Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 112 As if facing a formidable enemy

Neon lights flashed at the restaurant entrance.

After Zhang Jianguo left, the tense atmosphere of official socializing finally dissipated.

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Lin Yiyi let out a long sigh of relief, patting her slightly heaving chest: "That scared me to death—I thought Director Zhang's legendary niece was going to suddenly crawl out from under the table."

She secretly glanced at Cheng Ming and saw that he was looking at his phone. Then she lowered her voice and whispered to Zhao Yufeng next to her, "You didn't see the way Director Zhang looked at Cheng Ming just now. He looked at Cheng Ming like he was his own son-in-law. He wished he could move the Civil Affairs Bureau over right then and there."

Zhao Yufeng snorted coldly, crossed his arms over his chest, and his long legs still looked extremely aggressive in the night.

"He dares!"

The female warrior raised an eyebrow, her expression menacing: "That Director Zhang, he looks so upright, how come he's involved in arranged marriages!"

Cheng Ming put away his phone, looking at the two drama queens adding their own drama with a wry smile: "Alright, stop imagining palace dramas. We still have to take the subway later. Let's go over and meet with the person in charge at the TV station, and also check out the equipment."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo, who was still immersed in the joy of "surviving a disaster," immediately lost his composure.

"Huh? We have to go now?"

Wang Shuo let out a piercing wail, a sound more gruesome than a pig being slaughtered, drawing the attention of passersby.

He cradled his round belly in both hands, looking at Cheng Ming with a face full of grief and indignation: "Godfather! My own father! Even the donkeys in the production team need a midday rest! We just got off the highway and went to a restaurant, and we're already working before we've even digested our food? We'll easily get appendicitis!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Cheng Ming took the lead, striding towards the subway without looking back: "Just consider this a post-dinner digestive walk, let's go and not linger."

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The third phase of the system's mission is taking place on this land, which is quite natural.

"Alright!"

Although Li Feng didn't say anything, his eyes instantly lit up when he heard the words "equipment" and "adjustment".

As a tech geek, his desire for new equipment far outweighs his need for rest.

"What a tragedy!"

Wang Shuo muttered to himself, reluctantly moving his heavy body to follow.

Lin Yiyi and Zhao Yufeng exchanged a glance, shrugged helplessly, and could only follow in the footsteps of that "workaholic".

The next few hours were hell for Wang Shuo.

Cheng Ming completely treats the recording studio like his home.

From microphone placement to mixing console parameters, every detail was meticulously crafted to an appalling degree.

It wasn't until midnight that the group, exhausted, spent the night at the hotel arranged by Director Zhang.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Cheng Ming then pulled Wang Shuo, who was still dreaming, out of bed.

After a quick wash, I headed straight to the southern suburbs.

That was Cheng Ming's home.

It was also the most familiar yet strange place to him in both his lifetimes.

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The car was parked downstairs in a slightly old but clean and tidy residential area.

There was no tearful, heart-wrenching reunion like I had imagined.

The people of Qin are inherently cold and stubborn; even if their hearts are burning with passion, their faces will still be covered with frost.

Cheng Ming took out his keys and opened the door!

A middle-aged man wearing a vest was sitting in the hall.

She bears a striking resemblance to Cheng Ming in her features, though the lines of time have aged her.

Mr. Cheng looked at his son who had suddenly arrived, and then at the group of people behind him, his expression hardly changing.

"You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back."

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Cheng Ming didn't waste any words, changed his shoes and went inside.

Have you eaten?

A middle-aged woman who was busy in the kitchen peeked out, holding a spatula in her hand.

"No, Mom, make more, all of these are edible."

Cheng Ming pointed to Wang Shuo and the others behind him.

"Um... Hello, Auntie! Hello, Uncle!"

Lin Yiyi quickly bowed, so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. Her obedient appearance was completely different from when she was complaining about Director Zhang last night.

Zhao Yufeng also shouted, but his loud voice made the living room chandelier sway.

Mr. Cheng nodded and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down, have some water first..."

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After greeting the group, Mr. Cheng began preparing for his own affairs.

As for the original owner's younger brother, he went on a trip and wasn't home at all!

Breakfast was eaten in a flash.

Wang Shuo fully utilized his "naturally friendly" nature, calling Cheng's mother "uncle" and "aunt" repeatedly, making her beam with joy and wishing she could adopt him as her godson on the spot.

After finishing your meal, wipe your mouth.

The parents didn't offer Cheng Ming any extra formalities.

It's just a matter of letting them be more careful.

I left home and headed straight for the city wall.

Today's filming schedule is very demanding.

According to the plan, the filming location needs to be at several landmarks, including the ancient city wall, the bell tower, and the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

When the black SUV parked in the parking lot at the foot of the city wall.

A red Jeep Wrangler was already parked there, standing out conspicuously among the sea of ​​gray cars.

The car door opened.

A long leg wearing black overalls stepped out first.

Followed by.

A girl with a high ponytail and wearing a black tank top jumped off the bus.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

His features were well-defined, with a wildness in his eyes and brows, and his skin was a healthy tan, the kind Zhao Yufeng had honed in the gym—

The feeling she gave off was different; this girl exuded a kind of dashing spirit that seemed to have been forged in the wind and sand.

"Cheng Ming, right? He's definitely much better looking than in the videos!"

The girl strode over, looking directly at Cheng Ming without any hesitation.

She held out a hand, her nails neatly trimmed: "I'm Zhang Xiaoqi, and Zhang Jianguo is my uncle. If you need any cooperation in the next few days, just tell me."

Zhang Xiaoqi originally wanted to say that she could work part-time as a tour guide and local companion.

But when I thought about how Cheng Ming was a native of the ancient city, I didn't bother to emphasize it.

Cheng Ming reached out and shook her hand.

He has a strong grip, and his palms have thin calluses; he seems to be a trained fighter.

"Hello, Cheng Ming."

After a brief self-introduction, Zhang Xiaoqi stared intently at Cheng Ming.

"You two must be Panda Sister and Valkyrie, right? You're really good-looking."

"Ms. Zhang is equally stunning; she has very distinctive features!"

Zhao Yufeng stepped forward, puffing out his proud chest, trying to overwhelm the other party with his aura.

Zhang Xiaoqi raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Yufeng's exaggerated curves before looking down at her own less impressive figure. She couldn't help but tease, "Compared to the goddess, I'm quite far behind..."

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Cheng Ming took out the shooting script and interrupted at the right time, saying, "Alright, time is tight and the task is heavy, let's start shooting and gathering material as soon as possible."

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He handed the script to Zhang Xiaoqi: "Ms. Zhang, I haven't been back to the ancient city for a long time. You should be very familiar with these locations. I need to shoot a series of empty shots of the city wall during this time period, when the light comes from the side and back, as well as a close-up of me walking on it."

Zhang Xiaoqi took the script, flipped through a couple of pages at random, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

profession.

That's incredibly professional.

Not only were the light angles and camera movement trajectories clearly marked, but even the entry points for the background music were clearly written down.

She abandoned her previous nonchalant attitude and said seriously, "No problem, I've already had this section of the city wall cleared out, we can take pictures anytime."

After saying that, she turned and left, her movements so swift and decisive that she didn't seem like a girl at all.

Watching that decisive figure walk away, Li Feng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "This girl's got something special; she's much better than ours who just yells 'Cut!'"

"Strong my ass!"

Zhao Yufeng, as if facing a formidable enemy, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Xiaoqi's retreating figure. He whispered fiercely in Lin Yiyi's ear, "Yiyi, did you see that? This is a formidable opponent! Her level is much higher than that green tea b*tch! These unorthodox methods are the hardest to deal with!"