Abstract Art Award Winner

Chapter 162 These were all given by Cixi back then

But Huang Xiaoming knows very well that this is "Chinese Restaurant" and not "Go Fighting", so he naturally cannot adopt this style.

The rules still need to be followed.

It's just that the character he has set here is annoying, a good guy, and a warm-hearted store manager.

So when the newcomer arrived, Huang Xiaoming immediately agreed to his request.

Zhou Le watched the whole process from the side and felt that the filming of this variety show was really awkward and the intention was a bit too obvious. He didn't know why Huang Xiaoming agreed to it. After all, according to this character setting, he would definitely be scolded after he came on stage.

Being scolded does bring traffic, but for an artist like Huang Xiaoming, it shouldn’t be of much benefit, right?
"It could also be that they signed on for several seasons before, so they have to finish filming the rest."

After confirming it, they would consider paying. Then they kept a portion of it as gifts for the wedding banquet based on the guest list, and asked Zhou Le to sell the rest.

"Xiao Meng, why don't you go with us?"

"Okay."

Meng Ziyi just felt that it was very boring to stay here, so it would be better for him to go out with Zhou Le to sell things.

Although the camera will definitely be mainly focused on the restaurant, she probably won't get many shots here given her status. It would be better for her to follow Zhou Le, as she can appear in the camera as long as the camera is on that side.

So Zhou Le and Meng Ziyi set off with their suitcases.

Two cameras followed.

"Brother Le, where are we going to sell things?"

"Of course, we're going to a crowded place. I already found out before I left. There's a commercial street about a kilometer away from here. There are quite a lot of people there."

"it is good."

Meng Ziyi doesn't have any ideas now, she just does whatever Zhou Le asks her to do.

When they arrived at the commercial street, they saw that there were indeed a lot of people here.

"Okay, let's get started. If this thing were sold in our country, it would probably cost more than thirty yuan each, which is about five dollars in US dollars."

Meng Ziyi thought for a moment: "But aren't we in Italy? Italy should use Euros, right?"

"It's Euros. A Euro is five dollars."

"Okay, so what if someone thinks it's too expensive?"

"You think it's too expensive? If you think it's too expensive, then don't buy it. Our stuff is good. We can't sell it for over 30 yuan back home. Let's sell it at a discount. We're not that short of money. If it's not enough in the end, I'll find a way to get it from the director team. Besides, we're the only ones who brought it this time. If we didn't, wouldn't we have to find other ways to make money?"

"That makes sense."

"So."

Zhou Le said this and glanced at the cameraman, who turned away tactfully.

"So that's how it is with variety shows. You don't have to worry about how the director sets the rules. What's the point of just following the rules? You have to break the rules to make it interesting."

Meng Ziyi understood what he meant.

But the two soon encountered new troubles.

"Okay, come on then."

Zhou Le said.

Meng Ziyi looked at Zhou Le in confusion: "What am I doing?"

"Yay!"

"But I don't speak Italian. I can speak English, but if I yell 'five dollors', will they understand?"

Zhou Le thought about it and realized that although Italy was also a foreign country for him, it seemed that Italian was used more frequently here.

I guess some people on the street who look well-dressed can understand it, but it’s hard to say for ordinary people.

Zhou Le thought about it, then asked the cameraman: "How do they usually communicate when they go out? Do they just use English?"

“Half English, half gestures.”

Zhou Le nodded, and his guess was confirmed in his heart. Communicating in English here would definitely be slow.

"Then what should we do? But Brother Le, do you know how to speak German? Why don't you try speaking German?"

Zhou Le thought about the relationship between Italy and Germany, and felt that speaking German was not as good as speaking English.

"Forget it. I don't think there's any need for us to communicate with them. Isn't it enough as long as we can make a deal?"

"So Brother Le, what you mean is that we just shout and don't communicate."

"Yes, I wouldn't understand even if I communicated."

But just when Zhou Le was using the translation software to search how to say five euros in Italian, he suddenly thought of something.

"Otherwise, let's sell it at a higher price, seven euros."

"Why? I'm worried I won't be able to sell it even for 5 euros."

Zhou Le thought about it, then held out his hand for Meng Ziyi to come closer and whispered a few words. Meng Ziyi immediately slapped his thigh upon hearing it and said, "Just sell it for seven euros, or ten euros, to make it an even number."

"That's fine, ten euros is ten euros. After all, there will always be some tariffs on exports."

Then they searched online to see how to say ten euros in Italian.

After listening to the pronunciation, the two looked at each other.

Why does it feel so weird?

"It sounds a bit like Japanese to me."

"I feel the same way."

"Forget it, just learn it this way. As long as they can understand it, it's fine."

After they had learned about 70% of it, they started shouting.

Zhou Le is willing to let go of his face in any occasion, but fortunately Meng Ziyi is also an i person, so he just copied out a not very fluent Italian and shouted ten euros, ten euros.

But since the gadgets Zhou Le brought with him this time were actually some cultural and creative products from the Palace Museum,

As the spokesperson for the Palace Museum, naturally he would take as many as he wanted. Anyway, if he sold them, they would only cost thirty or forty yuan, and at most some items would cost sixty or seventy yuan.

But here they are all ten euros.

Since these gadgets are quite exquisite in shape, some people still stop to look at them. However, when asked about the price, a few people thought they were expensive and left, while some people asked if they could be cheaper.

Anyway, Zhou Le and Meng Ziyi didn't understand, so no matter what others asked, they just kept saying ten euros.

Finally, I followed the first person and spent money to buy a mirror.

"Thank you."

The two then realized that they should learn more, so they later learned thank you and beautiful Italian.

After completing the first order, I suddenly had ten more euros in my hand.

Zhou Le took the money and looked at it.

Suddenly he stuffed the money into Meng Ziyi's hand.

"I've been standing here for a long time and I'm thirsty. Let's go buy four bottles of water. That should be enough. If not, we can buy cheaper ones."

"it is good."

Meng Ziyi took the ten yuan and went to the convenience store. After a while, he came out with four bottles of water.

"Brother, drink some water."

After handing the two bottles to the two photographers who followed, they drank the water themselves.

Afterwards, while they were selling things here, Meng Ziyi also said that when she went to the convenience store just now, she saw some things that she had never seen in China, and the prices were also reasonable.

So whenever Zhou Le made some money here, he would give it to Meng Ziyi and let Meng Ziyi buy things. The four of them would share the food after buying them.

In total, it was sold for more than 100 euros.

As a result, he didn't have a penny left in his hands and put it all in his mouth.

"I don't think it's a good idea for us to continue like this."

Meng Ziyi sighed as he looked at the many small gifts still there and the empty wallet.

"Indeed, if we continue like this, the money we earn won't be enough for us to spend, let alone any surplus."

Just then, a voice came from not far away.

"Brother Le? Zhou Le, is that you?"

"Huh? Who called me?"

Zhou Le didn't expect that someone would call his name in this foreign country.

Soon, a couple came over in surprise, stood in front of Zhou Le and asked for a long time. After finding out that it was indeed Zhou Le himself, they excitedly took a photo together.

"Brother Le, are you guys here selling things for a variety show?"

"Yeah, is there anything you like?"

The two of them really started to pick.

Finally, I picked out a small makeup mirror that was pink with a hint of green.

This series is the most expensive one here, and the unit price is more than 70 yuan.

"Hey, Brother Le, how much is this? I heard it was ten euros just now, right?"

The fan was about to take out his pocket as he spoke.

"No need. It's fate that we met outside. Why should I give you money?"

Zhou Le directly stuffed the mirror into the other person's hand, then lowered his head and rummaged through the suitcase, finding another mirror of the same style but a different color.

"If you want to give someone a gift, give them a pair. I'll give you both of these. One for each of you. When you have free time, look in the mirror. Even if you're in a long-distance relationship, you can feel closer."

Meng Ziyi watched from the side and felt that Brother Le was really good at speaking. He was obviously one year younger than him, but he handled people well.

It's really high and hard.

"No, we'll pay."

"Really? If you really feel bad, just do us a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

“Do you speak Italian?”

"Yes, I go to school here." "That's perfect, can I take up a moment of your time?"

"It's okay. We came here to have fun. It would be even better if we could join you and experience it in a variety show."

"Haha, that's okay."

Then Zhou Le took the two of them to look around and soon found a shop selling small gifts.

The boss looks like an auntie and still has some charm.

Among older Westerners, this is considered to be a very good condition.

"Brother, please teach me how to say 'Madam, you have such a good temperament' in Italian."

"Also, the weather is nice today, and have you eaten?"

It took him three minutes to learn these three sentences. Zhou Le walked over with a camera and opened his arms for a big hug. The owner looked at Zhou Le's handsome appearance and the camera behind him, and for a moment he thought that he might be filming a show.

So she opened her arms and hugged Zhou Le, and then Zhou Le went up to her and said a few words of greeting. The elder sister felt really comfortable hearing that. Although his greeting was not very standard, Zhou Le was handsome after all.

But later, she discovered that Zhou Le seemed to only know these three Italian sentences.

The rest will depend on translation.

But even with an interpreter, Zhou Le always maintained a gentle and handsome smile, and Meng Ziyi would come up to him from time to time to praise him.

Soon they got to the point. Everything Zhou Le brought was sold to the owner at a unit price of ten euros, and the owner could then mark the price of these things up to fifteen to twenty euros.

"Tell her that these are from the Chinese Imperial Palace. In the past, only the nobility could afford them, but now that technology has advanced, we can make exactly the same things, so the price must be worth it."

The fan boy translated it verbatim.

After hearing this, the owner thought about it and finally nodded in agreement.

"Look, they're all sold out now, aren't they? It would take forever to sell them one by one. It would be much better to just sell them in a package. Everyone can make a profit."

"Brother Le is wise. I think you are perfect for business."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Just as Zhou Le hugged the other person again to express his gratitude, the female shop owner suddenly said, "Can you teach me a sentence in Chinese?"

After the translation, Zhou Le nodded.

"of course can."

Finally, he taught the other person two sentences. The first one was "I love China" and the second one was "I love you."

After selling everything, they only took 500 euros, and gave the rest to fans.

"Brother, thank you for accompanying us. Although the money is not much, it is a variety show after all. I would be embarrassed to give up if the money is too little. This is your hard work fee."

The fan brother still wanted to push it away, but how could he push Zhou Le better?

Soon the group parted ways, and Zhou Le brought the photographer and Meng Ziyi back to the restaurant.

“All sold out.”

"Yeah, they're all sold out."

"How much did it sell for in total?"

"I sold it in bits and pieces for about six hundred."

"So impressive, you've only been out for less than two hours, right?"

"Hey, we just packed them up and sold them. There was a nice lady in a store, so we sold them all to her."

Qin Hailu, the hotel accountant, counted the money.

"That's not right. Why are there only 500 here?"

Zhou Le continued to explain: "Because we were tired, thirsty, and a little hungry after staying outside, we spent more than a hundred dollars on food and drinks."

"You two ate and drank more than a hundred?" Qin Hailu said with some surprise.

"Oh, that's right. There are two cameramen here too. We can't have it all to ourselves."

Qin Hailu couldn't say anything else after hearing this.

They even hired a cameraman, what else is there to say?

Just spend it, after all, the things are brought by others and the money is earned by them.

"Later, we met two fans who helped us sell our products. So we gave the remaining money to them as hard work fees. We couldn't just ask them to translate for us for free."

Qin Hailu had no way to say anything about this.

But five hundred is pretty good.

Huang Xiaoming naturally chose to be a peacemaker at this time. He immediately said that he had done a great job and asked to take a rest as he had to work again at noon.

"I'll go into the kitchen and help Chef Lin. I can help out."

At this time, Meng Ziyi quickly raised his hand: "Then I will help Zhou Le."

"? You listen to Brother Xiao Ming."

Huang Xiaoming thought about it and arranged for Meng Ziyi to serve the dishes outside.

By noon, everything inside and outside was bustling with activity.

But when Chef Lin saw that Zhou Le had been in the kitchen before, he immediately handed over many important things that he was too busy to handle to Zhou Le.

But Zhou Le was efficient and made no mistakes, so they soon started chatting again.

"You're the best! If you could stay here for a few more episodes, I'd be able to relax a bit. Although they're pretty good, most of them are just last-minute cram students."

Zhou Le listened to this and knew that if he agreed with it, he might be attacked by some people's fans, but if he didn't agree with it, it would seem hypocritical because those people really were not very interested.

In the end, I could only change the subject.

"Then it seems they all have a foot fetish."

Chef Lin: “???”

His mind was a little confused for a moment.

"What foot fetish?"

"Buddha's feet."

After figuring it out, Chef Lin suddenly smiled and shook his head.

Although it was nonsensical and inexplicable, he also inexplicably felt that it seemed a little funny.

What normal person would go from last-minute cramming to foot fetish?

"Really, you won't have a girlfriend if you're like this."

Zhou Le smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't have it now anyway, and I don't plan to look for it."

"You're so handsome, have you really never considered it? I think with your looks, just asking a girl out for dinner should be enough. By the way, have you ever asked a girl out for dinner before?"

Zhou Le thought about it and said, "I think I did, and he asked me out, but I didn't go."

"Why? What did you say then?"

"She asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her on the weekend?"

Chef Lin nodded: "Then what did you say?"

"I just asked her if anyone wanted to go out with her this weekend?"

"What happens after that?"

"Then she said no."

"Yeah, so you've succeeded, haven't you?"

"What I said at the time was that if others didn't make an appointment, then I wouldn't make one either."

Chef Lin: “.”

"Alas, you deserve to be single."

"Hey, just talking."

Chef Lin took out the fried meat and placed it in a bowl on the side.

"It sounds like a joke to me too."

Zhou Le was coating the meat in batter on the other side and placing it on a plate, waiting to be cooked. He said, "Ah, I mean, I really didn't have time to go when she asked me out, because I was preparing for the CET-4 exam at the time. How could I have time to go shopping with her?"

Chef Lin sighed for the second time: "Well, to be honest, I don't think it's unfair for you to be single."

Zhou Le smiled.

For people who are not so good-looking, have a poorer family background, and do not have such a high monthly salary, being single is indeed very uncomfortable. Although some people enjoy it, it is still better for two people to be together.

But for Zhou Le now, being single is actually the best thing.

You have money and looks, why would you want a girlfriend?
I'm only in my twenties, how can I be defined like this?

During the lunch break and after finishing the staff meal, when everyone was sitting on the sofa chatting, Yang Zi suddenly spoke while holding his cell phone.

"Brother Le, have you become the Forbidden City's publicity ambassador?"

When the others heard this, they all looked at Zhou Le.

"Yes, if you calculate the time, it should be announced today."

"That's amazing, I was talking about you at that time"

Yang Zi was just about to say that Zhou Le had just made a big scene at the Cartier dinner, offended a foreign brand, and then got the top endorsement in the country.

But when he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that it was not appropriate to say this.

So I looked at Wang Junkai.

As a result, Wang Junkai was even more hesitant to say anything. Yang Zi doesn't have any high-end luxury endorsements now, but he, Wang Junkai, does.

So Wang Junkai spread his hands.

Zhou Le waved his hand: "It's all in the past. We can talk about it privately later."

Now Zhou Le doesn’t care much about what his peers think. He just wants to see what people on the Internet say.

(End of this chapter)