An unexpected idol meeting...
"It's me, are you surprised?"
The man was wearing a casual sweatshirt and thick-rimmed black glasses, which added a touch of liveliness to his straight, thin face. Because he took good care of himself, his short hair was neatly trimmed, and he looked like he was in his early 30s despite being in his 40s.
"Teacher Mu, Mu Cen, it's really, really you?" Pinot stood there in a daze. Why would Mu Cen say it a second time?
Mu Cen smiled, his voice gentle and warm, like a spring breeze. "Pinault? I've heard of you, a talented kid."
A word of praise from Dou Lian was like an arrow flying from thousands of miles away, which, with a "bang", penetrated into the heart of little Pinault.
Although she had met Mu Cen on many occasions and listened to every work he participated in, most of the time she looked up to her idol as a fan. This was the first time she had talked to him up close.
"Teacher Mu Cen." Wen Zichuan greeted him and shook hands with him. To be honest, he was grateful to Mu Cen. Although the training at the Guohua Music Society was hard, he learned very well and made obvious progress after returning.
Mu Cen was followed by a girl. He stepped aside to guide her forward and introduced her, "Jiang Ziyue, our newest screenwriter, a top student in the Department of Literature at Imperial Capital University."
"Hello, Teacher Pi, my name is Jiang Ziyue."
"Hello! Um...you..."
Pinot was so nervous that he couldn't speak clearly. Mu Cen quickly tried to smooth things over: "Ziyue is also very interested in original scripts. You two are about the same age, so it's a good opportunity for you to exchange ideas."
Jiang Ziyue pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, just in time to see the piles of documents and manuscripts on Pinault's desk.
Wen Zichuan invited them to sit down. Although the two screenwriters were of similar age, Jiang Ziyue was tall and slender, almost at eye level with him. In comparison, Pinot, wrapped in a blanket, looked like a little snowman with a round head. He also had a cold and looked pitiful.
"I don't know what's going on, the air conditioner seems to be broken." The other colleagues had all left work. Wen Zichuan went to the tea room to pour hot tea and handed it to Mu Cen and Jiang Ziyue respectively. "Teacher Mu Cen, are you here to see Mr. Jin?"
"Yes, we were originally scheduled for the afternoon, but something unexpected delayed us, so we changed it to the evening." Mu Cen took the tea and thanked him. "But when we arrived, Mr. Jin was stuck in traffic again. I saw the lights were still on, so I came up to wait for him."
Speaking of Mr. Jin, Wen Zichuan has never found a suitable opportunity to ask him about the penalty for breach of contract.
On one occasion, besides President Jin, only Huang Yun was present. He happened to hear them mention Guo Tianrui's contract termination, so he took the opportunity to ask about it. President Jin didn't say anything, but Huang Yun came up to comfort him, saying that as long as he stayed at the Second Sound, the liquidated damages would be non-existent, and it didn't matter whether they were a lot or a little.
He said excitedly, "How can one hundred thousand and five million be the same thing?"
Huang Yun put his arm around his shoulders like a buddy, and said in a particularly greasy and exaggerated tone, "You said that after you signed on, Ersheng has never treated you unfairly! The best projects all give you priority. In another year or six months, I will definitely make you a top voice actor!"
Idol, popularity, traffic, Wen Zichuan feels like vomiting when he hears these words.
He looked unhappy, and Mu Cen noticed it very quickly: "If you don't mind, sit down and chat for a while?"
"No problem! No problem!" Pinault sniffed and quickly cleaned up the table to make it look less messy.
On Mu Cen's left was Wen Zichuan, and on his right was Jiang Ziyue. He casually joked, "Zichuan, Ziyue, their names sound like siblings."
Wen Zichuan smiled politely: "When I was in school, there were several similar names in my class. Maybe the parents liked it."
Mu Cen lowered his head and took a sip of tea. "Come to think of it, naming is an art form. So, what about Pinot?"
"Peanut is the transliteration of peanut." The little girl looked happy, "You can also call me Peanut."
Mu Cen nodded: "Tough on the outside, pure on the inside, what a good name."
Being praised not only by his talent but also by his name, Pinot felt even more embarrassed. "Um, you came to see Mr. Jin, what's going on?"
When she asked this question, she already had an answer in her mind.
Guohuayinshe and Second Voice had barely collaborated before, but Mu Cen, despite his busy schedule, rushed to Dengyuan to meet with President Jin. Does this mean that the two companies will soon establish a partnership? Is it possible that she'll ask Mu Cen to dub her new script?
Mu Cen held the teacup in his palm and said seriously, "We are here to discuss the cooperation between Guo Huayin Society and Second Voice."
Cooperation? Really cooperation?!
Wen Zichuan was just sitting next to Pinot, but he could hear the sound of fireworks exploding in her heart!
"Really, really, really?!" Her eyes flickered, and her weak heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"We hadn't had much contact with Ersheng before, but that voice actor drama really surprised me. I originally thought that having voice actors perform on stage was similar to a play, a relatively niche form, but I didn't expect the performance to be such a sensation on the day, with so many people willing to buy tickets and come to see it. Guohuayinshe values and excels at stage performances. If we can achieve in-depth cooperation with Ersheng, we will definitely produce brand new works after the new year, which will bring changes and innovations to the entire industry."
The sonorous and powerful words echoed in Pinote's mind. Mu Cen's serious and confident demeanor and mellow and capable voice were too similar to Song Xiang. Pinote couldn't help but imitate Zhao Songxiang's lines in his mind with his voice. As he thought about it, his eyes turned red - he really couldn't find anyone more suitable than him even with a lantern.
"What's wrong?" Mu Cen looked at her and asked gently.
"It's okay, it's okay," Pinault said, not wanting to lose his composure. He quickly wiped his eyes and said, "It's just a cold. It's okay."
As he was speaking, Mu Cen's cell phone rang. President Jin had already arrived downstairs and would be coming up soon.
Pinault finally had a chance to chat with his idol up close, and he probably wouldn't be able to leave work for a while. Wen Zichuan had other things to do, and he didn't want to see President Jin, so he found a gap, said hello, and left.
On the way, he called Cheng Sizhou, but the line was busy and he couldn't get through.
Cheng Sizhou didn't have an easy day either. He was busy in full gear and didn't even drink a few sips of water. His phone battery was at 98% when he arrived at the office in the morning, and only 89% was left when he got off work.
The archaeological team was invited to carry out a rescue excavation of a noble tomb in the northwest of Huaili City. The overall condition was not very good. There were two or three robbery holes on the left side of the tomb passage. Many burial objects were damaged and looted by tomb robbers. The main tomb chamber had a structural collapse, and only one-third of the pointed roof could be seen. Coupled with the accumulation of rainwater, it was completely soaked and unrecognizable.
The archaeological team dug through the silt and some scattered colorful fragments caught their attention.
However, the conditions for dredging at the site were so bad that they simply cut off the silt wrapped with debris in one piece, wrapped it in plastic sheeting, and took it to Dengbo in a truck.
Cheng Sizhou was a little excited when he suddenly received such a "great" restoration task. However, when he opened the plastic sheet, he was dumbfounded. The pieces were not damaged much, only about two or three hundred yuan.
Yu Ming hurriedly wrote a request document, saying that the two of him and his brother were not enough, and it would be better to transfer a few more people to help.
After the document was sent out, the earliest the personnel would be in place would be tomorrow, so they didn't dare to delay and just picked up various tools and got busy.
"I'm going to have a nightmare." Cheng Sizhou's voice was muffled by the mask.
"What?" Yu Ming was concentrating on the work in his hands and didn't hear clearly what he said.
"One moment I cleared a foot, the next moment I cleared an eye," Cheng Sizhou muttered, "Brother, I'm so scared!"
"...Come back when you're cured." Yu understood him and ignored him.
The two brothers knew what was going on. If it turned out as expected, it should be a fragment of a porcelain figurine.
Since it is a porcelain figurine, it is normal to clean out the human body parts.
According to the description of the archaeological team and the condition of the fragments, it was probably broken into pieces by the initial tomb robbers shortly after being buried. Broken porcelain is worthless, so it was not stolen. Later, the tomb collapsed, completely shattering the already incomplete porcelain figurine.
Fortunately, the collapsed soil wrapped up the fragments, preventing them from being eroded by rain and geological impacts. Because the main part is well preserved, it is still possible to repair it.
"Senior brother, look." Cheng Sizhou held a small brush in one hand and half a leg in the other, but this time it was not a human leg, but a horse leg.
"Terracotta Warriors?" Yu Ming looked at the colorful fragments on the ground. "Tang Dynasty sancai terracotta warriors?"
Cheng Sizhou lifted the horse's leg and examined it carefully against the light. "The glaze isn't as vibrant and bright as Tang Sancai. Could it be Song Sancai or Liao Sancai?"
"Well, it's possible." Yu Ming was a good man and always agreed with his judgment. "Huaili City is close to the Huai River. It's the junction of the north and the south. It's not surprising to see Song Dynasty sancai and Liao Dynasty sancai."
Cheng Sizhou couldn't free his hands, so he nudged him with his elbow: "Look at the horse's butt, look at the horse's butt?"
Yu Ming avoided him, his face indifferent: "Stop making trouble, get back to work."
The aesthetic tastes of the Tang and Song dynasties were different. The shape of Tang Sancai horses is usually plump and light. As Cheng Sizhou said, you can roughly judge it by looking at whether the horse's butt is round. Very few Song Sancai or Liao Sancai have been unearthed. They were made in the Song and Liao dynasties under the influence of the Tang Dynasty and imitated their predecessors. By the middle and late Song Dynasty, the simple and elegant style completely dominated the mainstream.
Yu Ming was not completely without judgment, but firstly, it was very imprecise to jump to conclusions before he had pieced together a complete piece from hundreds of fragments; secondly, he was just a restorer, and inferring the age and determining the value of cultural relics were not within his job scope. If he said too much, he would offend people.
He is not Cheng Sizhou. He does not have his talent or his connections, so he cannot do whatever he wants.
"It's just the two of us now, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Cheng Sizhou muttered, "It's boring."
"Make it a habit, okay? Someone's coming tomorrow, so just do your work and don't talk too much."
"I see. He's so old-fashioned, just like Master."
The work finally came to an end. When Cheng Sizhou was washing his hands, his cell phone rang. His hands were covered with bubbles, so he didn't answer it.
When he put on his down jacket and was about to leave the office, his phone rang again. He saw it was Wei Jing, so he avoided Yu Ming and hid in the corner outside the door to answer it. "Boss Wei, I'm not kidding you. I've been so busy lately! Weekends? Even weekends are out of the question. If I don't work overtime to catch up on the progress, I probably won't make it through the year!"
He had declined Wei Jing's "kind invitation" many times, but Boss Wei was like a dog-skin plaster, calling him every now and then to make an appointment.
He was afraid of affecting Zichuan, so he didn't want to say anything final. He thought he would try to fool him this time.
At this time, another call came in. It rang for two seconds and then disconnected. It was Zichuan.
"Hello? Mr. Wei, there's a call coming in. I'm going to hang up first."
Cheng Sizhou was about to press the hang-up button when Wei Jing's voice, which had been briefly interrupted, resumed. In the background, a deep male voice shouted, "Boss Wei, something happened! Liu Shixing ran away!"
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