Make some money
Wen Jin suspected that they were from the Fu family, but had no way to verify it, so he quickly found time to send a message to Shen Kangquan.
Shen Kangquan was stunned when he received the news.
Isn't he a little singer and actor?
If she is the son or daughter of the Fu family, she is so rich, wouldn't it be easy for her to bring money into the group? Why would she come to this crappy show of mine?
He quickly went to Weibo to verify the information.
Although Shen Kangquan was nearly fifty years old, he was also a person who had been on the front line of surfing. He went directly to the Weibo of Fu Sishao, flipped through it, and really found Fu Shutao's name!
Looking back at the video that was previously trending, it was clearly Fu Shutao’s figure.
She is really the sister that Fourth Master Fu has acknowledged...
However, it is hard to confirm whether this sister is a cousin or a biological sister.
Seeing Wen Jin sending another message for verification, Shen Kangquan comforted him with shaking hands: [It is indeed related to the Fourth Young Master Fu, but no one has specifically said hello. We will just let them do what they want as before. There is no need to disclose their identities to avoid difficulties among the guests. ]
When Wen Jin saw that the chief director was so calm, the pressure was suddenly reduced a lot.
That’s right!
The brother and sister went to buy roasted sweet potatoes last night and had beef noodles this morning. The villa they live in is a bit old, and there is no one to take care of it. They are probably from a side branch.
He glanced at the two people who were performing to make money on the field, and became more certain of his guess.
Fu Sui'an, who had no idea that his identity was almost exposed, sang three songs in a row. Many people around him were attracted to him, but they were all about the same age as Grandpa Sun and just came to watch the fun.
Seeing the two kids performing so hard without even shouting, Grandpa Sun, who knew they were performing to make money, couldn't help it. He took off the black baseball cap on his bald head and put it in front of them, at least looking like he was asking for money.
Grandpa Sun thought about it, but still felt that it was not enough, so he reached into his pocket again, found the two yuan change he had received from breakfast in the morning, and stuffed it into his hat.
Then he shouted to the people next to him, "These two kids are filming a TV program. They are singing and dancing with swords, just to make a little money."
When he said that, everyone immediately understood. They looked at the program crew not far away and saw that they were indeed carrying cameras.
Your uncle is still your uncle!
Fu Shutao also suddenly realized at this moment, and asked why no one invested money. It turned out that the performance was not staged.
"Third brother, give me the microphone."
She put away her sword, took the microphone from Fu Sui'an, and said with a smile: "Thank you uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters for watching our performance. If you have money, please donate, one or two dollars, thirty or five cents will do. If you don't have money, please donate. Thank you all!"
People who live in this area are not short of money at home and they still have some change on them. Besides, the two children really worked hard, spoke nicely and didn't make things difficult for others, so they followed Grandpa Sun's example and gave them one or two yuan as a token of their appreciation.
When Fu Shutao saw that there was money, he became even more excited and took out all the tricks in the temple. This set of sword techniques is not very practical but very ornamental, but it is difficult to practice. There are only two people in the temple who have learned it in their generation, and Fu Shutao is one of them.
The sword rises, the skirt flutters, and she looks as graceful as a fairy. If the one practicing sword just now was a knight, now she is really a fairy.
[Oh my God! Isn’t this better than the swordplay in many TV dramas! ]
[Who is this young lady? ]
[A person wrote in blood, begging the young lady to act in a martial arts drama, or a fairy tale drama is also fine! ]
[right! Please save the embarrassing martial arts scenes in domestic entertainment. ]
[The one in front...you don't know who she is and how did she get into the live broadcast room? ]
[I found it in the same city! ]
[I am also from the same city, why can’t I send gifts? ]
[They don’t want gifts, you can give them small hearts. ]
The live broadcast room is getting more and more lively, and Wen Jin is getting more and more excited. This is bound to be a hit!
He looked at Fu Shutao at this moment and couldn't remember anything about establishing a character. Besides, even if you set up a character, sword skills cannot be mastered overnight.
It would be unreasonable for someone like her to not be popular if she is so talented, beautiful and smart!
On the other hand, Fu Sui'an was not very good at shouting, so he could only hold up the microphone and express his thanks from time to time. Anyway, his attitude was sincere.
Others couldn't see it, but Kong Ling, who came hurriedly, could see it.
She stood quietly not far away, listening carefully to song after song, before she mustered up the courage to stand up and put 100 yuan into her hat.
"Thank you." Fu Sui'an thanked her first, and when he looked down, he realized that she had put in 100 yuan. He quickly moved the microphone away and whispered, "You don't have to give so much money. If you don't have change, it doesn't matter if you don't give it."
Kong Ling looked at him with sparkling eyes filled with excitement and love, "Fu Sui'an, I'm your fan! If the production team hadn't said we couldn't give you more than 100, I would have given you a little more."
Fu Sui'an was startled, nodded, and said calmly, "Thank you."
Kong Ling had been pursuing him for many years and knew that he was always this cool, so she didn't feel cold. She turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly heard him say another sentence.
“I am very happy.”
Kong Ling opened her eyes wide in shock and stammered, "Wha...what..."
Fu Sui'an's ears turned red. He was not good at expressing himself so directly, but he still took a deep breath secretly and tried to say: "I am really happy that you like me."
Kong Ling was both moved and emotional.
Almost cried with joy.
The Fu Sui'an that she liked always looked cool, but after listening to his songs more often, she realized that he was fragile and closed inside.
But today, he suddenly had a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds, and he seemed to be trying to open his heart.
Kong Ling blinked and suppressed the tears in her eyes.
I'm meeting my idol today, so my makeup must not be ruined!
After a moment, she plucked up the courage to ask, "Are you in love? Then can you write love songs?"
As a singer, how can I not have a single love song?
Fu Sui'an: "..."
I'm confessing my feelings, and you're urging me to write a song? ? ?
What a good fan!
He thought with gritted teeth.
He replied coldly: "No discussion. No way."
Kong Ling glanced at his red ears and smiled, "Okay, okay, write what you like."
"But you can order a song." Fu Sui'an emphasized: "For the sake of 100 yuan."
Kong Ling was pleasantly surprised and said without hesitation: "A Smile in the World!"
Fu Sui'an was slightly stunned. This was the first song he released. He slowly raised the corners of his lips and began to look for the accompaniment: "Okay."
Kong Ling stopped disturbing her and skipped back to her original viewing seat, listening to the song with her hands on her hips.
Why do you put your hands on your hips?
I am proud because I contributed money!
Fu Sui'an found the accompaniment of "A Smile in the Red Dust" and started singing, but in his mind he was thinking about Kong Ling's surprised and moved expression just now, and thought: Taotao is right! Some things are better expressed than kept inside.
*
The two spent more than an hour in the park and finished at 11 o'clock because Grandpa Sun wanted to go home for lunch.
Fu Shutao sorted out the money and unexpectedly, there were 374 yuan!
She took out 20 yuan and stuffed it into Grandpa Sun's arms, "Grandpa, take this 20 yuan. You didn't sing well today."
"I don't want it, I don't want it." Grandpa Sun quickly refused, "You guys have spent so much effort, how can I take your money? It's not easy, go buy some water yourself."
When Fu Shutao wanted to give it to him again, Grandpa Sun quickly ran away pushing his speaker, as fast as a rabbit being chased by a fox.
Fu Sui'an smiled and said, "Keep it. You have good intentions."
Fu Shutao nodded with a smile, "We had a good harvest this morning!"
Soon, the number of hearts in the live broadcast room came out. A total of more than 2,900 people sent free little hearts, each of which can be withdrawn for 0.01 yuan. For the convenience of statistics, Wen Jin directly gave them 30 yuan.
"374 plus 30, we made a total of 404 yuan today! Adding the 200 yuan the director team gave us before, we now have 604 yuan." Fu Sui'an is still the one who manages the money and does the accounting.
Fu Shutao smiled and said, "Then we don't have to worry. We can just go have lunch and then take a taxi to the beach villa!"
Fu Sui'an was very familiar with the area, so he took her to a small restaurant and ordered three dishes and a soup. The portions were very generous and the price was cheap, so the total cost was 90 yuan.
He turned to Wen Jin and the others and said, "Keep the live camera fixed here and have lunch first. We still have a lot of time in the afternoon."
The staff of the program crew were all stunned. They had eaten breakfast early and ate some compressed biscuits because they were hungry. It would be difficult for them to last until 4 pm. But the filming cannot be paused, in case it is too late...
Fu Sui'an could see their hesitation, so he reassured them, "We're not in a hurry. The car we arranged will arrive at 12:20. You can eat slowly."
Wen Jin was the director of this group. Seeing this, he nodded and said, "Let's eat here."
So, while other groups of staff were hurriedly following the guests to catch the high-speed train/subway/bus, the group of staff following the Fu brothers and sisters were particularly leisurely and even had a hot stir-fried meal at noon.
This feeling is so good!
What’s even better is that when Fu Shutao and his companions arrived at the beach villa, the other groups had not arrived yet!
They were the first group to arrive, and it was not yet 3:30.
This is a big villa. The sea is not far behind the villa, and the wind carries the scent of the ocean.
Fu Shutao looked out at the ocean and felt very happy. This was the first time she saw the ocean.
She wanted to go out for a walk, but the production crew said they had to wait in the living room until everyone was present, so she sat down obediently.
After entering the villa, the live broadcast camera on Wen Jin's side had been turned off, and the camera of the villa's living room was directly turned on.
Soon, the second group of guests arrived.
The two of them quickly stood up and greeted each other.
"Hello, my name is Yao Lixuan, and this is my daughter Yao Peixing, you can call her Xingxing." Yao Lixuan is a host, speaking fast but very clearly. His daughter is about eleven or twelve years old, looking a little shy, hiding behind him and smiling at the two of them.
Fu Shutao smiled and waved, "Hello, Xingxing. I'm Taotao."
"Sister Taotao." Yao Peixing relaxed a little. This sister looked really good when she smiled. Unlike that white-haired brother, he never smiled and looked arrogant.
Fu Sui'an didn't know that the children disliked him and had already turned to the third group of guests coming in. Fu Shutao acted as a mascot, following Fu Sui'an to greet and call people.
The third group to arrive was a brother and sister, Jiang Baiyun and Jiang Xuefeng.
"Hey, we're not late, are we?"
"It was so unlucky. The bus broke down halfway, so we had to rush to get there on a shared electric bike."
Another round of greetings.
Anyway, we don’t know each other.
Speaking of bad luck, the fourth group that was late for half an hour was the real unlucky one. They were a mother and son - actors Song Qianyu and Song Xun.
As soon as Song Xun entered the room, he bowed and apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late."
He said helplessly, "We got off the high-speed train and took a ride. The passenger in the passenger seat insisted that the driver take a detour, and the driver got angry and started arguing with him. As a result, the car crashed into the guardrail on the side of the road. No one was injured, but my mother and I were scared. We wanted to leave, but the driver said we had to wait for the traffic police to come and testify for him. It took more than an hour to get a taxi to the villa."
That's really unfortunate.
Fu Shutao raised her eyes and glanced at him.
But Song Xun looked over and smiled at her friendlyly. Then he shifted his gaze to Fu Sui'an, nodded, and then moved to Yao Lixuan.
He was greeting everyone.
Fu Shutao frowned slightly.
Is it an illusion?
There seemed to be a flash of malice in the crowd just now.
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