Age of Legends

Chapter 182 Autumn is coming
When he got home, Shen Nuoyi's father, Shen Mingbo, was sitting on the sofa. When he saw the mother and daughter come in, he smiled at them and said, "You're back."

"Go to bed quickly." Ning Wenjing reminded Shen Nuo who was going to wash up, then returned to the living room and sat next to Shen Mingbo's sofa.

"What happened?" Shen Mingbo was just next to Ning Wenjing who was on the phone, so he naturally knew something and asked in a low voice.

"When I met her, her eyes were red. It looked like someone had made her cry, but she refused to say anything." Ning Wenjing said.

Shen Mingbo let out a "hiss" and sat up straight. He knew his daughter well. She had never been a weak person since she was young. She had climbed walls and trees many times. Like boys, she was relatively strong. It was rare to see her cry, so Shen Mingbo was a little surprised.

"Didn't he go out to play with Zhou Zhou? I heard Pei Yan was also there. If it was Pei Yan...hiss, could it be?"

Ning Wenjing said: "Maybe. She and Pei Yan have known each other for a long time. Pei Yan is so famous in foreign languages and is also a model for learning. She may admire him a little. There may be something between the two of them..."

Shen Mingbo said coldly: "Hey... this little bastard——!"

Pei Yan, who had already returned home and was reading at his desk, was still lost in thought about what happened today. He thought of Zhang Chen and shook his head gently. Shen Nuoyi was still experiencing the little restlessness she had in high school. When she entered the best university, that would be the real beginning. The distance between him and her would be shortened in the top university, and these little ripples in high school would be insignificant at this time.

He held the open book in his hand and suddenly sneezed. It was not enough, so he sneezed several more times in succession.

Pei Yan wiped his nose with tissue, thinking that he must not be devout enough about reading. He had to collect his thoughts and focus on the present.

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Not long after Zhang Chen returned home, his phone rang. He was a little surprised to see the incoming call. He rubbed his eyes and picked up the phone.

A soft female voice came from the phone, "Zhang Chen, are you home?"

In response to Zhuang Yanyue's call, Zhang Chen said, "Yes."

"Hehe, it seems you didn't stay outside for long."

"What do you mean?"

"That's Shen Nuoyi. She's such a beautiful girl at Yude. Don't try to seduce you."

"If that's all you're asking, you can hang up now. I'm home."

"very nice!"

"what?"

"It's a good thing you didn't stay with her for too long!"

When the busy tone came on the phone, Zhuang Yanyue's last words were still ringing in his ears. Zhang Chen frowned a little, what do you mean, are you checking my post now?

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Zhang Chen was surfing the Internet and checking QQ when Zhuang Yanyue called. Now that he hung up the phone, he continued to check the content sent by Jiang Rong on QQ.

"Our studio has been renovated. According to the previous plan, I will send you the photos I took for you to see." Jiang Rong sent the photos she took to the core producer group of the program with Wang Bowen and Zhang Chen using QQ's picture transfer function.

After the project was handed over to Jiang Rong, she did not dare to relax for a moment. The first step was to decorate the studio according to the design plan. The studio is composed of a circular sofa for guests, a psychologist referee desk, and a host mediation desk. Zhang Chen originally expected to use a glass house, which would make the program more observable and conflict-free, and have a better visual impact, thus creating the so-called "pressure field."

However, it was rejected by Provincial TV Station Ding Shunhua, who said that this type of observation was too strong and might cause some psychological disgust among the audience.

After Ding Shunhua was transferred here to be the station director, he still maintained his cautious style and did not dare to cross the line at all, especially for this emotional mediation program that might cause a big reaction, he kept a close eye on it.

Of course, Zhang Chen also understood that it was unrealistic to take a big step at once. The plot could be bloody, as long as it was based on basic authenticity, it would not matter if people investigated it later. But if you wanted to create some visual impact and use some later sound and light effects, it might cause a backlash. People of this era are still quite sensitive.

Of course, the good thing about the provincial station is that it is not as stingy as the municipal station in terms of production funds. After all, it is a provincial platform with stronger resource integration capabilities, higher brand value, and more financial allocations.

The production cost for one episode was set at 80,000 to 120,000 yuan.

Compared with the city TV station, this can be said to be a huge improvement.

Of course, the pressure and competition are also greater. The provincial station itself is a satellite TV channel with many old programs. Their new program can't even face national competition. First of all, it has to deal with the situation of being squeezed out of the gaps of the provincial station's old programs.

After seeing Jiang Rong's photo, Zhang Chen wrote: "I think it's OK, no problem."

Jiang Rong typed in front of the computer again: "Based on the emotional mediation collected by Aunt Luo and our message box, and based on the requirements of 'property dispute + emotional betrayal + intergenerational conflict' in your plan, we have selected these cases. What do you think will be the first one?"

Because it was produced by a provincial TV station, Zhang Chen couldn't make up a script out of thin air. Moreover, the provincial TV station was very strict. Dispute mediation in cases had to be based on reality, and those cases that were too melodramatic in reality had to be screened out and were not allowed to be broadcast.

Therefore, one must be careful when selecting cases, because this will reduce conflicts, but the cases must also be fascinating. Therefore, Zhang Chen basically limits himself to cases such as property disputes and emotional betrayal, which can naturally arouse the audience's nerves.

Then, looking at the cases sent by Jiang Rong, Zhang Chen exclaimed, "Wow, these are all real-life cases. A wife found out that her husband had two families outside and their child was three years old. She was so angry that she took her husband to court. Now it is in the mediation stage. Another case is that after the divorce, the ex-husband made a fortune, so she refused to give in and moved directly into his new home, eating and sleeping with the couple, and demanding a share of the money.

Zhang Chen looked at these cases and wondered what was going on. In real life, he and Shen Nuoyi had a conflict and entered a cooling-off period. Now he had to make decisions on these emotional disputes at work. These were ridiculous cases.

This is simply... People's joys and sorrows are not the same, but living in this world, our circumstances can be similar.

Zhang Chen sent a message: "After the divorce, my ex-husband became rich and asked for a redivision of the property. This is OK. We can contact both parties and start filming and producing the first program."

After a while, Jiang Rong replied: "I think it's OK too. The first production process will be longer and may not be able to catch up with the first episode next month."

Zhang Chen thought to himself that it was possible, Jiang Rong had gradually become familiar with these links.

"Then I will proceed to have Yingke Law Firm and the client sign a Confidentiality and Privacy Agreement. I think Yingke's cooperation has submitted it to you before."

Wang Bowen then chimed in from the Internet: "I've seen it, there are some minor changes to the details, but it's almost the same. It's OK."

Zhang Chen would not get involved in this matter. He was mainly responsible for making plans. Now that the program production platform and funds were available, they certainly could not do it as they did before, and pursue formalization in all aspects.

Especially when it comes to legal issues related to emotional disputes, both parties involved in the mediation must sign some privacy clauses in advance, and a cooperative law firm is necessary.

Zhang Chen continued typing: "In addition... we need to set up an on-site emergency plan. The first-level emergency plan is for verbal conflicts: the mediator intervenes to guide, and the second-level emergency plan is if there is physical contact: security personnel are on standby to prevent it. The third-level emergency plan is if there is a tendency for self-harm, we will suspend the recording and initiate psychological intervention."

"At the same time, an emotional compensation fund will be set up to compensate for the emotional treatment of the parties involved. Having said that, if this fund is not set up, I don't think there will be any motivation to come to mediation."

"Also, godfather, you and the sponsor need to sign a 'public opinion exemption clause' to stipulate the scope of everyone's exemption from liability and compensation when force majeure occurs."

Zhang Chen still remembers the last time Liu Bingrong caused trouble in the emotional vortex, which led to the full refund of 3 million advertising fees. Of course, the program was suspended at that time, and Wang Bowen didn't pay the money at that time purely for his face. But you can't expect to live on face in the future. You still need to prepare a strong exemption clause to prevent the uncertainty of social influence caused by the broadcast of such a program.

"You have thought it through very carefully! Good! I will add it later." Wang Bowen responded.

After everything was arranged here, Zhang Chen could then drag his tired body to wash up and lie down.

But if this show works well, it will be a constant source of cash flow.

Jiang Rong was also curled up at the desk in the rented house. She was wearing a pair of glasses and pajamas, and was still staying up late to make plans. As soon as Zhang Chen opened his mouth, she, a part-time producer, had to run around... Now her classically beautiful face was covered with a mess of hair that had not been taken care of in time. Outside, she was dressed in a suit and looked bright and beautiful, but at home she was just a busybody. But looking at the smooth page after page of planning flow charts for future projects, she felt an incomparable sense of accomplishment.

The self-admiration of workers is the light that illuminates the nights they get through!
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That night, Shen Nuoyi was actually texting Zheng Xue in the room. They talked a lot, and Zheng Xue told her everything about her trip to BJ, Zhang Chen's birthday, and everything she knew during this period.

She didn't sleep well that day, so she set the alarm to wake up before six o'clock the next morning, then went to the kitchen and started making osmanthus cake.

Steamed osmanthus cake was something her grandmother made often when she was a child. Her grandmother taught her the skill and told her that whenever she wanted to eat it in the future, she would make it herself when her grandmother was not around.

Later, she would sometimes cook for herself during holidays, but she hadn't done it for a long time.

Early in the morning, Shen Nuo mixed glutinous rice flour, dried osmanthus, corn flour and milk together. After mixing into a soup, he put it in a glass bowl and put it into the steamer.

Ning Wenjing just got up at this time. She was quite surprised to see Shen Nuoyi tinkering in the kitchen. Shen Nuoyi's eyelids were still red and swollen, and it was obvious that he did not sleep well last night.

"Why do you make osmanthus cake yourself so early in the morning?"

"I want to eat it."

"Hey, why don't you sleep a little longer? If you want breakfast, just tell mom and I'll make it for you."

"It doesn't matter. I can't sleep anyway."

At 6:40, the steamed osmanthus cake was ready. With the help of Ning Wenjing, Shen Nuo added butter to the steamed osmanthus cake, rolled it into long strips with gloves on, and then cut it into small pieces.

Then coat these with cooked cake flour and coconut flakes, sprinkle with dried osmanthus flowers, and the fragrant Shen Nuo osmanthus cake is ready.

She tasted a few pieces. They were soft and chewy, and immediately stimulated her taste buds. She could hardly stop eating them.

After finally suppressing his appetite, he went to the kitchen to get a food insulation box with a quick-release buckle and put the osmanthus cakes in it. Then he put it in his schoolbag, said goodbye to Ning Wenjing, and went out to school with his bag on his back.

It was just dawn at this time.

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Zhang Chen got up at 7:30 and took some bread. Now, because his old father and mother are both starting their own businesses, their getting-up times are not so stable. Sometimes they just prepare the bread and steamed buns and Zhang Chen takes them himself in the morning.

He took a piece of bread and ate it while walking, then went out to take the bus. He was lucky today and got a seat. When he was almost at Yude, someone patted his shoulder. Zhang Chen turned around and saw that it was an acquaintance, Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong, the two big mouths.

But Wang Dan probably learned from his previous experience, so he restrained himself a lot towards Zhang Chen. He leaned over and whispered, "Zhang Chen, you're a rare guest. I rarely see you on this train!"

Zhang Chen said helplessly: "You should find a good excuse to get close to me. You take this bus all the time. Sometimes I leave early, sometimes I leave late. Are you the bus supervisor?"

"Huh! Why are you saying so much when I just said one thing? Are you in a bad mood, Zhang Chen?" Wang Dan glanced at him.

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment. This heartless girl actually showed some perception.

Zhang Chen admitted that so many things happened yesterday. Even though he was an experienced person, he was not really indestructible. It was impossible for him not to have some emotions, not to mention this young body. Even though his soul was reborn, he was still affected by the hormones of puberty, so it was normal to have emotions.

Then Wang Dan looked at Jiang Yutong who was rustling beside him, and whispered in his ear, "Hey, I heard that you like Shen Nuoyi!? Yeah, Zhang Chen, you hide it very well! No wonder Zhuang Yanyue can't impress you!"

After that, Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong were laughing like groundhogs again. Jiang Yutong looked Zhang Chen up and down, as if he was examining him for the first time. Wang Dan caught the recent big news about Yude. It was amazing. He met the person involved again. He couldn't hold it in.

Zhang Chen looked up at her, and Wang Dan quickly covered her mouth and said through her teeth, "Alright, alright, we won't laugh at you! Even if your life is as fragile as paper, you can still have high aspirations!"

The train arrived at the station and Zhang Chen jumped off the train quickly. He wanted to get rid of the two women behind him, but the two women were also very skilled and pushed through the crowd and followed him out of the train.

Wang Dan continued, "Your standards are getting higher and higher. Before, you had your eyes on our Jiang Yutong, then it was Zhuang Yanyue, and now it's Shen Nuoyi. Are you trying to challenge Mount Everest? Hehehe..."

"When did I fall in love with Jiang... Forget it, I'm so fed up with you guys!" Zhang Chen was almost driven crazy by them.

As they were pulling each other forward and backward, the three of them stopped at the same time.

Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong stared ahead and saw Shen Nuoyi standing by the wall of the tree-lined path that turned towards Yude.

She stood quietly at the corner where vines were climbing up the gray and white wall, the hood of her black sweatshirt forming soft folds on her shoulders.

The slanting morning light split the figure into two halves of light and dark.

The scattered raven-feather-colored hair hung down on the back, and when the hair ends were lifted by the wind, the cold white skin behind the ears was revealed.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly puffy, and her jawline was sharp and sharp. Under her slightly cold complexion, there was some hidden tension.

With just one glance, Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong were stunned by her incredibly beautiful appearance standing in the morning light, not to mention that they were just talking about her. What a coincidence.

At this time, Wang Dan glanced at Zhang Chen, thinking, "Are you stupid? You've met the real boss. Are you so weak that you can't even walk?"

Shen Nuoyi was standing between the morning light and the flower wall, her eyes fell on Zhang Chen. The next moment, she tightened the strap of her schoolbag, took a deep breath, and walked towards them.

Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong were both at a loss, saying "Shen..." "Nuoyi..."

Shen Nuoyi didn't bother to greet them. He just took off his schoolbag and covered his chest with it as he walked over. His black sweatshirt sleeves revealed a bamboo-like forearm. He reached into the schoolbag and took out a long wrapped box. He said to Zhang Chen, "This is a gift I brought back for you from my trip."

Seeing that Zhang Chen didn't move, she reached into her backpack and took out the box of osmanthus cake and handed them over at the same time.

Her hair was scattered on both sides of her cheeks, revealing her thin and gaunt face. "And my mother... I made sweet-scented osmanthus cake this morning. It's delicious, you try it..."

Zhang Chen stopped and looked at her, but did not answer.

Shen Nuoyi's hand paused in mid-air, and then he heard Zhang Chen's voice. "Please take back the gift. Don't give it to me. I've already eaten."

Then Zhang Chen passed by her, who was wearing a black hoodie and had long hair hanging down her shoulders and looked dazed.

Wang Dan and Jiang Yutong were like two statues, not daring to make a sound.

Shen Nuoyi carried Zhang Chen away on her back. The bottom of the osmanthus cake in the thermal box was soaked by the steam and collapsed into a sticky ball. In fact, the osmanthus cake was still a little hot when she took it out of the schoolbag, so she held the thermal box tightly, and her fingers turned red because she refused to let go.

This morning is frozen in the smell of grass leaves being crushed by cold dew and the sunlight shining through the cracks in the ginkgo trees.

Autumn has come.

(End of this chapter)