Chapter 73 Xia Mian was very satisfied with the other party's ability to grasp the key points.
The van sped away, leaving only withered leaves swept up by the wind and scattered haphazardly along the roadside.
Liu Yicheng glanced at Zhou Ting, feeling that he had ruined his plans. Not wanting to cause a scene, he didn't say anything, but cupped his hands and left.
Zhou Ting didn't want to pay attention to him and turned back to Xia Mingzhao.
Xia Mingzhao asked with concern, "Why did Mianmian walk away by herself?"
"An assistant is here to pick you up."
"Oh, that's a pity. I was hoping to chat with him."
"As long as Liu Er didn't take you away," Zhou Ting opened the passenger door. "Get in, it's late, I'll take you home."
Xia Mingzhao got into the car, still smiling. When facing Zhou Ting, he was always like a pure and ethereal jasmine flower: "Hmm. Ting, you're so kind, willing to care about my family for my sake."
Zhou Ting didn't say anything, released the handbrake, and slowly drove out of the parking lot.
The next day, Xia Mian was lying on the bed drooling when the sound of the production crew knocking on the door jolted her awake like a zombie.
Last night, the director instructed that knocking on the door meant starting filming, so Xia Mian quickly took off her thermal underwear and coral fleece pajamas, changed into loose loungewear, and ran to open the door.
To enhance the show's appeal, an observation panel was set up, comprised of renowned hosts from Beijing TV, psychology teachers, stand-up comedians, and others, all dedicated to providing insightful interpretations of the guests' actions.
Seeing his hairstyle, the observer almost burst out laughing: "The marks from styling his hair are so obvious. It's obvious he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get it up, so he did it last night. He's really concerned about his image."
The cameraman followed Xia Mian into the house and gave a close-up shot of her pajamas and thermal underwear that she had just taken off and hadn't had time to throw into the laundry basket.
The observer recalled a recent viral meme: "Wang Ma was lying on the sofa when the domineering CEO took off her fleece pajamas, thermal underwear, and wool socks, and a crackling sound of static electricity filled the room..."
The observation room erupted in laughter.
Xia Mian was leading the way and didn't notice the cameraman's subtle actions. He went to the island counter, got a cup of coffee, opened the parasol, sat on the bay window, and drank his coffee while looking at the scenery outside.
Observer A: "What does it mean to open a sun umbrella?"
Observer B rolled his eyes at him: "Sunscreen. Ultraviolet rays accelerate skin aging."
Observer C: "Wang Ma is truly an extremely meticulous and image-conscious woman."
Observer B: "Wait, why isn't the screen moving? Has the signal been interrupted?"
After finishing her coffee, the signal seemed to be under attack. Xia Mian sat motionless under the parasol, clutching her coffee cup, like a damp little mushroom.
Nearly twenty minutes later, he finally got up and threw the cup into the dishwasher.
The observer suddenly realized—he had been spacing out just now!
After her daze subsided, Xia Mian slowly walked into the guest room. The bed had been moved, and a whole mirror had been pasted on the wall, turning it into a dance studio and gym.
He set up his phone and started a live stream. As soon as the music started, he seemed like a completely different person; not only were his movements no longer slow, but his eyes also shone brightly.
“Cold start successful,” Xia Mian muttered to herself in front of her phone camera. “What should I name the live stream?”
Observer A: "Hilarious! So drinking coffee and sitting under an umbrella pretending to be a mushroom is called a cold start? What is a hot start then?"
Observer B: "Maybe his manager just dragged him out of bed. I remember his last live stream was called 'Laid-off Idol Re-employment,' what name will he give his live stream this time?"
The observers speculated, and soon, Xia Mian typed three words into the input box: twice-cooked pork.
Observer A: "...Oh, he's successfully re-employed and turned into a leftover."
Observer B: "What the hell is this twice-cooked pork? Hahahaha..."
Xia Mian finally ended the live stream after dancing for more than three hours, until the observers had nothing left to discuss and turned to other guests.
Covered in sweat, he took a shower—the process couldn't be shown to the audience. After showering, he was hungry, so he grabbed his car keys and headed straight for the garage.
Because dance practice was so tedious, the PD filming him was already dozing off. Seeing him make a move, he quickly called his team, who grabbed the camera and chased after him. The group squeezed into his Continental coupe and soon entered a Wagyu beef restaurant.
The show "Little Days" focuses on real filming. The production team did not contact the venue in advance to clear the area. There were many people in the store. When they saw a group of people carrying equipment, they knew that celebrities and internet celebrities had arrived, so they all stood up to watch the excitement.
Xia Mian felt a little awkward being watched while she ate, so she asked the waiter, "Do you have any private rooms available?"
"Sir," the staff member, wary of the security cameras and unwilling to overcharge, told the truth, "but our private rooms have a minimum charge of 18,888 yuan. If you are dining alone, it's not very cost-effective."
Xia Mian took the menu and glanced at it: "That should be enough. Open it for me. I want a platter of M5, M7, and M9 meat. For vegetables, just give me two kinds of mushrooms and two kinds of vegetables. And two French blue lobsters, one grilled and one in typhoon shelter style..."
The clerk quickly interrupted him: "I'm sorry, sir, all our ingredients are freshly air-freighted. We only delivered one blue lobster for lunch today, but we'll have more for dinner."
Blue lobsters are rare and cost more than ten times as much as regular lobsters. Most lunchtime customers are eating work lunches and won't order expensive ingredients, so these rarer items are sold in the evening.
"There's only one..." Xia Mian hesitated for a long time about how to eat it, but fortunately the lobster was quite large, so they finally agreed to cook it in two ways for an extra processing fee.
"Do you have white truffles?" Xia Mian asked again.
Yes, how much would you like?
"I don't know, let's grill it while we're eating, and then we'll talk about it after we've had our fill."
White truffles are expensive, and peeling them is like peeling gold. The waiters are very careful, pausing after each slice, afraid that the customers will complain that they are peeling too fast and that they will spend more money.
But Xia Mian loves mushrooms and wouldn't stop eating them. By the end, the waiter was sweating profusely down his neck.
The observer was drawn back by Xia Mian's extravagant personality and couldn't help but click his tongue. For lunch, Xia Mian ate a whole and a half white truffles, plus other dishes, spending nearly 100,000 yuan.
This is without having consumed alcohol.
If you drink some alcohol, the price will probably double.
After paying the bill, Xia Mian passed by a figurine shop and, feeling a strong urge to buy, went in for a look. Long Xi had an entire villa that could be used as a walk-in closet, with many display cases for figurines. He decided to buy a few, browsing as he walked, while the shop assistants followed behind him, constantly packing up his purchases—he bought too many and couldn't carry them all back by himself, so the shop had to deliver them.
White truffles have a price, but figurines are priceless. Summer Sleep almost emptied the shop. Fearing a negative influence on teenagers, the PD didn't even dare film the signing of the bills.
However, a seasoned rubber enthusiast in the observation group made a rough estimate that this expenditure was more than a million.
Next, Xia Mian bought two bottles of aromatherapy and a box of blind boxes, which made all her previous spending seem insignificant.
Observer A was speechless: "Life during summer hibernation... is so fulfilling."
Observer B: "Drinking coffee, spacing out, dancing, spending money, spending money, spending money, spending money..."
The two looked at each other, their small eyes filled with confusion—so, where did Xia Mian get so much money?
Similar to the promotional method of "Infinite", after the first day of filming, the production team edited the highlights of the day into a trailer and posted it on the official account as promotional material.
With its novel subject matter and strong cast, "Little Days" has garnered widespread attention since its pre-release promotion, with fans eagerly waiting to watch the video.
Then, the observer raised the same question: Isn't Xia Mian from an extremely poor family? His agent personally confirmed it. Where did he get so much money to squander?
A minor actor with no representative works easily spent over a million yuan. Is the new company creating a persona for him again?
Xia Mian hadn't checked Weibo. After politely seeing the camera crew off, he went to the storage room and got a Winnie the Pooh pajama set. Afraid of being criticized for showing off his wealth, he didn't dare open the door during filming.
After changing his clothes, he became limp and spongy, just like the adorable Winnie the Pooh. He lay on the carpet, grabbed his phone, and sent a message to the ATM.
He found himself frequently seeking out Zhou Pingchuan lately, probably because the latter had spent so much money on him, and he didn't want to ruin their relationship.
Summer: [Guess who I saw in the new variety show I've taken on?]
ATM: [You've taken on a new variety show?]
Xia Mian was very satisfied with the other person's ability to grasp the key points, and her tone even became cheerful: "[The second son of the Liu family. He's with a guy, quite handsome, I don't know what he sees in him. And that guy is obsessed with her, he thinks everyone else is trying to steal her husband.]"
Xia Mian kept talking nonstop, but Zhou Pingchuan's mind was filled with the look in Liu Er's eyes when he looked at Xia Mian at the banquet that day.
Like a greedy venomous snake.
Zhou Pingchuan called Yu Heng over: "Pay close attention to Mr. Xia recently."
Yu Heng asked, "To what extent?"
Zhou Pingchuan stroked his antler staff without replying.
"Oh, I understand. From now on, Mr. Xia will have to report to the boss even if he eats a single grain of rice." Yu Heng left the office and immediately sent someone to handle the matter.
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