Chapter 149: Sugar Painting
Meng Chuyuan thought that the most difficult person was around her, but it was not until now that she discovered that the internal conflicts of the other two groups were far more complicated than they thought.
Looking at it this way, she felt that Lu Jinsen was not as bad as people said on the Internet.
Lu Jinsen only seems to have a bad temper on the surface, but he is pretty good in some aspects. When making a choice, he will take the initiative to discuss with Meng Chuyuan first.
Even if Meng Chuyuan sometimes insists on her own ideas, Lu Jinsen will stand on her side in the end.
They formally met through this program. They were really just two strangers who teamed up to record the program, and their performances were shown to everyone without reservation.
She and Lu Jinsen did not cause trouble to each other. They did not communicate much during the early stages of the mission, but it was not certain that they would have a conflict over such a small matter.
Tingjiu was so exhausted that he collapsed on the sofa, his exhaustion written all over his face: "It's too tiring. I won't participate in reality shows anymore."
Ever since Tingjiu showed his prowess in professional competitions and was named the best player, he quickly became a popular player in the e-sports circle. Later, he took on some endorsements and officially came into contact with people in the entertainment industry.
Tingjiu has participated in many variety shows. If no one mentioned his identity, with his appearance and height, people would definitely mistake him for a new star in the entertainment industry.
Meng Chuyuan glanced at him and kindly advised: "Study hard and then concentrate on your game."
Ting Jiu nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly stood up from the sofa. "Gaming is my favorite. I can do a live broadcast at home. Why would I come here and suffer? Pack your bags. I'll leave tomorrow morning."
After saying that, Tingjiu went back to his room to pack his things.
Only Lu Jinsen and Meng Chuyuan were left in the living room.
Lu Jinsen was a man of few words. He sat silently by the side the whole time, staring blankly at the cup he had just brought back.
I have to go back tomorrow. Every time I go back after the end of the session, Lu Jinsen wonders how many episodes Meng Chuyuan can hold on to. The further it gets, the more he thinks about it.
Seeing that he looked a little lost, Meng Chuyuan walked over and snapped his fingers in front of him: "What are you thinking about? You're going home tomorrow, aren't you happy?"
Lu Jinsen raised his eyes, looked at Meng Chuyuan, and said earnestly, "I'm wondering when my eldest brother will come back."
When Lu Qingye went out for a year or two before, he didn't have this feeling of dependence.
"Are you finding me annoying?" Meng Chuyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes expressionless.
Lu Jinsen lowered his eyes and denied it, "No."
Because he knew that even if Lu Qingye came back, he would definitely not have so much time to accompany him to record the show. After all, Lu Qingye was a person who never put his work down, and he probably wouldn't take recording a show, a project that took up most of his time, seriously.
But compared with Meng Chuyuan, these are still not worth mentioning.
Although Lu Qingye is reliable, when he comes to the show, no matter how high his status is, he can't play any role in this rural village.
"If your brother is willing, I don't mind switching with him." Meng Chuyuan boldly expressed his opinion: "He will accompany you to record the show, and I will go on business trips for him."
Anyway, she is a free person and can do anything.
Lu Jinsen: "Then you might see two men who know nothing but staring blankly on the show."
…
The next morning, the sun rose slowly in the east, birds sang melodiously in the treetops, and the gentle, bright light illuminated the house.
The other groups went to town to have breakfast before the show started, but Meng Chuyuan was the only one packing his luggage in the room.
Today's task is relatively simple. Based on their consumption, they will go to the street to sell sugar paintings and return the money they earn to the program team.
If a group fails to meet the quota, they cannot leave the town and must extend the live broadcast by one hour before they can leave.
"This is easy. If someone is willing to buy it, we can just sell a dozen or so and it will be done."
Some guests felt that sugar paintings were expensive in themselves, and the few dozen dollars they spent could be quickly returned to the program team.
"Wait, I'm not finished yet." The director suddenly asked the staff to bring up a turntable with a pie-shaped graph on it, indicating the percentage.
Director: "Later, each group will send a representative to throw the darts. The proportion of people selected will be the number of sugar paintings you will sell today."
[I knew the director liked to keep things in suspense, hahaha. There must be some trap here, otherwise why would he give us such a simple activity?]
[Laughing and getting rich! Originally, one sugar painting cost ten yuan, and they could sell a few to make a profit. Now they have a certain amount. If you calculate it all, the program team has made a lot of money.]
[If the unlucky person spends the most money and hits 100%, then it’s all over. I guess they’ll have to be lenient.]
This is Director Luo's usual style. As a die-hard fan of his variety shows, I'm used to it.
[The program team's plan was a good one, but this time all the guests fell into trouble.]
“…” All the guests present were silent.
The Shuangqi siblings spent the most, and had more than twenty yuan in change left. If they wanted the task to be easier, they could only hope to hit the 10% mark.
Qi Zhen was the first to throw the dart, but before he did, he asked, "Director, what if I miss?"
The director's eyebrows moved slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes: "Then calculate it as 100%."
Everyone felt pressured after hearing this.
However, the ratios on the turntable are the same, and there is no need to rotate it while throwing, so it would be a big deal if the target missed.
Qi Zhen made a great effort to throw in 20%, which was considered quite satisfactory considering the large amount of money they spent on the proportional exchange.
When it was Lu Jinsen's turn, Meng Chuyuan calmly said to him, "Just throw it away. It's just a delay in recording."
[Sister Meng is very open-minded, hahaha, she doesn’t take it seriously at all]
[This is hilarious! Compared to the scene where Qi Zhen was so nervous that his palms were sweating, I really feel like Meng Jie's group is just playing around.]
[Sister Meng said: The program team is playing with me, so why can't I play with him?]
[That's great. Sister Meng's words are a form of encouragement and support for the young master.]
[This is just entertainment, so we have to finish the recording today no matter what. If we can extend it, then we can.]
Lu Jinsen had thought the same thing just now. The director had only said that the live broadcast would be extended for one hour, but he didn't say that they would only leave after all the goods were sold out.
He picked up a dart and threw it towards the area with a smaller proportion, and finally landed on the same plate as Qi Zhen.
The director saw the darts land on the turntable and said with some admiration: "Not bad, just a little bit away from 10%."
Finally, only the Liao sisters' group was left. Before the staff could remove the darts from the turntable, Liao Jiake said, "Director, we won't throw them away."
The director looked over in surprise and said, "You're not throwing it away? I ate a bowl of beef noodles from you yesterday. I can deduct the money for that."
Liao Jiake still shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary.
Because Liao Jiayan didn't eat it, the director felt embarrassed to charge them for the beef noodles.
In the morning, Liao Jiake went to buy breakfast, but Liao Jiayan still hadn't eaten. In the end, she shared the remaining breakfast with the photographer who was following her.
Their group didn't spend much money, but if the money wasn't converted proportionally, the number of sugar paintings would be a bit scary.
Just as the director was about to put the props away, Liao Jiayan suddenly came over and said, "I'll throw it away."
She didn't know what Liao Jiake was thinking, but she wanted the live broadcast to end quickly so she could go back early.
She really didn't want to stay with Liao Jiake for even a second.
"Okay, then you do it." Seeing that she was going to try, the director handed her the dart in his hand.
Liao Jiayan stood in the designated position, stared carefully at the area she wanted to throw, and then threw the dart with all her strength, hitting 50% of the plate.
[Help! Yanyan was so handsome just now! !]
[Not bad, not bad, at least I didn’t miss the target hahaha]
[Tsk, he openly treated his sister like that on the show, and now he's pretending to be so good at trying to show off. Enough is enough.]
[Haven't these two sisters reconciled yet? I don't think they've spoken to each other today.]
Director: "Now that the results are out, please follow the rules of the game. Make as many sugar paintings as you can and then sell them at the market."
…
Unfortunately, the street where they were going to set up their stall happened to be where a movie was being filmed, so the live variety show and the crew accidentally ran into each other.
Although they encountered it, it did not affect their filming at all.
The live camera did not deliberately reveal too much of the background, and followed the guests throughout the entire process so as not to reveal the crew's filming location.
There are a lot of people walking around here, so it's the perfect place to sell sugar paintings.
Meng Chuyuan and his friends had just opened their stall, and the only remaining sugar paintings were left by the old man who sold them, and now they were handed over.
Tingjiu: "Sister Chuyuan, you make the sugar paintings, and we'll be in charge of selling them."
"Then I'll just draw it casually." Meng Chuyuan rolled up his sleeves, scooped a spoonful of syrup, put a stick on the board, tilted the spoon, and poured the syrup on the board.
She carefully observed the old man's sugar paintings, which included butterflies and zodiac animals, and each one was lifelike.
Meng Chuyuan felt that she was rather clumsy and could not think of any other pattern in a short time, so she made a butterfly according to the original sugar painting pattern.
A tourist nearby saw Meng Chuyuan and his friends selling sugar paintings, and after secretly observing them for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to come over.
When Tingjiu saw the first customer appear, he put on a warm face and greeted politely: "Hello, Miss, would you like to buy a sugar painting?"
The female tourist nodded. Seeing that there was nothing she liked among the finished sugar paintings, she boldly asked, "Can I have something custom made?"
Meng Chuyuan raised his head with a smile on his lips: "Sure."
“My daughter loves Peppa Pig. Can you draw George and his dinosaur?”
[Hahahahaha, you are a ruthless person, sister, you know how to customize it]
[I like Peppa Pig too. If I see a sugar painting like this, I can’t help but want to buy it.]
[Students say sugar paintings are a bit expensive, so they really can’t afford them]
[Sisters in front, sugar painting is actually not expensive, because it is art in itself]
Meng Chuyuan glanced at the little girl in her arms. She had two pigtails on her head, a round face, and eyes as big as grapes, which were bright and lively.
Such a cute little girl, anyone who sees her would want to pinch her.
Meng Chuyuan said: "Of course."
She tilted the spoon slightly and began to make George and the dinosaur customized by the tourist.
In just a few minutes, Meng Chuyuan effortlessly drew George and then drew a dinosaur on its hand.
When the little girl saw that Meng Chuyuan really drew George and the dinosaur, her eyes lit up. She bent down in her mother's arms and stretched her hands into the air.
Seeing her anxious look, Meng Chuyuan said gently, "Please wait a moment, because the sugar hasn't solidified yet."
"Okay." The little girl answered in a baby voice.
The mother held the little girl in her arms, looked down at her child, and asked, "Girl, do you think my sister's painting is good-looking?"
The girl nodded repeatedly: "It looks good."
Meng Chuyuan's expression was somewhat gentle, and her voice was sweet: "Thank you, little sister."
After a while, when the sugar solidified, Meng Chuyuan slowly took it off the board and handed the sugar painting to the little girl.
Not long after, Meng Chuyuan and his team welcomed many customers, and everyone was lining up to make their orders.
However, the other two groups were not so lucky.
Because they don't know how to paint, even if they want to draw beautiful patterns, they don't have the ability to do so.
They sold the sugar paintings left over by the stall owner by using facial recognition. No one knew what they would do next. The paintings were so ugly that no one would have bought them if it weren't for their fans giving them face.
Seeing that Qi Zhen had no idea, a female fan suddenly said, "Why don't you sign an autograph? I'll buy two, one for me and one for my bestie."
Qi Zhen thought about it carefully and felt that this was a good idea, so he agreed: "Okay."
[Oh my god, buying a celebrity's autograph for ten yuan, are you serious?]
[Where is the location? Is it too late for me to go there now? Wow, I want Qi Zhen's autograph too.]
[Really? You're even allowed to do this? Qi Zhen, you're too soft-hearted! She's a popular star after all, and you're selling her for ten yuan?]
Some fans saw Qi Zhen and his team selling autographs, so some of Liao Jiake's fans ran up to him and boldly asked for an autograph.
Just like that, the other two groups started making signatures into sugar paintings and selling them.
…
Around ten o'clock in the morning, all three groups of guests completed their tasks. However, there were more and more customers queuing up, so they ended up staying open for another half an hour.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the director asked the staff to come up and disperse the tourists so that the guests could finish work.
Although this is indeed a business opportunity, the program team will not use it to make money.
"Everyone, I'm so sorry, our business hours are over. Thank you for your support of our program."
The staff maintained order, and the remaining tourists who did not buy sugar paintings could only leave with regret. Meng Chuyuan finished making the last sugar painting, handed it to the customer, and then returned the stall to the old man.
After listening to Jiuqing count today's sales, he was quite satisfied, as it exceeded their expectations.
Tingjiu suddenly remembered that a customer had just mentioned that the other two groups were doing autograph sales and had asked if they had any autographs for sale. "I heard they're selling autographs, so are we at the bottom of the sales list?"
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