Chapter 119 Betting (1 update)

After the embarrassment, Shangge walked up to Mu Chenan and looked at it carefully, "This should be the real thing, right?"

Mu Chenan nodded, "Yes."

Shangge was surprised, clasped his hands together and bowed, "Excuse me!"

Mu Chenan looked humble, clasped his hands together and bowed, "No, no!"

Shangge: "I admire you!"

Mu Chenan: "You're welcome!"

The others looked at the two people in confusion, not understanding why the two people suddenly became respectful to each other.

Tang Fan was puzzled: "So, did we miss something?"

Huang Feifei was still in shock, shaking her head blankly, "I don't know what happened to these two people."

Shang Ge really likes Mu Chenan now. He can keep up with his train of thought and can act together with him. He is indeed a very interesting person.

"Do you know the value of this white jade hair crown?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Thinking that he was recording a program, he changed his way of saying it, "Just think of him participating in the program with a villa on his head."

Everyone: "..."

Good guy!

It's really disrespectful.

This metaphor is quite vivid.

A large number of shocked exclamations floated across the screen.

[Fuck! Villa! Is this hair crown so valuable? 】

【Except for "Fuck!" 】

【Okay! I get it! This 32-line actor has a storyline about a rich young man who enters the entertainment industry for fun. 】

【Now I finally understand why there are so many artists in the entertainment industry, but Mu Chenan got this big piece of cake! It's all about money! 】

...

Sang Yian didn't want everyone's attention to be focused on the value of the white jade hair crown,

so he continued to change the topic. "Director, so you see, the difference between me and the guests is directly caused by the difference in clothing and jewelry!"

"In order to have a better effect on the program, the director should come to my small supermarket to order a batch of ancient costumes and a batch of jewelry. This will definitely improve the watchability of the program!"

"Director, I really think you need to consider it!"

Sang Yian said earnestly.

What she got was a big eye roll from the director, "Is it because I don't want to make the show more effective and provide the guests with better clothes and jewelry?"

"Just your outfit costs more than one million. Even if our show is known for its sky-high investment, it's not a price we can afford!"

"You can't do that even if you have money!"

Everyone looked at Sang Yian in shock. Does your family run a legitimate supermarket?

What kind of supermarket would cost more than one million for a set of clothes?

Sure enough, the price of beautiful clothes is not something that ordinary people can afford.

However, looking at Sang Yian standing aside beautifully, the three female artists still silently decided on their schedule after the show.

At least we have to go to the small supermarket to see it!

Luo Qingying was only shocked for a moment. Looking at Sang Yian who was the center of attention, she regretted bringing up the topic of clothes!

Instead of being rejected by several female guests, she was given the opportunity to advertise!

Luo Qingying's frustration was about to overflow the screen.

Fortunately, the director quickly cue the process, and the calligraphy competition between the two teams officially began.

As calligraphy teachers, Luo Qingying and Sang Yian naturally stood on the side of their respective students.

The director also livened up the atmosphere. When everyone sat at the table writing, the director began to interview the two about various interesting things in the process of learning calligraphy. The atmosphere was quite good.

Luo Qingying has a family background in Chinese studies and has been influenced by it since she was a child. When answering questions, she casually revealed that her grandfather was a master of Chinese studies and that there were several university professors in her family. This attracted the attention of many fans in the live broadcast room and made her the focus of attention, achieving the original purpose of attracting fans.

It must be said that her plan was very successful.

Sang Yian didn't care about these. She actually came here to save the situation.

In addition to saving the situation, she also advertised her small supermarket, which was far beyond her expectations. She was very satisfied with today's gains.

The judges in charge of scoring are all familiar faces, including Zhao Xuhuai, Sang Yian's master, Liang Yongdong, the current president of the Calligraphy Association, and Luo Zhengtian, Luo Qingying's grandfather.

These three are all heavyweights, and their names are very scary. Anyway, after hearing them, the netizens in the live broadcast room shouted 666.

Before the judging, Luo Qingying was full of confidence.

Although she had less class time than Sang Yian, Shang Ge and Tang Fan in her group both had a solid foundation. Huang Feifei also signed up for a training class after receiving the contract. She felt that their group still had a great chance of winning.

"Which team do you think is more likely to win?" Luo Qingying asked.

"Of course it's our team."

Sang Yian didn't even think about it. He was full of confidence, taking it for granted, without a single word of modesty.

"That's not necessarily true. I think our team will definitely win! The players in our team are very strong. Teacher Shang and Teacher Tang have both practiced before."

Luo Qingying was equally confident.

Sang Yian refused to admit defeat: "Brother Xiao has also practiced before!"

Luo Qingying said confidently: "Two to one, I still win!"

Sang Yian looked at her with sympathy, "No, I will definitely win! Quantity is not important, quality is important!"

The director raised his hand silently and reminded, "Winning or losing seems to have nothing to do with you."

Luo Qingying immediately changed her words, "Then it must be our team that wins!"

Sang Yian refused to give in, "No, it's our team!"

This damn desire to win!

Sang Yian's eyes turned slightly, "How about we make a bet. If our team wins, you have to work for me for a week!"

Luo Qingying immediately said, "If I win, I want a piece of water-grained paper."

"It's a deal!"

Although the values ​​of both parties are not equal, Sang Yian agreed very readily.

The six guests each wrote a piece of calligraphy, and the three judges gave scores.

The level of the guests was really clear and obvious at a glance.

Li Xue and Huang Feifei were at the same level, a little better than beginners, just barely acceptable.

Shang Ge, Tang Fan, and Song Xiao were at the same level. The works of the three were much better than beginners, with very methodical strokes and structured characters.

At first glance, they were particularly impressive, but they could not withstand a closer look.

However, it was already very rare to have such a level.

Luo Qingying raised her chin slightly, very happy, "Teacher Sang, you can't be a liar!"

I heard that the water-grained paper in the small supermarket has been out of stock for a long time. Many calligraphy enthusiasts went to the small supermarket in person, but they all returned empty-handed.

If I can have a knife, I can do a few live draws, which can also be a publicity gimmick.

At that time, the people who can help her will be more stable and can also attract more attention.

Luo Qingying is looking forward to it.

Shangge and the others are also looking forward to it. The winning team will be rewarded with a luxurious dinner, and the losing team will only have steamed buns, not even pickled vegetables.