She has good vision
This segment ends here, and Yu Xiushi is watching the replay.
Cen Yuan stood there, waiting to decide whether to reshoot the scene. He finished the uneaten ice cream in his hand, took the thermos from his assistant, and sipped it in small sips.
Zheng Jicue thought the scene was adorable and took a few photos, but he was not satisfied with any of them, so he lowered his head to study the camera on his phone.
When he raised his phone to focus on Cen Yuan again, he found that Cen Yuan was looking directly at his phone. His hand shook and touched the video, and the previously adjusted shooting data was immediately reset.
The video suddenly enlarged the entire image of Cen Yuan. His breathing stopped and he pressed the record button for some unknown reason.
He watched Cen Yuan walking towards him in the wind and snow. Cen Yuan was so handsome that it made him gasp for breath.
Their eyes met.
Zheng Jicue felt a surge of heat coming out of his head, it was extremely hot.
He tugged at his collar uncomfortably, not daring to look directly at Cen Yuan.
Cen Yuan just walked past him. It turned out that he wanted to reshoot a scene with snow for comparison.
Zheng Jicue twitched the corners of his mouth, not looking very happy.
Suddenly a voice came from the side.
"Hello, hello. I'm the one who planted the red maple tree up ahead. My last name is Feng, Feng Tianguang. I haven't seen you before. Are you the new owner?"
Zheng Jicue looked to the side and faced a man with sparse hair opposite him. He was about the same age as Zheng Yuanzhou, but it was obvious that he was better at making money than Zheng Yuanzhou.
The other person was looking at him and seemed to be talking to him.
"Red maple?" After thinking for a while, the only thing in his mind was the bare courtyard. It was not like the large magnolia tree he had transplanted here, which would soon be in bloom.
"Yes, my yard is the most beautiful in this area in autumn." Feng Tianguang introduced his red maple yard in a very familiar manner.
"My last name is Zheng."
"It's Mr. Zheng, you're really young and promising. What are you doing here?"
Zheng Jijue said seriously, "Chasing stars."
Feng Tianguang was stunned, as if he hadn't expected this answer. "Who are you chasing?"
Cen Yuan walked towards this side again, and Zheng Jicue looked at him without saying anything.
His daughter had come to watch the filming, but she had to leave after just a few minutes, blushing. When he returned, he heard there was a new tenant in the area, a handsome man. He happened to be right across from the filming site, so Feng Tianguang, who had come to see if he was a good match for his daughter, saw his eyes glued to Cen Yuan and knew it was over.
She couldn't walk just by seeing Cen Yuan. She looked so unstraightened. What a waste of her wealth, looks, and figure!
Feng Tianguang was disappointed and reluctantly added Zheng Jicue as a friend, looking back every few steps.
Zheng Jicue had no idea what was going on. It was rare for Cen Yuan to shoot an outdoor scene, and he didn't even want to pay attention to anyone else.
We shot a few more takes, and Cen Yuan's performance was perfect.
Next is Cheng Zeyu’s solo performance, and Cen Yuan takes a break.
Everyone was focused on their own things. Cen Yuan did not go back to the two houses, but watched while drinking water in a place where the camera could not capture him.
Zheng Ji Jue hesitated for a few seconds and moved to Cen Yuan's side.
Wu Yong, played by Cheng Zeyu, stumbled back home in a daze, and stood at the door with a pale face, unable to step in. He suddenly fell to the ground, and snowflakes fell.
"Click, start over." Yu Xiushi stopped him before he started crying.
And then over and over again.
Zheng Jijue couldn't bear to watch it any longer. "His acting is terrible. Does your director have a problem with his taste? Why would he let him act like this?"
He complained to Cen Yuan in a low voice.
"Other investors, including the director, strongly pushed for him to play the role."
Zheng Ji Jue's poor taste is almost written on his face.
"His wife's surname is Tao." Cen Yuan explained to him.
"Tao Junling?" That's not right. His wife doesn't look like Tao Junling. "Tao Junling has better taste than his wife."
"It seems you know Mr. Tao."
"Hmm... not really an acquaintance." Zheng Jijue touched his nose, "She's a bit obsessed with looks."
Cen Yuan suddenly turned his head, scaring Zheng Jijue.
He could feel Cen Yuan's gaze wandering across his face, making Zheng Jijue's limbs stiffen, at a loss, afraid to even breathe. He swallowed nervously, blood rushing to his head, and his face began to heat uncontrollably.
The time spent under Cen Yuan's scrutiny was extremely long.
“She has good taste.”
Cen Yuan said to him with a smile.
Plop, plop.
His heartbeat was so loud that it felt like it was pressed against his chest. Cen Yuan blinked and took big gulps of water from the bottle.
It seems like I said something I shouldn't have said.
Cen Yuan took a step back, trying to distance himself from Zheng Ji Jue and talk about something else to divert Zheng Ji Jue's attention.
Zheng Ji Jue's attention followed him. Suddenly, he reached out and gently touched his eyelashes, but then quickly withdrew his hand as if he was burned.
"There was snow falling on it, and I was afraid it would get into your eyes and hurt you," he explained.
My heartbeat is no slower than before.
Cen Yuan covered his ears, feeling this conflicted for the first time. Normally, he and his brothers would just speak directly. The man before him, though seemingly cold and stern, was actually far too fragile compared to him and Xie Qi.
Cen Yuan wasn't sure how to treat him. After all, Zheng Jicue seemed to be at a loss as to where to go even if he just pointed at him.
But Zheng Ji Jue didn't even understand why he was like this.
I don't even like men.
Not understanding or liking it is actually the best thing.
No matter how you look at it, he's superfluous. It's all Xie Qi's fault. He knew he wasn't energetic enough, but he still let him go on a blind date.
Zheng Jijue didn't understand why Cen Yuan didn't say a word and just looked at the crew. He was filled with regret, wondering if he had done something wrong.
He twirled his fingertips. Shouldn't he take action?
How about he apologize? Would an apology be helpful?
Zheng Jijue was very flustered and didn't know what to do. He had rarely been exposed to proper interpersonal relationships since he was a child. When he was a child, whether it was his parents, teachers, or classmates, they all had a special liking for Zheng Xijue.
I am always the one being compared.
After going to college and having a falling out with his family, he began his life without any acquaintances, parents, or Zheng Xi.
Luo Ming is still his first friend in every sense of the word, all thanks to Luo Ming's thick skin and his reluctance to argue with him, plus he has some money.
In short, he rarely has experience of interacting with normal people.
"Thanks."
The mood, which had taken a sharp turn for the worse, rose again.
Cen Yuan was helpless.
If he doesn't say anything, this guy will be so upset that he will die.
Before he could even say sorry, Cen Yuan stopped him from saying thank you. He was so happy that he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth and turned around and said, "I have to go on a business trip tomorrow."
"There's a big project that I need to take a look at. It's the development direction that I discussed with you before."
"Before?"
"It was during our blind date. You told me you could make a short drama called Infinite Flow. I've read a lot of scripts, and it would be great if you could make a masterpiece like this."
I did say that. After all, a 200,000 yuan meal isn't free. Zheng Jijue told Cen Yuan at the time that the themes of short plays were too similar, and that a popular script could be filmed a dozen times. While profitable, it wasn't a breakthrough.
Without good innovation, it may suffer from market fatigue like a long drama.
At that time, Zheng Jijue also expressed his desire to invest in a big production for Cen Yuan.
Cen Yuan just smiled. "This kind of group portrait work, if you want to make it well, it costs a lot of money just to hire the actors. Making a movie or a long drama is very unprofitable unless you have big capital to take the lead. Making a short drama is fine. As long as it is well made, you can definitely make a lot of money."
Artists who are not doing well can try to make short dramas. It is very rude for someone like him who has plenty of resources to steal other people's jobs.
"Some big capitals are not pure at all." Zheng Jicue said disdainfully.
Of course, Cen Yuan could tell he was referring to Xie Qi. He didn't mention that he simply didn't have the energy to film anymore in the past two years. Neither he nor Xie Qi had really considered filming the movie Zheng Jijue had offered him money for. There was a huge fuss about competing for the role, as if he had to do it. In the end, it was Zheng Jijue's money that finally made him the one to do it.
The money is in place, it would be inappropriate not to shoot.
The money is in place, and it would be inappropriate if we don't go on a blind date.
It's the same person who's been scammed over and over again.
When Xie Qi is not doing serious work, there are always many unexpected things.
Zheng Ji Jue acted righteously for him, even though it was foolish. There were some things Cen Yuan hoped he wouldn't understand, but it was fine as it was now. That was all that mattered.
Just order. Zheng Jijue had also paid for Xie Qi's decision. If he ordered Xie Qi, he would definitely get a piece of meat.
When Cen Yuan finished work, he even wished Zheng Jijue a safe trip. This kept him in a good mood until the next day, when he was taken to the airport by Luo Ming's car without even seeing Cen Yuan.
This project is led by Jinyue Entertainment, which has invited many short drama actors who are currently popular, good-looking and have good acting skills.
Since this project has high requirements and will take longer than the previous short dramas, Luo Ming is worried and wants to follow the whole process. Zheng Jicue is the leader and one of the investors, so how could Luo Ming let him go? Zheng Jicue doesn't want to come because he thinks the time is too long.
Fly from north to south.
More than three hours.
When they came out of the airport at around 1:00 p.m., Luo Ming was extremely busy. He had been on the phone since he came out. His assistant was also constantly contacting people here. Only he was leisurely and seemed out of place with them. It seemed that he didn't really need Zheng Jicue. When the three of them were standing in the airport waiting area waiting for the car to pick them up, he was so bored that he started to look up travel guides.
He has always been the neglected one in the Zheng family. Family trips have never had anything to do with him, so he rarely travels far by plane. Travel is actually a very unfamiliar word to him.
Not counting the time when Zheng's family asked him to go abroad after he graduated from high school, after he met Luo Ming, he also flew several times in the past few years under his urging.
This is my first time coming this far south.
As soon as I got off the plane, I hadn’t even put on my down jacket when the warm climate of the south hit me.
I flew all the way here because it is winter now and only the south is still full of life.
Luo Ming was still trying to communicate with the person on the other end of the line, but soon he couldn't make out what they were saying. Behind them, a crowd of people emerged from nowhere, making as much noise as a busy vegetable market in the early morning.
Zheng Jicue looked back and saw a huge group of people coming towards them, many of them holding their cell phones high. The person in the middle was surrounded tightly and only walked a dozen meters in one minute.
After listening to the name carefully, I found out that he was an idol who debuted through a talent show this year.
Someone who looked like security pushed the crowd aside, and they quickly moved towards them, creating chaos. Zheng Jijue frowned and stepped aside. Luo Ming covered his other ear, glanced back, and followed Zheng Jijue's lead.
The group of people passed by them noisily. As soon as the little idol came out, he quickly jumped into the car under the guidance of the team, and the group left quickly.
The fans who were surprised to find that their idol had left screamed and wanted to chase after him. Luo Ming didn't take it too seriously at first and just moved aside a little. As a result, he was bumped by the fans who rushed out.
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