Chapter 128 The Movie King Looks Worthless
Just as Yiyi was about to help, a pair of large hands suddenly appeared in front of Song Zhiyuan, "Let me do it."
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Shen." Song Zhiyuan took Yiyi to make way.
Shen Jingmo gripped the joystick and turned it skillfully. This technique surprised Song Zhiyuan, "How can Mr. Shen be so skilled?"
"I once filmed a realistic film and received training in the countryside on how to use this kind of agricultural tool."
The movie that Shen Jingmo mentioned was only known to some old fans. Because it was a realistic subject, the box office was not high. The director was mainly trying to win awards, and he did live up to expectations and won the first trophy since Shen Jingmo entered the entertainment industry.
Song Zhiyuan had some impression of the movie that Shen Jingmo mentioned. He had talked about it in an appreciation class he attended in college.
Shen Jingmo shook the tractor for a long time, but it only made a dull sound, with no sign of being started.
Song Zhiyuan noticed something was wrong, so he unscrewed the lid of the oil tank and leaned forward to take a look. There was not a drop of oil in the barrel, so how could it be shaken?
The director team is really a pit.
[I knew Director Gou wouldn't get such a good transport vehicle for nothing.]
A tractor without oil is no different from a lump of iron.
The production team always teaches guests a lesson: sometimes winning isn't always a good thing. This oil-free iron lump is worse than a wheelbarrow.
"Director, why is there no gas in your tractor?" Song Zhiyuan looked at Ma Tao, who was sitting under a big tree watching the show and enjoying the cool air.
Ma Tao laughed and said, "If there's no oil, you need to find a way on your own, or earn money to buy oil."
After saying this, Ma Tao pretended to be innocent and turned his head away, not looking into Song Zhiyuan's eyes.
What use does she need this lump of iron for if she wants to exchange it for cash to buy oil?
[Sister Song shouldn't have been allowed to come here alone and get bullied by the bastard director. Go get the top star over here.]
Song Zhiwei, who was working in the fields far away, couldn't help but sneeze twice in a row.
Yiyi tilted her head and cautiously tugged at Song Zhiyuan's sleeve, "Beautiful sister, we can borrow some oil from the village chief."
"Yiyi is so good, but I have a way." Song Zhiyuan's eyes were as sharp as a little fox.
Song Zhiyuan picked up Yiyi and put her on the car seat. "Yiyi, wait for me here for a while. I'm going to get some gas and will be back soon."
"Okay, then beautiful sister, please come back soon." Yiyi nodded obediently, swinging her legs on the seat.
Song Zhiyuan and the village chief borrowed oil drums and pipes and hurried towards the village entrance. Shen Jingmo followed closely behind, as if he already knew Song Zhiyuan's plan.
At the entrance of the village were parked the bus they had taken and two vans. Without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to do anything, Shen Jingmo skillfully stepped forward to open the fuel tank of the van, then inserted the oil extraction pipe, sucked a few times, and a steady stream of engine oil flowed into the tractor along the oil extraction pipe.
[She covered her face and laughed. Sister Song was a good girl after all, but she actually took the lead in doing such a sinister thing.]
[I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Sister Song has been completely led astray by the production team.]
Director Dog asked Sister Song to figure it out on her own, and Sister Song's approach seemed to be working fine.
[The tractor team belongs to Sister Song. There's nothing wrong with Sister Song's plan. But what is the actor doing here? He's even stealing the oil himself. Where are your bottom lines, actor?]
[What bad intentions could the movie star have? I stole the oil, so lend me your tractor when the time comes.]
"Mr. Shen, the unicycle doesn't seem to need oil." Song Zhiyuan leaned lazily in front of the car to help keep watch.
"But I want to cooperate with Professor Song. This oil is a token of my loyalty." After the engine oil was filled, Shen Jingmo naturally pulled out the oil pipe and handed the oil barrel to Song Zhiyuan.
Song Zhiyuan smiled and extended a hand of friendship, "Happy cooperation."
The two returned to the village chief's house and filled the tractor with gas. Shen Jingmo shook it a few times and the tractor restarted. The machine hummed and a puff of black smoke continued to emerge from the chimney. "Professor Song, please accompany Yiyi to sit in the back. I'll drive."
The village chief’s wife kindly brought two stools and placed them in the truck bed.
Shen Jingmo drove the car all the way to the fields. The country road was bumpy, so Shen Jingmo deliberately slowed down to avoid bumps.
The tractor was forced to stop by the roadside, and they still had a short distance to walk back. Song Zhiyuan turned around and found Shen Jingmo following closely behind. "I can drive the tractor. Mr. Shen, go back and do your work first. We'll send it to Mr. Shen when we're done."
Shen Jingmo explained, "Using your tools, it's only natural to help."
Song Zhiwei had been cutting peppers for almost a day, but he hadn't finished cutting the entire acre of land yet, and the field ahead was still red. Song Zhiwei straightened up to rest for a while, and then he saw Shen Jingmo coming up behind Song Zhiyuan like a bell.
Song Zhiwei's expression instantly darkened, and he almost ran to Song Zhiyuan, "Chen Jingmo, why are you running here instead of doing your own work? What evil ideas are you planning?"
"Mr. Shen came here to help." Song Zhiyuan explained.
"Sister, you also believe the dog's lies. This dog has always been successful."
This bastard Shen Jingmo must have relied on his good looks and warm and affectionate personality to seduce the sister who believed his nonsense.
Under his sister's suppression, Song Zhiwei suppressed his emotions, but his eyes were wary when he looked at Chen Jingmo.
The little boy moved quickly and had already packed the peppers they had spread out on the ground into a bamboo basket, with Yiyi helping him.
Shen Jingmo squatted on the ground and, with the help of the little boy, carried a full basket of peppers on his back. The fresh peppers weighed down the whole basket, which weighed about thirty or forty kilograms.
Before Song Zhiyuan could pick up the bamboo basket, Song Zhiwei immediately reached out to stop her, "Sister, you help pick it up here, Shen Jingmo and I will carry it."
"I can help carry it too." As he said that, the little boy quickly put the backpack on his back and walked towards the tractor first.
Shen Jingmo followed closely behind. Song Zhiwei used the strength of his legs to lift the basket and hung it in front of him. He carried two baskets of peppers, one in front and one behind, and was extremely careful when walking in the fields.
Shen Jingmo looked back and asked, "Do you need help?"
"No need." Song Zhiwei refused directly and arrogantly.
Carrying two bamboo baskets on his back, Song Zhiwei had a hard time walking and couldn't even see the road ahead.
[Actor, have you forgotten that you have a teammate?]
At this moment, Cheng Yuhan was picking peanuts in the field with the little boy in his team. He looked towards the intersection from time to time, wondering why the actor hadn't come back for almost an hour.
[The actor is saying, can you please focus on your own business? You're helping out here, but the top stars don't appreciate your kindness.]
[It would be great if Sister Song could appreciate it.]
[Look at your actor, he looks so worthless. After the show is over, he can just stay in the mountains and dig wild vegetables.]
【As a fan of this show, I can’t bear to watch it anymore. 】
[The Best Actor award was given for Tractor, not for Sister Song.]
[Whatever the fan sister says is right, and only Cheng Yuhan is hurt in this world. ]
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