Chapter 93 The Rain Never Stops



Song Yaoyang didn't finish his sentence, but he should be an extremely annoying character with a spoiled rich girl attitude, yet he's penniless.

Xia Baozhu only heard the words "young lady" and felt that she could play this role naturally.

"How much?" If the price is right, she can give it a try.

"three hundred."

"I don't have time."

Xia Baozhu's excited gaze immediately vanished, and she leaned back in her seat, looking completely uninterested.

"You think the pay is too low? This role is very simple, just a few shots. Besides, three hundred yuan is a month's salary for an average crew member."

Song Yaoyang, with his ruggedly handsome face, spoke in a manipulative manner, drawing Xia Baozhu's gaze to his face.

She strongly suspected that Song Yaoyang's body had also been pierced.

"What's wrong?" Song Yaoyang asked, driving with one hand and touching his face with the other.

"Your hairstyle looks good, is it new?"

Song Yaoyang was a wealthy man after all, and Xia Baozhu wanted to avoid offending him if possible. She didn't want to provoke another troublesome person because of her impulsive words.

Avoid making enemies.

"You have a good eye," Song Yaoyang said with a smile in his eyes. "If you act well, how about I invest in opening a shop for you in Mingcheng?"

Opening a shop is a good idea. Although it doesn't bring in as much money as being a model, it's more stable and long-term, and you can easily earn tens of thousands of yuan a year.

Xia Baozhu was so attracted by Song Yaoyang's investment that she almost forgot about Chen Shanlou, that annoying fellow.

"Is it possible to open one in Tongcheng?"

Tongcheng is right next to Taicheng, and when the roads are in good condition, it only takes an hour to get there.

Xia Baozhu plans to save some more money to buy a motorcycle to improve her mobility.

“Mingcheng is developing better; there are more people here, and more wealthy people.”

Song Yaoyang wanted to tap Xia Baozhu on the head and ask if her brain was home.

He recalled the time he had approached Xia Baozhu to invest but failed; she had stubbornly refused to accept his proposal.

She made a mistake at a crucial moment and regretted it afterwards. Didn't she ever consider whether that opportunity was still waiting for her? It's a classic case of clinging to outdated ideas.

“I have an enemy here.”

Xia Baozhu's explanation made Song Yaoyang's expression soften. He said that she wasn't particularly stupid, so how could she not understand the ins and outs?

"Then why did you still dare to come here?" Song Yaoyang teased. He didn't believe anyone could have connections and influence in Mingcheng.

"Your company is offering a good price; it's worth the risk."

Song Yaoyang suggested treating Xia Baozhu to dinner, and looking out at the raging wind and rain, Xia Baozhu agreed.

She'd be going out for dinner anyway if we went back to the hotel, so we might as well eat together.

Song Yaoyang didn't drive too far, and found a well-established restaurant in Mingcheng nearby.

Xia Baozhu opened the car door. There was a layer of water about seven or eight centimeters deep on the ground. This spot was still relatively shallow. In other places, the road surface was no longer visible, and the water was very murky.

Xia Baozhu regretted her decision to save time and effort, thinking it would be better to buy some fast food and eat it back at the hotel.

She tiptoed, like a ballerina holding an umbrella, carefully wading through the water to the hotel entrance.

Song Yaoyang was already waiting there, watching Xia Baozhu walk with a smirk on his face.

"Your duck walk was pretty good just now."

"Then you probably haven't seen Swan Lake."

"You mean you walk like a swan?"

"Yes." Xia Baozhu folded her umbrella and walked into the shop.

She had no more romantic feelings for Song Yaoyang. That night, he ran like a leopard, stylishly killing more than a dozen of his opponents. She thought he was an extremely tough warrior.

Through several encounters, she concluded that this man had an extremely immature and childish side, such as now, when he inexplicably mocked her gait.

It reminded her of the boy in elementary school who liked to pull her hair.

Xia Baozhu ordered two dishes she liked, leaving the rest to Song Yaoyang to choose freely.

When are you going to film?

"You can do it once you finish your work here."

"So urgent?"

"Yes, you've made it just in time."

Where to?

"It's in Mingcheng."

After finishing their meal, the two stood at the shop entrance, watching the torrential rain outside.

"This rain will last for a few more days," Song Yaoyang said, opening his umbrella.

The ground had become a vast expanse of water, and the yellow soil, washed in from elsewhere by the rain, had turned the water yellow.

The car wheels were submerged to a depth of more than ten centimeters.

Xia Baozhu took a deep breath and was about to step into the water.

Song Yaoyang grabbed her arm: "I'll carry you across."

Xia Baozhu turned her head and stared at him with wide eyes in surprise: "You're so kind?"

Seeing her expression, Song Yaoyang felt he shouldn't have felt sorry for such a blockhead. He let go of her hand and chuckled, "Fine, you can go over there yourself."

Xia Baozhu stepped into the muddy water, which was up to her ankles and felt cool.

Song Yaoyang looked at this woman who didn't know how to use her own advantages and insisted on suffering, and walked step by step to the car door.

He wanted to tease her and let her walk back by herself, but he was afraid of really pissing her off.

The moment Song Yaoyang stepped into the water, he realized that treating everyone today was a mistake.

Halfway through the journey, a fallen tree blocked our path.

"The tree has fallen, so we need to take a detour."

Xia Baozhu said, "We don't need to take a detour, we can just pull the tree to one side."

Then she looked at Song Yaoyang, meaning, "You go."

The trunk is 20 centimeters in diameter, but with its lush foliage and rainwater, it weighs at least three or four tons.

Song Yaoyang shook his head: "I can't pull it by myself."

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