After hearing the origin of the name "Not Envious of Immortals," and looking at each other's attire, everyone suddenly understood.
The three regular guests are all dressed in ancient costumes today, but their styles are slightly different.
Lang Zhuo, slightly plump and with a blessed face, dressed as a wealthy man, strolled in leisurely, fanning himself with a folding fan, exuding an air of nobility; Yu Lin wore a black outfit and a bamboo hat, with a faint scar drawn on his brow bone, his eyes sharp as knives, like a chivalrous knight-errant; Nan Xian wore a snow-white gauze dress, with orchids embroidered in silver thread on the cuffs and hem, and a smoky-colored shawl that fell gently like water, adding a touch of stunning beauty to her cool demeanor, making her seem like an ethereal fairy.
After introducing the background of the recording location, Director Deng got down to business—
"This episode's theme is 'The Secret to Longevity in Buxian Village.' Over three days, you can interact with the villagers to gather clues about the village's longevity. In response to the national targeted poverty alleviation efforts, we've also added a new activity this episode: we've invited three well-known domestic entrepreneurs to Buxian to form two-person teams with you and complete tasks together!"
He paused for a moment, glancing subtly in Nan Xian's direction out of the corner of his eye.
Nan Xian caught the fleeting, meaningful look in his eyes, blinked, and a big question mark popped into her head.
Immediately, upon seeing three small boats slowly drifting from the opposite bank of the river, and a familiar figure standing on the foremost boat, the question mark turned into an exclamation mark.
Yes, how could we forget— when talking about well-known Chinese entrepreneurs?
He Mingxiao.
He Mingxiao's attire today was quite eye-catching. He had black hair and wore white clothes. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly lowered. The smooth hair at his temples was blown by the river breeze, and a ray of sunlight swept across him, giving him a dazzling golden glow.
As the wind rises, shadows sway, and the river ripples with light, the people on the boat seem like immortals.
Nan Xian was slightly taken aback—she had never seen He Mingxiao like this before, neither in her past life nor in this one.
Unexpectedly yet logically, this outfit suits him very well.
Coming to her senses, her cheeks and ears burned. She quickly looked away, glancing at the others out of the corner of her eye.
Thankfully, everyone was watching the guests on the small boat, and no one noticed them.
However, her slight embarrassment quickly vanished.
She saw the people on the second small boat.
Wei Zeling.
Nan Xian's attention was completely drawn to He Mingxiao, and she didn't notice her for a moment.
Wei Zeling's style is truly unique. Even in period dramas, she remains passionate and unrestrained, showcasing her charm.
Wearing a fiery red Hu Ji dance dress, the close-fitting cut accentuated her alluring curves. The fabric was adorned with gold and silver threads and sequins, and a gold waist chain made of tiny gemstones, strung together around her bare, snow-white waist, sparkled in the sunlight.
She leaped lightly ashore, removed the thin red veil covering her face, and gave the three of them a warm smile that was as dazzling as the sun.
Nan Xian maintained a polite, businesslike smile and nodded at her without saying a word.
She and Wei Zeling had no relationship whatsoever, or if they did, it was a bad one. She really didn't want to, and had no need to, pretend to be friendly with her.
Lang Zhuo responded cheerfully and casually praised Wei Zeling a few times. Then, he turned his gaze to the back and almost couldn't help but laugh.
The last business guest was Sheng Zhicheng, the third-generation successor of the father of China Digital, whose physique bears a striking resemblance to the Michelin Man.
He was helped off the small boat by his assistant. The moment his feet touched the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously reached for the tissues in his pocket.
He suddenly stopped moving, raised his head, and met Nan Xian's gaze.
Nan Xian subtly curled the corners of her lips and narrowed her eyes with interest.
"Ah...so it's a fairy."
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