Chapter 59 Oh wow!
“The station’s leaders have already tacitly agreed that he will be promoted to Chief Operating Officer of Tomato TV next month, so he’s thinking of making a big splash to give himself a good start in his new role.” Lu Lu snorted coldly. “Especially a few days ago, because of Ouyang Yuanzhong’s matter, Ouyang Group’s stock plummeted, and he lost a lot of money. Now he’s desperate and will do anything to get away with it.”
Lu Lu pulled out a stack of bound A4 papers from behind her and slammed them on the table: "This is the final script I just received today. Not a single line is neutral. He only cares about generating buzz, not about being truthful. He has completely abandoned all principles now!" The papers made a dull thud, as if echoing the anger in her heart.
"Wait a minute." Zhang Mo noticed something important. "How come he's still connected to the Ouyang Group?"
"His girlfriend is Ouyang Yuanzhong's older sister. Zhu Yunsong is a complete gigolo! His fans have the nerve to say I'm all thanks to my rich husband? How much money did Ye Laosan waste on his first few books? He didn't starve because I supported him!" Lu Lu said disdainfully. "However, not many people really know about his relationship with the Ouyang family. His girlfriend is a British citizen and almost never comes to China. I've only met her once, at Zhu Yunsong's thirtieth birthday party."
I didn't want to go at all, but he insisted on inviting me. That day I even sat at the same table as Ouyang Yuanzhong. I never imagined he could be so heartless, capable of murder and hiding a body. Thinking about it now still disgusts me.
Thinking back to that scene, Zhang Mo couldn't help but sigh, "Knowing that he used to pursue your husband, you still managed to sit at the same table with him for a meal. You must have had a tough time." It seems being a celebrity isn't easy.
Lu Lu: "???"
Zhang Mo: "......"
Lu Lu: "......"
Oh wow!
Zhang Mo said expressionlessly, "Can we pretend that I didn't say this?"
Lu Lu: "!!!!!!!!!"
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In the Han family's courtyard, five chairs with backs, common in rural areas, were neatly arranged.
Zhu Yunsong sat in the center, microphone in hand. His custom-made suit, paired with a carefully selected tie and cufflinks, made him look both professional and refined.
At this moment, he was turned to the side, listening attentively to the guests around him, his eyes focused and deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.
On the left are charity blogger Da Xi and Chen Jinhua, the mother searching for her daughter; on the right are Han Xiao's father Han Jian and his longtime neighbor Feng Nan.
"Cut!" Zhu Yunsong suddenly shouted during the conversation, and the warm expression on his face disappeared immediately. He then turned to the director, who was holding up a large cue card, and said imperiously, "Go and talk to those guys about the script again. What kind of answers are they giving?!"
A staff member wearing an assistant director's badge rushed over, humbly took the microphone from Zhu Yunsong's hand, and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu, please go and rest for a while."
Chen Jinhua, who had just finished speaking, looked panicked and said in a trembling voice, "Did I...did I say something wrong?"
Zhu Yunsong didn't even glance at her before walking into the tent that the staff had temporarily set up in the yard.
Seeing Zhu Yunsong's figure disappear, the assistant director finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the four guests of the day, saying helplessly, "I beg you all, could you please memorize a little bit of what's in the script and stop talking nonsense?"
"Uncle Han! You must remember that you have two daughters! You love your own daughters very much! So you can't show such agreement when Aunt Chen said she sent her daughter away to have a son!"
"And Uncle Feng! You're an honest man who was dumped by your vain wife! You need to show that you love your wife, not just that you want her back as a housekeeper!"
"And Aunt Chen! I know you and your husband have a good relationship, and you love him very much, but our topic today is 'elderly people living alone,' so you need to stick to the topic! Don't keep talking like a pampered wife, 'My man is like this and that.' Remember this: you're here to play the victim. A woman taking care of a sick child is always worse off than a couple taking care of a sick child! Do you understand?!"
Da Xi chimed in, "That's right, the production team is doing this for your own good." He considered himself different from the three complete amateurs and felt that his performance must have been excellent.
Unexpectedly, the assistant director glared at him impatiently as well: "I told you they weren't talking about you, right? You talked way too much just now, spouting off a string of fancy words, even more than our teacher Zhu. Who do you think you are?!"
Although Da Xi is somewhat of an internet celebrity, this is her first time working with a mainstream media outlet like a TV station, and she wants to make a good impression. Faced with the assistant director's criticism, she didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal and could only quickly promise to take the others to review the script again.
The assistant director had a headache, waved his hand, and told the makeup and styling team to come up and touch up their makeup. He then turned and went into the tent.
The makeup and styling team rushed over and got to work. No one noticed that one of the makeup artists, after combing Grandpa Han's hair, quietly slipped the comb into her pocket.
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Inside the enclosed tent, there was only a table and a few red plastic stools. On the table, a heater was humming.
Zhu Yunsong and the director were leaning against the table smoking together, and both of them looked to be in a bad mood amidst the swirling smoke.
The director lowered his voice and asked, "Are these old guys any good?"
The assistant director sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "I don't think today will be enough. We'll need at least half a day tomorrow. Let's get as much footage as we can, and we can always work it out in post-production."
Zhu Yunsong: "Where is Lu Lu?"
Assistant Director: "I just checked, her RV has already driven away."
The director mocked, "They come from a prestigious family; their parents are both highly educated intellectuals. They have aspirations and ideals."
They talk about the three elements of news all the time: When, Where, and Who. Of course, they wouldn't bother with our stuff.
"That's her strength," Zhu Yunsong commented coldly. "Unfortunately, this strength is useless."
The assistant director flattered, "Of course! Her academic approach is all castles in the air. She thinks she can take our Brother Zhu's position? She's just dreaming."
Zhu Yunsong tossed him a cigarette as a gesture of goodwill.
The assistant director quickly caught it, saying with an honored expression, "Thank you, bro."
The director clicked his tongue: "How about this, let these old guys memorize their lines a bit more. We'll film the interior first. See if we can find some of Han Xiao's things from when he was little, preferably a diary or something. Netizens love to peek into other people's privacy, they'll probably like to see this."
The assistant director immediately flattered him: "Great idea!"
"That's a good idea," Zhu Yunsong said affirmatively.
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