Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 89: The Second Season of "Divas Hit the Road" Begins Filming

"Zheng Shuang's flight should land in five minutes."

The assistant director lowered his voice and reminded him, swiping his finger across the first name on the tablet, "Aim the camera at entrance B, don't give it away."

The cameraman responsible for filming quickly adjusted the angle, and the lens steadily locked onto the gate that was about to open.

The stagehands were carrying welcome bouquets prepared by the production team into a cart. The pink and white roses were wrapped in transparent paper and glowed softly under the warm yellow light.

The hall was bustling with people. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed travelers hurried past, dragging large suitcases. Occasionally, someone would curiously glance at the group of Chinese people setting up their equipment, but they would soon be pulled away by their companions.

As time went on, all staff members remained on high alert.

The flight information scrolling on the electronic screen showed that the status of the "Yanjing-London" flight had just changed from "delayed" to "arrived".

Filming for the second season of "Divas Hit the Road" has officially begun.

The gate slid open with a "whoosh," and Zheng Shuang pushed a silver suitcase and walked at the front.

She was wearing an oversized black hoodie with the drawstring hanging loosely, her small face buried in the collar, revealing a sharp, unsightly chin.

The long flight had left her with dark circles under her eyes, and she looked as thin as a leaf that could be blown away by the wind at any moment. When she saw the camera, she subconsciously pursed her lips, her eyes filled with a sleepy, dazed look.

"Zheng Shuang is here!" the assistant director whispered into the walkie-talkie.

She had just walked to the waiting area of ​​the production crew and hadn't even had a chance to accept the bouquet when another wave of people surged out of the gate behind her.

Meng Ziyi came out dragging a large, bright pink suitcase.

She wore a neatly tailored beige trench coat with a matching belt around her waist, which accentuated her tall and slender figure. The hem of the trench coat fluttered gently with her steps, and the ends of her hair were curled in a beautiful arc.

She was dressed exceptionally elegantly!
With a bright, sunny smile, he looked around.

Although it was her first time recording a program, she showed no signs of nervousness whatsoever; she seemed more like she was on vacation.

"Teacher Meng?" The director went up to her. "This way."

Meng Ziyi turned her head in response, and her eyes met Zheng Shuang's gaze.

The coldness in her eyes was like ice, but she seemed not to have caught it. She walked a few steps to Zheng Shuang and gave him a standard business smile: "Teacher Zheng, what a coincidence, I didn't expect we were on the same flight."

Zheng Shuang tightened her grip on the bouquet, the thorns on the flower stems making her palms tingle.

The online feud had just ended, and this person in front of her, who had stolen the lead role in "Love O2O," was now able to smile innocently.

“Unfortunately,” Zheng Shuang’s voice was soft but barbed, “I was in business class and probably didn’t notice you.”

Meng Ziyi blinked, seemingly oblivious to the unspoken meaning, and instead took two steps closer: "Really? Then maybe I didn't see you. Long flights must be tiring, Teacher Zheng. You don't look well; did you not get enough rest?"

The concern in her tone was so open and honest that it made Zheng Shuang's indifference seem like unreasonable fuss.

Zheng Shuang felt a lump in her throat and almost choked on her breath. She turned around and walked towards the rest area, too lazy to pay any more attention to her.

Meng Ziyi was also a little confused. Was she still angry about the role?

How can someone in the entertainment industry be so petty?
Anyway, for Sister Meng, the Northeast Tiger Girl, it was somewhat incomprehensible.

"Teacher Meng!" A clear male voice came from behind.

Yang Yang, wearing a camel coat, walked over with a light step and a sunny smile on her face. "I saw you on the plane. I saw you went into first class, so I didn't want to bother you."

Zheng Shuang, who hadn't gone far, felt as if he had been shot in the heart.

She upgraded herself, but it wasn't as extravagant as upgrading to first class!

Meng Ziyi greeted him warmly: "Teacher Yang, you're too kind. Just call me Ziyi."

"It's nothing," Yang Yang waved his hand with a smile. "I'm quite familiar with Director Jiang. We met last year when we were filming 'The Left Ear.' In a while, we'll be joining the cast of 'Love O2O' together. Hope we can work together then."

"Absolutely!" Meng Ziyi nodded vigorously, her voice even a few decibels louder. "I'm so nervous lately, afraid I won't be able to play Bei Weiwei well. Teacher Yang, you'll have to guide me a lot, you're so experienced!"

"Don't worry, we'll go over the scenes a few more times, and you can ask me anything you don't understand." Yang Yang's straightforward enthusiasm was undisguised. "With your honest personality, our collaboration will definitely go smoothly."

"That's great! I was just worried I wouldn't be able to let loose..."

The two chatted animatedly, each word carefully chosen to reach Zheng Shuang's ears.

Zheng Shuang had only taken a couple of steps after turning around when she stopped abruptly, her back teeth grinding together.

Her fingers, gripping the suitcase handle, turned white, and her knuckles trembled.

Are these two blind or just incredibly carefree?
Didn't you see her right next to you?
They kept calling her "join the crew" and "Bei Weiwei," chatting more enthusiastically than anyone else, which was like rubbing salt into her wounds!
"Damn it..." Zheng Shuang cursed under his breath, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, even his ears were burning.

She took a deep breath, grabbed her suitcase, and strode forward with heavy, hurried steps, as if she wanted to stomp all her frustration into the airport carpet.

Meng Ziyi, you just wait and see!

In the corner, a camera steadily captured everything.

The assistant director lowered his voice and asked urgently into the walkie-talkie, "Did you get it? Was that expression powerful enough?"

"Got it! Got it!" The cameraman stared at the monitor, unable to suppress a smile. "His face was as black as a lump of coal, and his hand was shaking as he gripped the box. His emotions were written all over his face!"

The script supervisor next to him couldn't help but gasp: "Holy crap, is this that exciting? It's only been half an hour since filming started, and they've already pulled off something like this?"

Director Liao Ke stood in the shadows, his fingertips rapidly replaying the clips on his tablet, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He chuckled into the walkie-talkie, his voice full of satisfaction: "Excellent, this is superb. Have the cameraman keep a close eye on him and maintain this level of alertness."

"The show is going to get interesting from here on out!"

As the two were talking, a figure wearing a burgundy velvet coat walked gracefully over, her wavy hair swaying gently with her steps.

"Ziyi?"

Xu Qing smiled and raised her hand, her voice gentle and soft, "I am Xu Qing."

Meng Ziyi quickly stood up straight and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Teacher Xu, I am Meng Ziyi. I especially like your acting."

She was somewhat nervous in front of this senior princess from the Beijing entertainment circle, and spoke with a bit of caution.

"Don't be so polite," Xu Qing patted her arm affectionately, his eyes filled with a friendly smile. "I know you're from Jiang Ye's company. That kid is making a name for himself at the Huairou Film and Television Base, and the teachers at the Beijing Film Academy have praised him a lot."

“He even had the teacher call me yesterday, asking me to take good care of you, since we’re practically family.”

When her gaze swept over Zheng Shuang, who was sitting alone not far away, she gently shook Meng Ziyi's arm and said, "If anything happens on the show in the future, tell me."

Jiang Ye can be considered a member of the Beijing social circle.

Tian Zhuangzhuang treated him like a student.

He is now the most handsome student at Beijing Film Academy, and his teachers take great care of him.

The company is located in the Huairou Film and Television Base.

In addition, his uncle's connections with Guangxian Media make Guangxian Media a rising force in Beijing's entertainment circle.

However, the entertainment industry is not what it used to be, and the rise of several major platforms has changed the ecological landscape.

The circles don't have the same power as before, and naturally, they're not as exclusive. But the circles still exist, and naturally, there will be close and distant relationships.

Meng Ziyi nodded vigorously, finally feeling relieved.

Sunlight streamed through the airport's floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her genuine smile. She was completely unaware that in the rest area, Zheng Shuang's fingers, gripping the water bottle, had turned white.

The camera silently recorded everything; this journey across three countries was already fraught with tension even before it began.

……

As dusk falls in Dali Old Town, the last rays of sunlight pierce through the Cangshan Mountains and spill onto the bluestone pavement.

The film crew has just finished filming the Three Pagodas of Chongsheng Temple, and the staff are busy packing up the equipment.

"Xiaobai, come here." Jiang Ye took off his headphones and waved to Bailu, who was removing her makeup.

Bai Lu ran over with her hair still in a bun: "Boss, what's up?"

"Let's find a nice restaurant tonight," Jiang Ye said, rubbing his sore neck. "Let's call Director Mao, Li Xian, and..."

He paused, then added, "Invite Da Tian Tian along too."

Bai Lu's eyes lit up: "A trap?"

"Take a small get-together with a few core members of the company..."

"Then why call her Sister Sweetie? She's not from our company!"

"Then stop shouting, you'll pay the bill later!"

Egret: "..."

The boss is indeed stingy... no, he's indeed cunning and calculating!

Jiang Ye glared at Bai Lu with annoyance, thinking, "You really don't know the value of money until you're in charge."

With so many people employed by the company, shouldn't he try to save money?

"You should order the food in advance, as we are mainly welcoming Teacher Zhang Songwen tonight."

Bai Lu's eyes lit up: "Teacher Zhang is here? Is he the senior from the Beijing Film Academy's acting department that you mentioned?"

“Yes, he just arrived in Dali this afternoon.” Jiang Ye nodded, his tone solemn. “From now on, he will be your acting teacher, Li Xian’s acting teacher, and everyone else in the group. If any of the three of you have any acting problems in the play, including with Da Tian Tian, ​​you can ask him for advice. Tonight is a formal meeting so that everyone can get to know each other.”

Bai Lu quickly took out her phone and wrote it down: "Understood! I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly!"

Nighttime at the most upscale private restaurant in Dali Old Town.

The private room is located on the rooftop terrace, offering a panoramic view of the entire ancient city at night.

Li Xian was the first to arrive, wearing a simple white T-shirt, and was helping the waiter set the table.

"Hey, Brother Xian is so enthusiastic?" Cat Tree pushed open the door and couldn't help but tease.

"I've got nothing better to do," Li Xian said in a low voice, "Brother Cat, you'd better take me with you next time you have a good project!"

Recently, Jiang Ye has been handing over many simple shots to Mao De Shu, while he sits behind the monitor and occasionally offers a few pointers, clearly paving the way.

Maybe next time Cat Bro will be able to start his own production team and become a director.

Having worked his way up from the bottom for so many years, he knows all too well how precious this kind of opportunity is, and it's always good to build connections in advance.

Cat Tree paused for a moment upon hearing this, then scratched the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed: "What you're saying... I don't really have any projects, I'm just learning from Director Jiang."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, Cat Guide..."

"Thanks for your kind words! Let me tell you, what I'm most afraid of right now is starting my own production and not being able to find reliable actors. If you don't mind that I'm a new director, once I'm truly able to direct independently, I'll contact you immediately if there's a role that suits you. We've been working together on set for so long, pulling all-nighters and eating boxed lunches, who else would I turn to if not you?"

The two began to compliment each other, creating an atmosphere of harmony.

Jing Tian arrived right on time, wearing a light purple cheongsam and a silver hairpin in her hair, exuding elegance with a touch of Si Teng's cold beauty.

Ever since she played Si Teng, she has fallen in love with wearing cheongsams...

She walked straight to the table and sat down, calmly adjusting the hem of her cheongsam. As soon as she was settled, she looked up and instructed her assistant behind her, "Go and get the menu. Arrange today's dishes at the highest level."

"Have Xiao Li go to the car and get those bottles of vintage wine we have prepared. Remember to let them breathe."

She paused, then added, "We'll ask the waiter to pay the bill first, so my brother won't have to worry about it."

Under Jiang Ye's relentless and powerful emotional appeal, Da Tiantian was starting to feel the strain.

She now treats Jiang Ye like her younger brother, and the two have a very good relationship.

Li Xian, who was setting out chopsticks next to him, stopped and secretly exchanged a glance with Mao Deshu, his eyes filled with surprise.

Is this what a top-tier rich woman looks like?

The aura and the scale of their work are worlds apart from those of lower-level actors and directors who are still struggling for opportunities.

Jing Tian turned his head and gave them a gentle smile: "When Teacher Zhang arrives, we have to let him try the good wine we prepared. Director Jiang said that Teacher Zhang understands both drama and life, so this kind of local restaurant paired with good wine is the only way to show our sincerity."

The smile shed the distance caused by the difference in their social status, and instead showed more thoughtfulness.

Li Xian and Cat Tree nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, Sister Jing is so thoughtful!"

Li Xian couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

This is the true style of a mature woman—low-key yet flamboyant, making it hard not to admire her.

As they were talking, the door to the private room opened again.

Jiang Ye led Zhang Songwen in, followed by Bai Lu.

Zhang Songwen wore a simple navy blue shirt with a gentle smile on his face.

"Teacher Zhang!" Jiang Ye introduced enthusiastically, "This is our leading lady, Teacher Jing Tian!"

"This is our male lead, Li Xian, and our assistant director, Mao De Shu."

"It's an honor to meet you." Zhang Songwen shook hands with each of them, feeling somewhat moved.

He could sense Jiang Ye's high regard for him.

After everyone greeted each other, Jiang Ye raised his glass: "Today's meal is a welcome dinner and also a formal welcome to Teacher Zhang joining our team. From now on, the performances of the play 'Si Teng' and the company's artists will all depend on your hard work."

"I don't deserve it." Zhang Songwen quickly stood up and raised his glass. "Director Jiang said you are all excellent, and I'm here to learn from you."

“Let’s discuss it together. I just watched some clips of a few people. Bai Lu’s spirit, Li Xian’s tenacity, and Teacher Jing’s innate temperament are all very good. We’ll work on them slowly on set.”

The waiters began serving the dishes, and the aroma of Dali's signature spicy and sour fish, milk fan, and braised pork with preserved plum filled the air.

Looking at the table laden with delicious food and then at the group of energetic young people, Zhang Songwen felt as if that cold winter in the suburbs of Yanjing was a distant memory.

(End of this chapter)