Manager Sheng only received the specific contents of the contract today.

Although "ER" is a rare official variety show, Shengyu's resources also tilted towards Meng Fu at the beginning.

Once the specific plan was made, Shengyu's development department and operations department held a meeting. This variety show was different from their traditional variety shows. It was a documentary variety show. In short, the risk was too great.

"Okay, Manager Sheng, please send me the specific plan and I will talk to them about it." Zhao Fan pondered for a while and replied.

The two hung up the phone. Zhao Fan held the phone in his hand and waited for Manager Sheng to send the follow-up content. He looked up and said, "This resource itself is top-level in the circle, but the risk is very high. Manager Sheng and his team are now worried that the filming effect will not be good. Brother Cheng, what do you think?"

Su Cheng had almost finished eating. He put down his chopsticks, looked at Meng Fu, and pursed his lips: "You decide for yourself."

Meng Fu was still chatting with the village chief with her head down. When she heard this, she didn't even look up. She just said calmly, "Go."

"Understood," Zhao Fan snapped his fingers, "I'll talk to Manager Sheng about this. The variety show is still in the filing process, so there's no rush. I still need to go find Director Li."

Director Li is the chief director of GDL Legend of Gods and Demons.

Meng Fu responded casually while eating, still reading the message sent by the village chief.

...

...

Is anyone looking for Yang Hua?

Meng Fu frowned slightly. Who would come to Yang Hua?

In order not to affect Yang Hua and Meng Xun, Meng Fu carefully prepared a copy of their information and files after returning.

Thinking of the call that Yang Hua had just hung up, Meng Fu fell into deep thought. Now that she thought about it carefully, there was something unusual -

[Village chief, please help me keep an eye on my mother's recent movements and see who is looking for her. 】

Yang Hua looks carefree, but she never tells anyone what happens. Meng Fu always has the feeling that she is wasting her time in the world.

Village Chief: [Order me? 】

Meng Fu: [Send you some spices. 】

It just so happened that the medicine allocated to her by the Perfumery Department was almost arriving.

[System Message] The village chief withdrew a message.

Village Chief: [Okay. 】

Meng Fu: "..."

**

at the same time.

He Miao is here.

The director treated the crew to hotpot.

The director of "Star" was also there, sitting at a table with several guests.

"Director, why couldn't we find you at the beginning?" Ye Xiang asked.

"I went to see the teacher. I wanted to ask him how Meng Fu played Go." The director scalded a piece of meat.

He Miao said, "What did the teacher say?"

Xi Nancheng thought of what happened two days ago and looked at the director.

The director shook his head: "The teacher said she was average, but a little better than He Miao."

Hearing this, Xi Nancheng retracted his gaze and stopped paying attention. He nodded slightly, "He has a weak foundation, but he has a good memory and likes to take shortcuts."

Sang Yu smiled, "Ms. Meng is a genius student, so it's natural for her to have a good memory."

"Brother Fu has a good memory," He Miao didn't see that there was a conflict between Meng Fu and Xi Nancheng, he just felt sorry: "It would be nice if Father Meng was here tonight, she likes to eat meat, but she has to call her mother tonight."

Xi Nancheng lowered his head and ate calmly. Hearing this, he said nothing.

His opinion of Meng Fu changed a little, but he was very unhappy with her joking attitude towards He Miao when playing Go.

"There will be a chance tomorrow," Ye Xiang looked up at Xi Nancheng, quite excited: "Teacher Xi, you promised to treat us to a meal after watching the finals tomorrow. He Miao, please ask your father Meng to come along. If it weren't for her this time, we wouldn't have been able to finish sorting out the pile of books."

Xi Nancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking.

He Miao thought for a moment, "It seems that Father Meng is waiting for a courier tomorrow and won't leave. Should I go ask her?"

Xi Nancheng paused for a moment, but did not refuse: "You ask."

He Miao quickly picked up the phone.

At the side of the table, Sang Yu wiped his mouth with a tissue and turned to Xi Nancheng, "Teacher Xi, I heard that you are going to take the joint examination soon?"

It's no secret that Xi Nancheng is a chess fanatic.

While Ye Xiang was reading He Miao's message, he opened a bottle of Coke for himself, looked up, and was very surprised: "Association?"

"It's the International United Go Club." Although Sang Yu had no talent for Go, he obviously had studied these things quite a bit. "Every year, they recruit members from all over the world, but the games are different every year."

Ye Xiang nodded to show her understanding. Although she didn't quite understand, she knew that he was definitely not an ordinary member. "Teacher Xi, you are amazing."

"It's still far away," Xi Nancheng cherished this opportunity, but he also knew that he didn't have much hope. "I heard from the teachers that this year's chess game is a few endgames of the Xuanyuan game. Even Teacher Ge in the Go Club couldn't figure out this game."

Sang Yu smiled when he heard this, "Teacher Xi, I talked about this with Sister Sheng Jun. You should know the champion of the TG Cup four years ago."

This is a big event in the Go world.

In the most bloody competition in the past hundred years, the 18-year-old genius Go player from Country R challenged all the teachers in Country R, ​​crushed all the players in the TG Cup preliminary round, and declared on the territory of Country Hua that the players of Country Hua were no better than him, and claimed that Go originated from their country.

This aroused the anger of the Chinese people at that time.

This incident attracted the attention of the country, and the Go club was required to send someone to beat the boy no matter what. People in the Go community were furious as they were being bullied like this in their own country.

The conflict between the cultural circles of the two countries has also caused a lot of controversy.

Public opinion is flying all over the place.

It was not until the final that a player from the Go club emerged and defeated the talented Go boy by winning two out of three games.

It caused a sensation at the time.

It was also from that time that the number of members in the Go club increased rapidly.

Today, those trophies are still kept in the Go club's collection hall.

The first lesson for those who are learning Go now is this Go incident that caused a stir in the city. Xi Nancheng naturally knew about it. When he heard Sang Yu's question, he paused and said, "I remember the final endgame of that session was the Xuanyuan game, but I was not a member of the Go Club at that time, so I didn't meet her..."

Xi Nancheng also asked his senior brothers in the Go Club, but they didn't know anything about the champion.

Even the name is a code name.

"Sister Sheng Jun seems to know this person. I have time tomorrow, so I'll ask her to come out and you can ask her yourself." Sang Yu looked at Xi Nancheng and smiled.

Hearing Sang Yu's words, Xi Nancheng looked up.

Ever since Sheng Jun was exposed for dragging down Meng Fu, she had lost all her popularity among the public and faded out of the entertainment industry, taking over the company at home. However, Xi Nancheng's relationship with her did not have much impact on public opinion.

"She?" Xi Nancheng was very surprised. He subconsciously glanced at He Miao.

He remembered that Meng Fu and Sheng Jun didn't get along.

Sang Yu lowered her eyes and smiled, "He Miao, is Meng Fu free tomorrow?"

"I'm asking." He Miao had little influence in the circle before, and he didn't know most of the inside stories. Naturally, he didn't know that Sheng Jun and Meng Fu were not on good terms, and he didn't realize that Xi Nancheng and Meng Fu had a grudge.

He sent a message directly to Meng Fu——

[Teacher Xi is inviting us to dinner tomorrow, will you come?] 】

In less than two seconds, the other party replied with two words: [No. 】

On the other side of the phone, He Miao looked at the other people and scratched his head: "Dad Meng said she won't come, I'll ask her again..."

Xi Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard He Miao talking, he subconsciously interrupted: "No, let's wait for the next opportunity."

**

Wanmin Village, early in the morning.

The village chief took his pipe and went out.

It was almost November, and he was wearing a pair of black trousers and a blue-black jacket that looked a bit old.

There was a tattered bamboo hat hanging behind him.

There are many people growing crops in Wanmin Village, and at this time, most people get up and start doing farm work.

There was little smoke rising from the roof.

The village chief was not far from Yang Hua's house. He could see that Yang Hua's door was closed when he looked up. He lit his pipe but did not leave.

Yang Hua planted some crops and raised some chickens and ducks. Not much, but enough for her own food and shelter.

at the same time.

Village entrance.

The familiar car slowly stopped at the door.

The car was a modified commercial vehicle, not a model that the public was familiar with. The wheelchair slowly descended along the automatically extended steps, and the big man in black pushed the wheelchair forward.

Beside him, an old man wearing reading glasses frowned and looked at the surrounding environment: "Sir, there are some things I know I shouldn't say, but I still want to remind you that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. If you come here in person at this time, I'm afraid someone will take advantage of you. Besides, you finally got an appointment with an expert for your leg..."

"Butler Yang, that's my sister," Yang Lai interrupted the old man. He said this with a look of pain on his face. "She should have been well fed and well clothed like her sister, and married a promising young man. But look at what kind of life she's living now? I know she blames me for not taking her in. Now I don't ask for anything else but to take her back and let her live the life she deserves."

Butler Yang looked at Yang Lai's legs, frowned, but said nothing.

When I arrived at Yang Hua's house, no one was there.

Not far away, a voice came over: "Looking for Yang Hua? She went to the east field to fertilize the crops."

When Butler Yang turned around, he saw an old man smoking a pipe, wearing cloth shoes and a bamboo hat on his back. Butler Yang was very polite and thanked him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The village chief narrowed his eyes.

Butler Yang and his group went east to look for Yang Hua.

This was the first time that Butler Yang saw Yang Hua in person. She was carrying a shoulder pole with empty buckets on both ends. She must have just finished watering the vegetable garden. She was talking to the woman next to her in a very loud voice, "Aunt, go play mahjong with the village chief this afternoon! Let's play 50 cents today!"

He has a loud voice, behaves rudely and has no manners at all.

"Is this really Miss Baozhu?" On the ridge of the field, Butler Yang couldn't help but ask the big man in black beside him.

Yang Baoyi, the eldest daughter of the Yang family, is a well-known noble lady in the circle.

Although Yang Lai, the second son of the Yang family, has disabled legs, he is also an elite in the business world and is elegant and gentle.

The gap is too big.

When he saw Yang Hua for the first time, Butler Yang could hardly believe that this was Yang Baozhu.

The big man in black held the handle of Yang Lai's wheelchair firmly. He nodded when he heard what Butler Yang said.

As the two were talking, Yang Hua and her aunt who came with her had already seen Butler Yang and his group.

As the two walked in, the smell of farm manure became stronger.

Butler Yang took a step back.

Steward Yang and his companions were not ordinary people, either in terms of their aura or their clothing. The people in the village had seen the Jiang family before, so it was not surprising to see Yang Lai and others.

The middle-aged woman with Yang Hua was holding a basket of vegetables. She looked at Butler Yang's reaction and said to Yang Hua without saying hello to Butler Yang and the others, "Yang Hua, I'm going to go back and see if the porridge in the pot has boiled."

The people of Wanmin Village are simple and honest, and indeed feudal. They are quite enthusiastic about the Jiang family, but not so enthusiastic about Butler Yang at the moment.

"Precious pearl..." Yang Lai opened his mouth.

Yang Hua looked at the people in front of her, glanced at Yang Lai's legs, and then looked away. "What do you want to say? Let's talk about it all at once. I hope you won't disturb me and the villagers' lives again in the future."

**

This is Meng Fu.

After she finished recording "A Day in the Life of a Star", she was not in a hurry to leave. She didn't have many announcements recently and her schedule was not tight, so she stayed in the Go Club and treated Teacher Ge to dinner.

The address is in a villa near the Go club.

The villa didn't look like it was often occupied. Zhao Fan realized that it didn't seem to be rented, so he secretly asked Su Di about it.

Su Di is still in the kitchen. Teacher Ge is here today, so he is cooking.

Hearing Zhao Fan's question, Su Di didn't care too much, "It's a property of the young master."

After saying this, there was no reply from Zhao Fan.

Su Di turned his head back, "What's the problem?"

Zhao Fan: “…”

There's nothing wrong with it, just a little bit of hatred towards the rich.

As they were talking, someone rang the doorbell. Zhao Fan went out to open the door, and the person who came was Teacher Ge.

He held a chessboard in one hand and two boxes of chess pieces in the other.

"Teacher Ge, do you want to watch the game?" Zhao Fan politely stepped aside to let the other person in.

She also knew that today was the TG Cup final, but Zhao Fan was not interested in it.

Teacher Ge thanked Zhao Fan and said as he looked into the house, "The result is about the same, just a minor fight."

For Mr. Ge, who has seen a lot of ups and downs, these are indeed just minor incidents.

Zhao Fan smiled and led him into the hall, "Brother Fu, Teacher Ge is here."

Meng Fu was sitting on the sofa in the hall watching TV. Su Cheng was handling official business in the study upstairs. Hearing Zhao Fan's voice, Meng Fu stood up and waved to Teacher Ge, "Teacher Ge."

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming to the Go Club?" Teacher Ge sat down opposite Meng Fu and set up the chessboard.

Meng Fu collapsed on the sofa and yawned, "Too busy."

Teacher Ge glanced at her without saying anything. He pushed the box towards Meng Fu and said, "Let's play a game."

Meng Fu picked up the black piece and placed it in area A.

Teacher Ge picked up the white word directly and took a steady step.

After a few moves, Teacher Ge looked at Meng Fu, a little surprised, "We haven't played against each other for a few years. Your chess style is more aggressive and steady."

When he lived in Wanmin Village and studied art, he was abused many times by Meng Fu.

At that time, Meng Fu's chess style was very sharp.

Looking at it today, it seems to have become much more restrained.

Meng Fu watched Teacher Ge play chess for a moment before putting it down. Hearing this, she smiled lazily, "I've been with the village for a long time, and I've learned a lot from it. I'm bound to grow."

The two of them went back and forth for forty minutes. After that, Mr. Ge was holding the white chess piece. He looked at the chessboard and laughed, "I lost."

Meng Fu put down the black piece in her hand and poured a cup of tea for Teacher Ge, "Thank you."

"Why should I give in?" Teacher Ge took the teacup, took a sip, looked at her, and felt very happy to play a game of chess. "My skills are not as good as others."

The village chief doesn't often play chess with Teacher Ge.

Only Meng Fu didn't despise him.

Teacher Ge looked at the remaining endgame, carefully took out his phone, took a picture of the chessboard, and prepared to review the game when he returned. Then he looked at Meng Fu: "Is your mother okay recently? I sent a lot of medicine back to you."

Yang Hua fell ill, and the village chief posted a message on WeChat Moments, hoping that the medicine Yang Hua took was not expired.

Teacher Ge had a headache, so he bought a bunch of medicine and sent it back.

"It's okay. She's in good health." Meng Fu poured herself a cup of tea. She would check Yang Hua's health every year when she went back. "I also left a lot of medicine for her."

"That's good," Teacher Ge nodded. "I noticed that your mother hasn't been in the group chat or looking for people to play mahjong recently. She was slow to respond when I asked her, so I thought she was really sick."

Meng Fu's hand holding the teacup froze slightly.

She understood Yang Hua, and she thought that Yang Hua must be really in trouble.

"Look at this endgame," Teacher Ge took out a piece of paper from his pocket with an endgame drawn on it, "a type of Xuanyuan game."

Meng Fu is good at Xuanyuan Bureau.

Hearing that there was a new game, she lowered her head and took the endgame, brushed away the chess game she and Teacher Ge had played on the chessboard, and laid out the endgame according to the paper.

He doesn't cherish the chess game he plays at all.

Teacher Ge: “…”

He smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen. It was very tempting. He was not a big eater, but he couldn't help but look towards the kitchen.

"That's Su Di, my assistant, she cooks delicious food." Meng Fu set up the remaining dishes, and when she saw Teacher Ge looking into the kitchen, she replied.

Teacher Ge retracted his gaze and nodded: "I can smell it."

He put down his teacup, looked at the endgame that Meng Fu had set up, and raised his head to ask, "By the way, do you still remember the account of your Go Club? When the time comes, cooperate with the association and post a promotional Weibo. The Cultural Bureau wants to promote traditional culture, and you have the greatest influence."

Meng Fu narrowed her eyes. She didn't remember that she had an account: "Go account?"

Teacher Ge looked at Meng Fu, not knowing what to say. "This year, when recruiting members for the association, we included the Xuanyuan game, which you are good at, in the test questions, and asked you to come up with a chess game."

"As for your account," Teacher Ge said, unable to bear it any longer, "Have you forgotten that the people from the Cultural Bureau were pressing hard at the time and someone had to step up, so I registered an account for you?"

Meng Fu looked up, "You really registered?"

Teacher Ge took out his phone and showed her his account number: "Here."

Meng Fu took a look and saw a Weibo account. Teacher Ge even registered a membership for her.

MF.