Abstract Art Award Winner

Chapter 174 Hello, my name is Song Tie
After that, Zhou Le stayed in Shenzhen for another day, tried several racing cars, and finally chose one of them.

The team also has special logistics, and the racing car can be sent to Guizhou in a few days. At the same time, Han Han also helped Zhou Le contact the Guizhou Bailing Racing Team, so that they can borrow the venue for training.

Although the teams are competitors, they still have some private friendships with each other.

Now Han Han is preparing for the race while doing follow-up promotion for the movie. He is not worried about the profitability of "Speeding Life" because it has already made a lot of money so far.

It cannot compare with "The Wandering Earth" because the Earth has caught up with the popularity, and it has all the right time, place and people. It cannot compare with "Crazy Alien" because the box office appeal of Ning Hao, Huang Bo, Xu Zheng and Zhou Le is too strong.

Although he also has himself, Shen Teng and Zhou Le, they are still inferior to the combination of Ning Hao, Huang Bo and Xu Zheng in the market.

"Le'er, practice hard this time. The identity of a racing driver is still quite popular among artists. I don't expect you to make the team, but we still have to do it. When you have time, train for a while and then try again next year."

Han Han gave this reminder before leaving.

In fact, Zhou Le himself was not very confident about qualifying. After all, the other person was a professional racing driver, while he only had some driving experience.

But the same thing goes, if you can't participate in the main race, you can always participate in the water race. It's better to drive a racing car yourself than to go back to the hotel and sleep.

After that, he took a plane to Guiyang Longdongbao Airport.

Then he took the business car that the director had booked in advance to go to the crew.

During the conversation, Zhou Le discovered that the driver was a local. He used to drive a private car, but this time he signed a short-term contract for a few months because the crew was filming here.

During these few months, he only had to run around the crew.

It's a lot of money anyway.

"Master, I'd like to ask what special snacks are available here?"

The driver thought for a moment and said, "If you're talking about specialties, it's the sour soup hot pot. The potatoes are also very famous. There are also some other dishes, but I'm not sure if you can get used to them."

"It should be OK. I used to think the douzhi I had in Beijing was delicious."

"Okay, then you can try the Houttuynia cordata and Beef Tripe hotpot later."

Zhou Le felt familiar with these two names.

But I'm sure I haven't had any contact with it before.

But Zhe Er Gen sounded like a wild vegetable: "Then what is Niu Bei Hot Pot?"

"Niubi hotpot is also called Baicaotang here. It uses undigested grass from the cow's stomach and small intestine as the soup base, and then adds some seasonings. But it also has a fermented taste."

Just by listening to these words, Zhou Le already had a picture in his mind.

The whole person started to feel unwell.

It is said to be fermented, but one is fermented in a cooking container, and the other is fermented directly in the cow's stomach.

"That's just cow vomit."

"Oh, it's not that bad. It's actually delicious. I eat it occasionally, but I'm sure you won't be used to it at first. But it's like stinky tofu, it smells bad at the beginning but smells good at the end, and it's also very nutritious."

Although he found it hard to accept, Zhou Le couldn't help but become interested when he heard the driver almost drooling while talking about it. He planned to find an opportunity to try it out.

The two chatted all the way.

It is about 100 kilometers from Guiyang Longdongbao Airport to the film and television city where the crew is currently located, but it only takes an hour and a half to drive there.

The distance is not very far.

After Zhou Le arrived, the filming had not started yet, so he first checked in with Sun Hao, and then Zhou Le contacted Guo Qiling to go out for hot pot together in the evening.

Because they are going to film the story of Qing Kingdom here first, they will stay here for a long time.

When Guo Qiling heard that Zhou Le was treating him, he immediately ran to Zhou Le's room.

"Brother Le, I'll treat you to this meal."

After saying that, he thought about it again.

"Should we invite Sister Meng and Sister Ni?" But just as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong: "No, that won't work. If we invite them, I'll become a third wheel. But you'd better eat with them. Otherwise, I'll treat you three and then you can go eat."

Zhou Le: “.”

He suddenly felt that it was a waste of Guo Qiling's talent to let him stay in the crosstalk circle. With his vision, he should be in the entertainment industry. It doesn't matter whether he shoots movies or not, but he will definitely be awesome on variety shows.

Moreover, Guo Qiling and Meng Ziyi are completely different. One speaks without thinking, while the other has an emotional intelligence as high as that of a seasoned veteran.

"No need. They're both on a diet right now. If they go there and don't eat anything, they'll just sit there and watch. If they show off like us, what if they need to file a work injury and use my medical insurance card? Why don't we go together? Besides, we don't have to have girls with us to eat."

Guo Qiling glanced at Zhou Le with his eyes sideways: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you seem like a different person?"

"Have it?"

"Of course there are. How could you not invite them when you went out to eat before? This time it's like you've changed your ways. Tell me the truth, are you looking for a new sister-in-law for me? And this new sister-in-law is even stricter and won't let you eat with other girls?"

Zhou Le: “.”

"As expected of a crosstalk performer, you have a wild imagination. What kind of new sister-in-law can I find for you? Don't engage in such divergent thinking."

"Hey, I'm just telling you here, but I always feel like there's something going on."

"Okay, actually, I'm going to go racing soon, so I have to control myself during this period and try not to get involved with women."

Guo Qiling thought for a moment and said, "Brother, I have an unwelcome request, but I don't know if I should ask it or not."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you being so polite to me? Are you going to bring a girl with you?"

"That's true. I recently met an actor named Song Yi on the set. We get along pretty well and even talked about going out to dinner together. Even Chen Daomin, who's already joined the crew, always asks me to show off and treat him to more meals, so I thought I'd bring him along this time and get to know you, Brother Le, too. After all, you two are playing brother and sister in the play."

"Okay, then call them together."

But after Zhou Le finished speaking, he still called Li Qin and Meng Ziyi, and they both said they would not go tonight.

Li Wei wanted to study the script further, and Meng Ziyi also wanted to practice his movements more.

So that night the three of them found a nearby hot pot restaurant.

"Teacher Zhou, I've heard a lot about you."

Song Yi is not tall and is very thin.

At first glance, she doesn’t look particularly good, but she is quite attractive and looks a bit like a sweet girl.

The most important thing is that the sound is very nice.

In terms of timbre, it should be more girlish.

After shaking hands, Zhou Le asked with a smile, "How long have you heard of me?"

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and laughed. After laughing, he replied, "It's been a long time. I've been your fan for ten years. I participated in the lottery when you held it on Weibo, but I didn't win."

“That’s a long time of attention.”

"Yeah, when I have nothing to do I like to check out jokes on Weibo, but lately I've been watching more TikTok. Of course I follow you on TikTok too, but you might not have noticed."

"Really? That's my problem."

Zhou Le quickly took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet, but found nothing.

“My current TikTok account isn’t under my name, and I haven’t posted a single piece yet, so it doesn’t count as an official account.”

At this time, Guo Qiling said: "I think you can officially register an account. Douyin is still very popular now. When the time comes, let Brother Le take you to shoot videos. I estimate that it won't take more than a few videos to gain millions of followers."

"Okay, I'll go back and make one."

While preparing the side dishes, Zhou Le saw the watercress and took some out of curiosity.

Seeing this, Guo Qiling and Song Yi on the side also put some in. After all, they had heard that Houttuynia cordata was a specialty of this place.

But after returning to the table, Guo Qiling and Song Yi put the Houttuynia cordata into their mouths immediately. It was fine at first, but after chewing it twice, their faces started to look unnatural.

"Shh... this thing is quite powerful. It feels like I'm drinking fish tank water that hasn't been changed in a month."

Guo Qiling spoke first, and a mask of pain immediately appeared on his face.

"How can it taste like this? Even food shouldn't taste like this. It feels like licking a rusty knife after killing a fish." Song Yi couldn't accept it either.

He immediately pulled out a piece of paper and spit it out.

"Sorry for the blunder, but I didn't expect it to taste like this."

"Is it so unpalatable?"

Zhou Le thought about it, then took a bite.

After chewing for a long time, he said, "Is it really that bad? I think it's okay. There's no such strong fishy smell. Although the taste is indeed quite unique, I think it should go well with rice."

The two of them looked at Zhou Le with admiration in their eyes.

"If you don't want to eat it, give it to me. I think it's quite delicious. When I was searching for delicious food on the way here, I found that they not only use it to mix cold dishes, but also put it in noodles and noodles like cilantro and chopped green onions. In some places, they also dip lamb skewers in it."

But Guo Qiling waved his hand: "It's not good, after all, we have already eaten."

"It's okay, it's not something you spit out from your mouth, just give it to me."

Zhou Le really didn't mind this. After all, when he was in college, he ate the same bowl of noodles with several buddies in the dormitory.

Finally, he found a serving chopstick and transferred all the watercress in the dipping sauce dish for both of them to his own side.

"Speaking of which, this gathering of ours is just a family dinner, and it feels quite cozy to eat hot pot."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou is the eldest brother, I am the elder sister, and Qi Ling is the youngest brother."

Song Yi said with a smile.

"Then you have to give in to me." Guo Qiling said.

After chatting for a while, they talked about Zhou Le's work in the past two years.

"I really envy Teacher Zhou. He always has endless work to do."

Song Yi said, holding his chin.

"What's there to envy? I'm so busy I don't even have a life of my own. I'm exhausted every day. Even if I take a 10,000-step-back approach, I still won't. Even if I take a 10,000-step-back approach, it's still tiring."

"Haha, Brother Le, I feel like your current life state is like being stabbed in the armpit with a knife. It hurts but you also want to laugh. The pain is because you're too tired, and the laughter is because you can make money."

"Brilliant!"

Song Yi gave a thumbs up in praise.

"What? It's just a fart!" Zhou Le waved his hands helplessly: "I can't keep any of the money I earn. Now my savings are enough to support me for the rest of my life without food or drink."

But after saying that, he looked at Song Yi again and said, "My half-brother has a very high emotional intelligence. He can always talk to people in a comfortable way. If you have any work to do in the future, you can help him. It's not too difficult, but he will definitely have no problem appearing on variety shows."

"Okay, but give me some money."

"Of course I'll give it to you. I'll give you the share the company takes from him. After all, I can't let my sister work in vain."

Speaking of variety shows, Zhou Le suddenly thought of something: "Qi Ling, have you ever thought about trying rap? You guys who do crosstalk are proficient in everything, right? Plus, you're being told lines all day long, so you're pretty good at speaking. But more importantly, your education is perfect for it."

Guo Qiling waved his hands: "Forget it, they are playing underground, diss this, diss that all day long. If I go out and say bad words like them, my dad will beat me to death.

But come to think of it, my education level is just right. If I had studied five or six more years, it would have been inappropriate.”

Just talking about the topic of academic qualifications, Song Yi, an undergraduate student in the Performance Department of Central Academy of Drama, is considered to be quite good.

"Although Qi Ling didn't receive much education, he's quite knowledgeable. Regardless of education, one should have sufficient knowledge. I dislike people who don't even know common sense.

Sometimes communicating with them feels exhausting. Their eyes are filled with clarity untainted by knowledge, and these people are usually stubborn, like coconuts.”

"The skull is hard, but it's full of water, right?"

"Yes, sometimes it always gives people a feeling of being empty-headed, like a hopelessly illiterate person."

When Guo Qiling first heard the description of a hopeless illiterate, he found it interesting.

"Brother Le, what a hopeless illiterate person says! No wonder he's a top student. We're just copying others, but Brother Le has already started to create classics."

"What? You're making me sound like some great writer. I'm just eating other people's leftovers. I didn't create this word, it came from a Ukrainian comedy.

"No, Le, you've also dabbled in Ukrainian literature?"

“I just saw it by accident.”

"It's really great."

It was not until the meal was almost over that Zhou Le remembered that he and Song Yi had not added each other on WeChat. But just as he scanned the code and wrote the note, Zhou Le suddenly realized that Song Yi's name seemed a bit strange.

"Um, can I ask a rather presumptuous question?"

"How presumptuous is that?"

"That's quite presumptuous, isn't it?"

"Then ask."

"Exactly. Does anyone usually call you Song Tie?"

(End of this chapter)