Abstract Art Award Winner

Chapter 112 Are imported potato chips delicious?
Guo Fan was still very willing to believe Zhou Le's guarantee.

But as "The Wandering Earth" came to an end, Zhou Le and others gradually became less busy. After getting up every day, they would drink a cup of tea and then play with their mobile phones for a while.

But just when Zhou Le was watching Douyin, his cell phone suddenly rang.

I saw it was Meng Ziyi calling.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone.

"Xiao Meng?"

"Teacher Zhou, I'm in Qingdao. This time I came alone."

Zhou Le: "???"

What do you mean?
Coming alone? What are you hinting at?

Zhou Le didn't understand what he meant, so he asked tentatively: "Come here to participate in the event?"

"No, I came to visit you on set."

"Where are your agent and assistant?"

"I didn't bring any. Teacher Zhou, please send me the address and I'll take a taxi there."

Meng Ziyi wanted to come over to visit him, so Zhou Le naturally welcomed him.

After sending the address, Zhou Le quickly packed up and went out to prepare to go to the crew.

He didn't even know what Meng Ziyi was doing here.

But Zhou Le himself was still coveting Meng Ziyi and wanted to sign her to the company.

On the one hand, Zhou Le felt that Meng Ziyi would definitely become even more popular in the future. After all, as long as she didn't do anything out of line, these current black spots would not be a problem.

After all, in the entertainment industry, abiding by the law is definitely the first priority.

The second thing is appearance.

As long as you are good-looking and handsome, many fans will forgive you even if you make a mistake.

But compared with those previous legal celebrities, Meng Ziyi's performance in some programs and those rumors are simply a pure little white flower that cannot be purer.

The second reason for being greedy for Meng Ziyi is actually the same as Yu Shuxin's.

That means the other party is rich.

She is also a small rich woman.

Zhou Le arrived at the crew just as Meng Ziyi arrived.

"How come Xiao Meng suddenly has time to come visit me on set?" Zhou Le said as he looked at the bag the other person was holding, which seemed to contain snacks.

"Come here and bring anything else."

Zhou Le reached out to take it.

Meng Ziyi was about to say that this was her leftovers, but Zhou Le took it and looked at it: "There are also potato chips, and they are cucumber flavored. How did you know I like cucumber flavor?"

Then he reached out and took it and started eating.

"I just didn't have breakfast."

Meng Ziyi's eyes widened: "I have eaten that before."

Zhou Le took a look at the opened potato chips and immediately became alert: "You don't just like to eat the seasoning, do you? Did you lick all the seasoning off and throw it in?"

"I was wondering why it wasn't crispy enough, it was damp and tasteless."

Meng Ziyi: "???"

But if she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak, she wouldn't have been accused of having a mouth that flies in front and a brain that follows behind two years ago.

Plus, the person in front of him was Zhou Le.

So she burst out laughing: "Yeah, are imported potato chips delicious?"

Zhou Le shook his head and grabbed another handful and put it into his mouth: "It's not tasty."

"Why would you eat it if it doesn't taste good?"

"I just simply don't like wasting food."

Zhou Le chewed his food in big mouthfuls, then said vaguely, "It just so happens that I didn't have breakfast."

Meng Ziyi smiled and said, "I watched an animated film last year and learned that there is a kind of Kuchikam rice wine in Japan."

Zhou Le: "As for your name, I know it too. I've seen a pirated version."

Meng Ziyi was shocked: "Teacher Zhou, are you still watching pirated movies?"

"Yeah, it hadn't been released in mainland China when I watched it, so I could only look for resources online."

Meng Ziyi felt that he had never used any pirated products since he could remember. Even when he was in college, he bought the genuine Office 365 to write his thesis, which cost only a few hundred yuan a year.

Zhou Le continued to explain: "Don't underestimate those websites. Sometimes you can see a lot of things you can't see on them. You can find pirated versions of movies, anime, Korean dramas, etc. that you can't find on those big platforms. They just have some advertisements."

Meng Ziyi became interested.

"Teacher Zhou, can you give me a website?"

Zhou Le had no objection and quickly sent it to Meng Ziyi: "Remember to copy it and open it in your browser."

Meng Ziyi nodded and clicked on the URL.

I searched for the Korean drama I wanted to watch, but when I just entered to try to see if it could be played, it suddenly jumped to a very fancy and exaggerated interface.

The cover features a beautiful woman in uniform whose parts can change in size.

"Schoolgirl outcall service?"

"Dating in the same city?"

"Can you fly all over the country?"

Meng Ziyi's face turned red instantly.

"Is your website serious? What's all this?"

Zhou Le took a look and said calmly, "Oh, you clicked on the ad. Once you're in, you have to wait a moment because they have some hidden UI buttons. Clicking them will take you to the ad, and you can just exit. But you can't report it. This is a website I've saved for a long time."

Meng Ziyi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Teacher Zhou, if all else fails, why don't you climb over the wall and look?"

Zhou Le shook his head. "That's too troublesome. The good ones charge a fee, and there's some messy stuff on the Internet. I've used it before, but I usually watch other things when I go over the firewall. Who would watch TV series on that kind of place?"

In fact, Meng Ziyi has never climbed over the wall.

She just knew there was such a way.

"If it doesn't work, I'll buy you one, but what kind of mess can it be?"

"What else is there? Porn, but there's a lot of political stuff going on. It's hilarious. We only go out to watch porn, so who cares about that?"

Meng Ziyi felt that every time she saw Zhou Le, Zhou Le could always subvert her thoughts.

"Teacher Zhou, are you still looking at this?"

"Yeah, but I always watched it with a critical attitude, don't get me wrong. But another reason was that I was poor at the time. After all, those rich people just went for the real thing. You can just watch whatever you want yourself."

"Haha, Teacher Zhou really doesn't treat me as an outsider. Isn't he afraid that I'll tell others?"

Zhou Le smiled and said, "You are just outspoken, but you are not stupid. Besides, even if you said it, I would not admit it."

"Don't worry, I won't tell."

While chatting, they joined the crew.

Guo Fan was currently arranging photography and lighting for today's shooting tasks. When he saw Zhou Le coming and was about to say hello, he saw Meng Ziyi at a glance.

His expression changed instantly.

Come over enthusiastically.

"Le'er is here? Is this Teacher Meng Ziyi? I've been following you since you were filming "First Grade". To be honest, I still really want to work with you, after all..."

Although Meng Ziyi had heard of the name Guo Fan, he had never seen him, so he didn't recognize him at first.

But the other person looked more familiar to Zhou Le.

"Teacher, why do I feel like I've heard this before? Did Zhou Le seem to have said that before?"

Guo Fan was stunned for a moment. "Really? Hahaha, that means Le'er and I are in tune with each other. Let me introduce myself. My name is Guo Fan, and I'm the director of this crew. It's fate that we met. I wonder if Teacher Meng is interested."

Zhou Le couldn't help but hold his forehead.

This triggers Guo Fan's passive skill.

"Director Guo, don't worry. They're here to see me. Go ahead and do your thing. I'll ask for you later."

Guo Fan thought this was fine. After all, Zhou Le's ability to deceive people was no less than his own.

Afterwards, the two of them found a place to rest. Everyone who passed by was very polite to Zhou Le, including some who were obviously at the level of director or deputy director.

"Teacher Zhou, you are very popular in the crew."

"Of course, it doesn't matter where I am. After all, who doesn't want to make friends with handsome people?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhou is not only handsome, but also has good acting skills. But when filming, are you a method actor or an experiential actor?"

"Me? I'm an abstract person."

"what?"

"That's okay. My abstract school includes both the experiential school and the method school."

Meng Ziyi didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop him from continuing the conversation.

“No wonder the technique is so good.”

"It's necessary. Techniques are also methods. The great principles all converge into one."

"Teacher Zhou, you may understand metaphysics, but can you tell why I came here this time?"

Zhou Le thought to himself, you still managed to get into me.

"I'm in a bad mood, what else could it be?"

Meng Ziyi: “!”

"You really can tell!"

Zhou Le thought that there was nothing that could not be seen. The tone on the phone was so low, and he came running over alone.

Who would do something to enjoy solitude when they are in a good mood?

Why are there so many emo people on NetEase Cloud Music? Isn’t it because they have nothing to do at night and have to listen to music?
"Oh, I feel like I'm about to get depressed now. Those people online are scolding me all the time, especially that fan of 'The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation', who insisted that I interfered, brought money into the production, and made random changes to the plot.

But the problem is that the script was written by the screenwriter, and the play was shot by the director. I shot it however the director told me to. They scolded me from the beginning of the project preparation. Now I don’t even dare to read the private messages in the background. I consulted a psychologist, but the advice he gave me was to pay less attention to these things.

Zhou Le sighed: "There aren't so many evil ways, it's just that there are villains around you who are trying to harm you."

Meng Ziyi suddenly understood.

I felt that my thoughts became clear all of a sudden.

Think about it this way, the company allows itself to be attacked and tells it to follow the black and red route, isn't that a villain!
Teacher Zhou still sees it clearly!

Suddenly, Zhou Le's image in her eyes became mysterious.

"Teacher Zhou, do you have any solution to this problem?"

Zhou Le thought for a moment: "What's in your bedroom? Which way does the bed face?"

Meng Ziyi didn't suspect anything else: "In the bedroom, there's a bed, a cabinet, a table, stuffed dolls and stuff like that. Oh, and there's also a cactus. As for the bed, it should be..."

Zhou Le nodded. "That's right. That's my guess. The cactus is too sharp to be placed in the bedroom. I suggest you put the cactus outside and put two money trees in the bedroom. And change the direction of the bed so that the head of the bed faces south."

Meng Ziyi found what Zhou Le said to be mysterious.

Although I don't understand why, I still think it seems very powerful.

"Is this okay?"

"Of course not. These are only for your home's feng shui. As for you personally, I suggest you change companies as soon as possible. It would be best if you choose a boss with a Jianxia Water fate. And your workplace should be located north."

The more Meng Ziyi listened, the more mysterious it seemed to him.

But he also trusted Zhou Le more and more.

"Okay, then I'll go back and study it."

There was admiration in Meng Ziyi's eyes.

Zhou Le looked at Meng Ziyi and felt relieved.

After all, fortune tellers are the most suitable psychologists for Chinese babies.

But he suddenly remembered that he had made up his mind last time not to let Meng Ziyi get something for free again, so he took out his mobile phone and opened the QR code.

"Cheng Hui twenty."

Meng Ziyi: "More money?"

"What else? Do you think anyone can ask me to tell their fortune? This is all fate. A total of 20 yuan, WeChat, Alipay, or cash?"

Zhou Le's attitude remains unchanged.

Meng Ziyi had never heard of this theory.

"But will it cost twenty in one go?"

Zhou Le laughed: "If you call a locksmith and he opens it in three seconds, it will cost you two hundred yuan. How much would you pay a psychologist?"

Meng Ziyi said without hesitation: "One thousand yuan an hour."

Zhou Le curled his lips and said, "I only need twenty at a time. You won't be poor and I won't be rich."

"It's not expensive." Meng Ziyi finally understood. "Then I'll give it to you on WeChat."

Zhou Le watched Meng Ziyi pull out his phone and reminded him, "Remember to mark the fortune telling fee. Let's be honest. I don't want a penny more."

Meng Ziyi turned around twenty times.

Zhou Le clicked to receive it.

"If you have any questions in the future, come to me. You can get discounts if you come more often."

After his emotional knot was untied, Meng Ziyi felt much better.

"But, Brother Le, why did Director Guo seem so nice to you just now? All the directors I've met have bad tempers. Even if I have a good relationship with someone, it's not like Director Guo. And it seemed like he wanted to give me the role as soon as we met just now. It seems like you're really giving me face."

Zhou Le smiled and said, "I will also be the producer of this movie by then. Do you think it will be a great honor?"

"Producer?"

"Yeah, but speaking of which, are you interested in a cameo role in a movie? The kind that doesn't get paid?"

"That's fine with me. I have nothing to do anyway."

"It would be even better if I could trade a bit part for a massage."

"You're dreaming. How much does it cost to hire extras for a day? If I were to go out and sell myself, I'd get at least 10,000 yuan a time. My skills are worth 8,000 yuan, and my face is worth 2,000 yuan."

"Sell it once, and your face is only worth two thousand?"

"If you're interested in someone, no money is required. If you're not, it's a perfect match, so I'll give you one million."

Meng Ziyi smiled and said, "That's not expensive. If your rich fans knew this, I guess the people willing to pay for you would line up from here to the Eiffel Tower in Paris."

"Haha, my last name isn't Zhang."

"Then ten million will be fine."

But among the female artists today, those who play with abstract ideas can be counted on one hand. Liu Yifei is one of them, but Meng Ziyi must also be included.

"Ten million!"

"Brother Le, are you inlaid with diamonds or gold-plated? It's so expensive!"

"If it's not expensive, people will think I'm easy to get." Zhou Le said, "So are you going to make a guest appearance or not?"

"Skewers, of course, but can I exchange that ten thousand yuan for a restaurant of equal value? Although I haven't asked, I have a feeling that you, Teacher Zhou, have never eaten at a restaurant with a per capita meal of five thousand yuan."

Zhou Le thought to himself that he had indeed never been there.

But I have been to nightclubs where the average cost per person is tens of thousands.

Of course, that was someone else's treat.

"That's fine."

Not long after, Zhou Le went to film a movie, and Meng Ziyi had nothing to do, so he started to look up on the Internet what the Jianxiashui fate pattern that Zhou Le had just mentioned was.

Then I found out that this specifically refers to people born in a fixed year and month.

Then I saw that the water in Jianxia corresponded to 1936, 1937, 1996 and 1997.

"Are there any entertainment company owners born in the 1930s? How old would they be to be alive today?"

"But if it's not three or four years, it's going to be ninety-six or ninety-seven."

"No, isn't Zhou Le born in 1996?"

"I've said so much, but you're waiting for me here?"

"Heh, man."

(End of this chapter)