equipment is all set up and the actors' movements are all in place. The only problem left is the vehicles."

He pointed to the wrecked car not far away, "I just tried it, and the crane really can't get in. The mountain road is too narrow, and the trees are too tall. It's simply impossible."

The production team held a meeting half the night yesterday to discuss this issue, and many people suggested using a green screen for filming and then compositing the cliff scene in post-production, which would save time and be safer.

But Jiang Ye had gone to the cliff edge in the dark last night to survey the terrain, and he already had an idea in mind.

He walked to the car, knocked on the door, and turned to the crowd, saying, "Use Plan B, film it live."

The assistant director paused, then said, "But Director Jiang, live-action filming relies on manpower..."

“I know.” Jiang Ye interrupted him, his tone certain. “Green screens are convenient, but they can’t capture the reflection of the moss on the cliff, the real shaking of the car body as it fell, or the impact of crashing into real mountains and water.”

“We have the resources and funds now, so we can’t fool the audience.” He patted the roof of the car. “We’ll pull it by manpower, make sure the safety measures are in place, and have several people take turns.”

Jing Tian stood aside and listened, feeling a growing appreciation for Jiang Ye.

Many film crews nowadays rely on post-production to save time, but he is willing to put in the effort to pursue realistic effects. She has only seen this kind of dedication to his work in some veteran directors.

“Okay! We’ll do as Director Jiang says!” the props team leader agreed first. “We’ve already prepared the ropes and traction frames!”

Soon, a dozen strong workers gathered around. Some secured the tow frame, some checked the safety ropes on the car, and some wrapped thick hemp ropes around their shoulders twice, shouting encouragement to each other.

"Come on! Tighten it a little more on the left!"

"Don't let the rope rub against the stone!"

"Teacher Tian and Teacher Li, please rest over there. Let's try pulling once!"

The cold wind swept across the cliffside, carrying the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind. The shouts of the workers, the creaking of the taut ropes, and the low mooing of yaks in the distance all blended together.

Jiang Ye watched everyone bustling about, rubbed his frozen hands, and nodded to the executive director: "Check the safety measures one last time. If everything is okay, get ready to start filming!"

Jing Tian wrapped his down jacket tighter around himself and watched as the car was slowly pulled towards the top of the cliff by the rope. Suddenly, a surge of energy welled up inside him.

With so many people involved in this ordeal, this scene absolutely has to be filmed well.

She took a deep breath of the cool air and handed the oxygen tank to her assistant: "Give me two more minutes, I'll go over my lines again."

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a warm glow on the cliff face. Jiang Ye watched the gradually coming together on the monitor.

"All departments, prepare! Action!"

……

Bai Lu stood on the open ground diagonally behind the monitor, clutching a crumpled script in her hand, her knuckles white from gripping it so tightly.

The morning wind, carrying a chill, crept into her collar, but unlike the others, she didn't wrap her coat tighter. Instead, she gazed in the direction of the film set, her heart filled with grievance.

She's been getting a lot of flak from Jiang Ye these past few days.

Yesterday, during a simple blocking scene, she repeatedly missed the markers, and Jiang Ye yelled at her in front of the entire crew: "Where are your eyes? Can't you see such big markers? If you can't act, go back to the training class and study for another three years!"

She hid in a corner and secretly shed tears for half an hour, losing her appetite completely.

Even though she had tried her best, Jiang Ye seemed to think she was terrible.

A wave of grievance washed over her, and she sniffed, almost bursting into tears again.

Just as I was feeling unwell, I caught a glimpse of something happening on the sidelines out of the corner of my eye.

A dozen or so workers were surrounding the old car, the thick hemp rope leaving deep red marks on their shoulders. Everyone was bent over, shouting as they pulled the car toward the top of the cliff.

The frozen ground crunched underfoot, and someone slipped and almost fell. The person next to him immediately reached out and grabbed him without a word of complaint, just panting and continuing to push.

The wind tore their chants apart, making them sound intermittent, yet they still conveyed a fighting spirit that refused to admit defeat.

And the hardships of life!

(End of this chapter)