Chapter 92 I'll Take Care of the Young Master's Flattery
On Saturday, the ratings for "Love Reborn" reached a small peak as soon as it premiered.
Everyone knows this is the last episode, and the nine guests will definitely make a love confession in this episode.
After following them for so long, they also wanted to see if their favorite couple would have a happy ending.
At the beginning of the program, the production team gave a sentimental but useless opening statement.
Thank you all for your hard work over the years. Finally, let's do one last thing and have the guests work together to build tonight's confession stage.
Song Shiwei looked like she had eaten shit.
"Is the economy that bad right now? The production team is so poor that the guests have to act as architects themselves? What an exploitative capitalist!"
"You don't have to lift a finger, so keep your voice down. What if you start exploiting us?"
Chi Yanzhou pulled the person to the side, and then the director's voice rang out.
"Teacher Chi and Teacher Song, don't just sit there, stick these decorations back on."
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"The director looks like he's been involved in scams in Myanmar!"
Song Shiwei angrily held the glue and stuck it onto the plastic flowers, saying, "We're like screws in a factory, getting paid 50 cents for each screw."
"Don't flatter yourself, neither of us has any money."
While watching the tutorial provided by the director, Chi Yanzhou folded out an extremely ugly rose.
"Sigh, in every profession, people curse their mothers!"
"How am I supposed to fold this damn flower?!" Chi Yanzhou's fingers were practically cramping.
Song Shiwei gripped the glue tightly. Fortunately, she had the foresight to choose a relatively simple task.
Seeing Chi Yanzhou growing increasingly agitated, Song Shiwei patiently offered words of comfort that were utterly insincere.
"Relax and don't worry about it. Everything is difficult at the beginning, then difficult in the middle, and difficult at the end."
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Song Shiwei leaned over to watch the tutorial video; it was quite difficult, so complicated that she couldn't understand it at all.
"However, the roses that were finally folded were quite beautiful."
"You like it?"
Chi Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, and Song Shiwei nodded perfunctorily, as it was just a casual remark.
"It looks great. Keep it up! No pain, no gain."
Chi Yanzhou started folding paper seriously. She said she liked it. Was she implying that I should give her flowers?
Honestly, since that's the case, then this young master will reluctantly offer her this beautiful rose!
Several non-celebrity guests set up a stage by the sea. The production team had already prepared a space decorated with light white gauze.
The guests only need to add some details; the production team hopes that they can spark a romance during their collaboration.
The guitarist walked over carrying his broken guitar. "I'll play a song for everyone to give you some motivation."
He clearly didn't want to work, so no one else bothered with him.
But Song Shiwei refused.
When you are suffering, others should never enjoy it.
"Your stratum corneum is so thin, but your skin is so thick! You only fart for fun, but you'd have to see if you actually fart! Why learn a musical instrument? You should learn swordsmanship!"
"You may be ugly, but you certainly have a bright future! What wrong have we done to deserve your incantations?"
The guitarist stood there, looking embarrassed, unsure whether to play or not.
"What do you know?! This is art! I'm going to be a rising star in the music industry! This is your good fortune!"
"I'm quite convinced. I declare that you are a country of your own, but don't ruin the Chinese music scene. You've dragged it down by so many levels."
The guitar-playing man angrily carried his guitar into the house, but Song Shiwei stopped him.
"Where are you going? Trying to sneak away? No way! Stop babbling and get to work!"
The guitarist, whose thoughts had been exposed, avoided eye contact and argued back very loudly.
"No, that's not it! I'll go take the guitar inside!"
"It won't get lost if you leave it here."
"No way, this is a guitar worth two hundred thousand!"
Song Shiwei stared in astonishment at the broken guitar. This thing? The sound it produced was like a tsunami. Two hundred thousand?
This idiot must have been scammed!
"Your guitar is only worth a few thousand yuan. The guitar that costs 200,000 yuan is custom-made, and everything from the exterior materials to the strings is professional-grade."
The sound can't possibly be like sawing wood. Don't flatter yourself; you simply can't afford it.
Chi Yanzhou grabbed a bunch of origami and threw them all into the guitarist's arms. His arrogant gaze seemed disdainful to the guitarist, which immediately enraged him.
"What do you know?! You can't even play!"
Chi Yanzhou smiled gently, "Although I'm not a professional, I recently gave my little niece a guitar, which is worlds apart from yours."
Chi Yanzhou reached out and took the guitar from the other person, tried tuning it, and placed his slender fingers on the strings.
He lowered his head, the light of the setting sun illuminating his profile and outlining his high, straight nose, making him look like a delicate statue.
The melodious sound of a guitar filled the air, blending perfectly with the sound of waves crashing on the beach. On this evening, everything was so harmonious.
The guests who were busy nearby also stopped and gathered around to watch Chi Yanzhou perform.
Chi Yanzhou played a song for everyone only, and when the last note ended, he disdainfully tossed the guitar to the man.
“I take back what I just said. Your guitar only costs a few hundred yuan, and the pitch is terrible.”
The guitarist stared blankly; the other person's casual playing was far better than his.
"Wow! Young Master is mighty, I've seen it all. He's ruthless, doesn't talk much, and is incredibly handsome! Which window did Heaven close for you? Was it the chat window with me?"
Song Shiwei promptly offered compliments, fanning her young master with a small piece of paper.
"There are five kinds of beans in this world: red beans, mung beans, soybeans, peas, and my own extraordinary talent."
"If you'd like to hear it again, young master can play a Chopin piece for you. I've even dabbled in the suona; I can play it for both funerals and weddings."
"That's amazing! There are five kinds of fields in this world: magnetic field, coal mine, fishing ground, sand field, and now, young master, your dazzling appearance!"
"Follow the young master, and you'll never lack friends! Hang out with the young master, and you'll eat nine meals a day!"
Song Shiwei was incredibly good at flattering, and she managed to get her young master to do her work as well.
The guitarist had no choice but to extend his noble hands and start working.
He sidled up to the executive and asked in a cheeky tone, "Hey bro, who are you planning to confess to tonight?"
The male executive smiled gently. He had recently taken advice from netizens and started working out, which made him look better and more upright and strong.
The guitarist next to him looked like a eunuch carrying his shoes.
"I've been doing this for so long, you should be able to guess what's going on."
"Ugh, this is so boring!"
The guitar-playing guy crossed his arms and slacked off, glancing at the girls on the other side.
"The girls the production team found aren't perfect. It would be great if they could combine their strengths."
The male executive grinned, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "No one is perfect. These women are already very outstanding. We also need to know our own limitations."
The guitarist didn't look too good. He put his hands in his pockets and wandered off to other places, already imagining who he should confess to tonight. Who should he reject?
"I wonder how many couples will make it tonight?" Song Shiwei started gossiping.
Chi Yanzhou placed the ugly flower he had painstakingly folded in front of Song Shiwei, his eyes deep and his tone meaningful.
"I don't know, but I hope that at least they'll become a couple."
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