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Chapter 87 Look, it’s urgent

Mr. Liu is the chairman of Wushuang Film and Television, and his full name is Liu Shuangcheng.

The chairman's resume is very legendary. He joined the army when he was young and was not yet 18 years old. After demobilization, he joined a publishing house as a photojournalist. When the wave of going into business came, he left the unit and became an advertising manager in an emerging cultural company. Then, with the support of the company, Liu Shuangcheng went abroad for further studies, and when he came back, he acquired his old employer with a large amount of investment he had attracted from outside.

Since then, the old company was renamed Wushuang Culture, and Liu Shuangcheng began filming TV series and officially entered the entertainment industry.

At first, the company was not large, and the domestic film and television industry had just started. Movies required too much investment, and once a small company failed, it would be difficult to recover. However, it was different for making TV series. The investment was not as much as for movies, but as long as the quality was good and the relationships were in place, it would at least not be easy to lose money.

Liu Shuangcheng was responsible for the production and supervision of the production. He personally selected everything from the script to the director and the entire crew structure. He was not the kind of boss who just let things go. He devoted himself to every show. With such efforts, plus his background of studying abroad, Wushuang Films attracted many coal bosses after one or two good shows.

Meng Yunda rubbed his nose and said in a faint voice:

"Boss Zhao, if you go back and ask, you will know that I joined the Southern Sichuan TV Station in the 1990s. Boss Liu only opened Wushuang in the late 1990s. At that time, Wushuang Film and Television was still called Wushuang Culture."

"When Wushuang started, Liu Shuangcheng went from station to station, negotiating copyrights with each provincial station one by one. It was different back then. There were no video platforms to sell to, and there was no concept of product placement in dramas. If you wanted to make money by making dramas, you could only sell copyrights to TV stations. I met him decades ago."

"Although Wushuang is no longer filming dramas, our Southern Sichuan TV station's voice is not limited to variety shows and TV dramas."

"I believe that even if Mr. Liu came to talk to me now, he would not be as brazen as you and start by saying 'I hope Zhong Xiaoyun can get off the car now' or 'I hope everyone can be more honest'."

"In the final analysis, it doesn't matter whether Zhong Xiaoyun is from Wushuang or not. When our station signed the contract with him, his agency was not Wushuang Films. From the contract point of view, we have no relationship with each other, and you have no right to say this."

"What if his company is owned by Wushuang?"

"Does Director Liu dare to come and tell me clearly that Zhong Xiaoyun's exposure will have a great impact on Wushuang? Or does he dare to say that Wushuang is behind Zhong Xiaoyun?"

"Don't be so ridiculous. If what you do privately can make money and can be shown on the surface, wouldn't Wushuang Films' financial report show it?"

On the other end of the phone.

Wushuang Films, in the office of the general manager of the marketing department.

Zhao Mingtao sat alone in his office chair, his face looking terribly gloomy.

His hands tightly grasped the heavy glass ashtray on the table and he wanted to hit someone at random, but he had kicked everyone out of the office before making the call. Even the secretary and assistant were sent to the office lobby. Now there was no one for him to vent his anger on.

Meng Yunda is really awesome.

Starting from a small reporter and host, he gradually became the director of the Southern Sichuan Provincial TV Station. The connections, abilities, and qualifications behind this are all indispensable. As the general manager of the marketing department of Wushuang Films, he is a huge golden thigh in front of any artist, but compared with Meng Yunda, he is really not good enough.

Zhao Mingtao knew this before making the call, but he thought that the other party would at least be polite to him because Liu Shuangcheng was his uncle.

I didn't expect this person to be so stubborn... He didn't even bother to give any face when he spoke!
Zhao Mingtao looks good. He is in his thirties and has maintained a good figure. He wears gold-rimmed glasses and has neatly stood hair. As long as he doesn't act crazy, anyone who sees him will say that he is a young talent.

But now he took off his glasses and threw them on the table, his tie was pulled loosely, his jaw was tense, his eyes were red as if he had some kind of illness, his chest was heaving with anger, but he couldn't even let the person on the other end of the phone hear his heavy breathing.

After a while, Zhao Mingtao took out a snuff bottle from the drawer, put it to his nose and took a deep breath for two seconds before he finally calmed down.

He took a few deep breaths and said:

"Meng Tai, it's my attitude that's the problem. I'm sorry."

"I think you should know that I am behind Zhong Xiaoyun. I can help him with the filming of the drama, and he can also help me with some things. In fact, my family has invested in his agency. If he continues to say something today, I don't know how big the impact will be."

"Is this okay? He doesn't have to get out of the car. I just ask you to inform him now that the live broadcast is still going on, so he knows what to say and what not to say."

"What he just said about Song Mengran...has already caused a very bad impact. Jing Shouye is a director signed by Wushuang and also has shares in the company. It's okay that Song Mengran is now exposed as his mistress, but Song Mengran's position, in a sense, represents Jing Shouye's position."

"You have planned many popular programs on Sichuan Southern TV over the years. With your market sensitivity, you should be able to understand our difficulties, right?"

"Liu Shuangcheng is indeed my uncle. He is currently on vacation in Europe and is unaware of what is happening in China... I am in this position because of my family, so if something happens to my people and affects the company, they will definitely be punished."

"Meng Tai, now that this matter is resolved, I will consider it as a favor to you. If you need me for anything in the future, just let me know. I will definitely do my best."

"This is just a piece of cake for you, don't you think it's okay?"

Zhao Mingtao has already taken a very humble attitude. If his subordinates saw this, they would definitely be shocked.

This is so rare.

As soon as he entered the company, he was parachuted in as a team leader. His superiors at the time also knew that he was a person with strong connections, so they did not dare to make things difficult for him. When discussing any project, no matter whether it was Party A or Party B, they all knew that Zhao Mingtao had strong connections and could not do anything to him.

This was the first time in his career that he had ever encountered such a situation.

However, Meng Yunda didn't buy it at all - did Zhao Mingtao's humble attitude have anything to do with him? After he became the director, who wouldn't speak to him politely?

If his attitude was really good, what was he doing before? He was so arrogant even when he needed help. It seems that this general manager of the marketing department doesn't know how to behave. He probably put all his extra points into his reincarnation skills.

"Look, Mr. Zhao, why are you so anxious again?"

"There's a typhoon passing through Changshan. The thunderstorm is severe and the signal is not very good. I'm still outside. I'll hang up first. If you have any questions, please contact my assistant, or directly contact the producer and director of Love Star."

Meng Yunda spoke gently:
"If it's really urgent, you can ask Director Liu to call me. The time difference in Europe is six hours, and it's afternoon in China now. He should not be asleep, right?"

"Chat back."

pat.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yunda skillfully blocked the number and threw it on the seat next to him. Then he leaned comfortably in the back seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

The driver looked at the leader in the rearview mirror, thought for a moment, and said cautiously:

"Meng Tai, can President Xia and Director Li withstand the pressure?"

"Don't blame me for being nosy... When I was waiting for you outside, I heard a lot of employees in the hall talking about how Lianxing had two scandals this time. Song Mengran seemed to be an artist under another company. She and Zhong Xiaoyun were the female lead and male supporting actor in the same crew. If they both turned over, the crew would be in big trouble."

Meng Yunda has the qualifications to scold Zhao Mingtao, but what about others?
It is true that the Sichuan Southern Provincial TV Station is awesome, but not every staff member of the Sichuan Southern TV Station is awesome. It is the brand that is awesome, not just one person. If Meng Yunda was not the director, he certainly would not dare to say that.

"Oh, now I remember, you were introduced by Xiao Xia. You are his friend, right?"

Meng Yunda didn't even open his eyelids, he closed his eyes and hummed:
"They are not fools. If I kick the ball over, won't they kick it back?"

"Anyway, it's just a matter of practicing Tai Chi back and forth. I don't know how it will turn out in the end, but at least, it will be fine after a day or two of playing back and forth."

"Xiao Xia and Lao Li are smart. If it doesn't work, I'm already rushing to Cangyun Mountain. If there's something wrong, I'll go over there and take a look at the situation first."

Xia Liu had already arrived one step ahead and drove to the recording site in Cangyun Mountain by himself, but Meng Yunda still took a while to get there.

The driver didn't say anything else, but just stepped on the accelerator silently.

The Phaeton suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Cangyun Mountain.

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Inside the cave.

Several people took out emergency rations from their backpacks and began to eat in silence.

They only had a fairly hearty breakfast in the morning, and then went to the "Eye of Changshan" amusement park. Later, Zhong Xiaoyun was defeated, so they had to rush to Cangyun Mountain without stopping, and temporarily changed the venue to start the real-life CS. During this process, there was no time for lunch at all, and everyone only ate some biscuits and bread in the car.

Artists have amazing stomachs. Anyone who needs to maintain their figure, regardless of gender, has an unusually small appetite.

This is mainly because they can only eat diet meals most of the time during the event. No matter how delicious they are, diet meals are very anti-human, they make the mouth suffer and deceive the stomach. Except for some greedy girls who can eat anything, ordinary people will naturally lose their appetite after eating them a few times.

They can only eat good food in lifestyle variety shows, and afterwards they have to do a lot of additional training to lose the weight they have gained.

The stomach can be shrunk by hunger. Normally, when you are very hungry, it is difficult to eat much in one go, especially the biscuits and bread you had in the car before, which is even more difficult to swallow. But now everyone is climbing the mountain hard, and they are frightened by snakes. Two of them are soaked to the skin, and their body heat is lost. They have consumed a lot of energy, and they can't make up for it by roasting fire. So they can only eat. "This military ration is really... hard to describe."

Shu Yi opened the military rations package prepared by the program team, and could not hide her disgust at all.

The whole bag was opened to reveal a bright monochrome aluminum package with the following contents: a package of compressed food, a bag of instant individual beverage, a package of pork egg rolls, a package of refreshing pickled mustard tubers, and an energy bar.

She tore open the package of compressed food and poked at it:

"What is this? It looks like a piece of plastic."

It looks like a bar of soap...

As a female star, Shu Yi had done a manicure, and when she scratched it with her nails, powder fell off. She put her hand close to her nose and smelled it, but she didn't smell anything, but more like some kind of material.

Meanwhile, Nie Wenjin stopped holding onto Song Mengran and took a look at the packaging bag:
"It says here that this is high-energy porridge. If you mix it with two to three times the amount of water, it will taste better."

"Would you like to try a little first?"

Shu Yi took a bite obediently, and her expression froze instantly.

Qi Qingyi came over and asked curiously:

"What does it taste like? Is it delicious or unpalatable?"

Shu Yi picked up the bottle of mineral water next to her and took a big gulp. After swallowing it with great difficulty, she said with a bitter face:

"It has no taste. There is a slight aroma of wheat and dairy products, but as for sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty... I can't taste it at all."

It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with it, so why does she have that expression?
Qi Qingyi and Nie Wenjin were both puzzled:
"Does that mean it's not bad to eat?"

Shu Yi shook her head frantically, racking her brains to find an adjective:

"No, the taste is nothing special, but it tastes like chewing sand! The taste is really very strange, you will know after you take a bite!"

"These are... just two pieces of sand with a yeasty, wheat and dairy aroma!"

Seeing her handing over another piece of uneaten dry food and motioning them to try it themselves, Qi Qingyi and Nie Wenjin both shrank back, waved their hands and smiled awkwardly:
"That's not necessary. We can just soak it and eat it."

There is a small metal lunch box and cup in the backpack. They are made of aluminum, which is light and does not take up much space. They are placed together with the military rations. The program crew is quite humane in this respect.

Han Fei took the initiative to stand up, went to the firewood pile to find two long forked branches, inserted them on both sides of the fire pit, and got a longer branch to place horizontally on top, and helped them hang the small lunch box filled with water to boil water.

The water was heated up in less than two minutes. After all, it was mineral water, so it didn't need to be boiled. It just needed to be hot enough for making tea.

Qi Qingyi volunteered to throw the dry food into twice the amount of water.

And then...and then nothing more.

After waiting for a minute, she realized that this thing would not soften on its own. She had to smash it hard with an iron spoon and wait for a few minutes before it melted.

"Okay, let me try it!"

Qi Qingyi picked up the iron spoon and put a small half spoonful into her mouth. Then her expression became exactly the same as Shu Yi's just now.

Weird and hard to describe.

Nie Wenjin touched her arm:
"What does it smell like?"

Qi Qingyi's face turned green. She forced herself to swallow the small half spoonful of something and also took a big gulp of the remaining mineral water.

“Strange smell!”

"No, this thing tastes really weird. It's not that it's unpalatable, it's just... I want to think about how to describe it..."

"It tastes like bread that's been in the refrigerator for half a month, mixed with skim milk, put into crushed malt, and then left to air-dry for three days!"

The others who hadn't eaten yet stopped unpacking their food.

Her description was really too vivid, much more effective than the adjective Shu Yi used to describe eating sand just now. It immediately discouraged everyone and made them give up the idea of ​​opening the bottle and trying a bite for themselves.

Han Fei was silent for a moment, then he moved his gaze to Ren Tuo who was leaning against the wall of the cave, pointed at him and said:

"If it's really that unpalatable, I would reasonably suspect that he has some sequelae after becoming impotent, such as... a loss of taste."

To be exact, the first guest to eat this kind of individual military rations was actually Ren Tuo. He was the first to dig out the rations from his bag, silently used a branch to carry the lunch box to the fire pit to boil water, and silently soaked the bag of high-energy porridge. Now he has opened other things and eaten half of the porridge.

Qi Qingyi really couldn't hold it in. Her little face turned blue and white. If the conditions allowed, she would have started gargling frantically.

She looked at Ren Tuo in shock as he stood still as if a mountain, putting food into his mouth spoon by spoon.

"Don't you think it tastes bad?"

“This taste is really hard to taste in daily life, right???”

Ren Tuo finished the food in his mouth slowly and looked up at her:

"Have you ever tasted bread that has been in the refrigerator for half a month, mixed with skim milk, put into crushed malt and then left to air-dry for three days?"

Qi Qingyi: ...

She was furious:
"That's just a metaphor. Anyway, this thing definitely doesn't taste good, does it? Don't you feel sick eating it???"

Ren Tuo smiled and said:

"Either you don't eat, or you're too hungry to move, and you can't get out even when help comes. You choose one."

"It's a bit unpalatable, but we don't seem to have any other choice now. Even if we want to go out and get some game, it's raining and thundering. We don't have weapons or tools, and we can't even make traps. Even if it's an animal that has never seen humans in the deep mountains and old forests, we can't catch it."

"It's good to have something to eat. Try to eat a little. I think saving your life is more important than feeling sick."

Every word he said made sense.

In this situation, no matter how bad the food tastes, they have to eat it because they have no choice.

Han Fei boiled water and unpacked the package, saying leisurely:

"Military food is something that is easy to carry, high in calories, and when you eat it, it reminds you of home, your mother, and your loved ones."

"Whenever you open a pack of military food with no alternative but to do so, your heart will be filled with longing for a peaceful life and attachment to your family back home, which will then be sublimated into infinite love and loyalty to the motherland, which will help you muster up the courage to pick up your rifle and charge into the enemy's artillery fire, turning your resentment for the military food into anger and smashing the enemy's head hard."

"How can you bear to abandon your position after eating the military food? God knows what delicious food will grow on the position."

"My dad is a retired soldier. When I was a kid, I was curious and pestered him to try the military food his comrades gave him. At that time, there was no complete set of individual rations, but compressed biscuits and self-heating dry food. He didn't want to give it to me at first, saying that his comrades did it on purpose to disgust him, but I didn't believe it."

"After I opened the bag, he insisted that I finish it. After that, I didn't eat for the whole day. Then he said the above words of wisdom."

"Now I have reasonable suspicion that the production team prepared this kind of food for us as emergency food in order to get us to finish the battle quickly, finish playing the real-life CS and then go back to the villa to eat something normal."

"What do you think?"

Qi Qingyi's face turned green as she ate, and she agreed with what he said:
"Damn the production team, once I'm rescued, they'll definitely drag the director out to have a debate... Who can eat this? If I wasn't forced to do so, I wouldn't dare take a second bite after I opened it!"

Han Fei smiled with an ambiguous tone:
“But some people are used to eating it.”

(End of this chapter)