Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 104 Teacher Meng, your takeout has arrived.

4:13 PM, Hengdian.

The air in Hengdian World Studios was filled with the unique smell of plaster powder mixed with sunscreen. As soon as Jiang Qing stepped out of the car, she was hit by a wave of heat carrying wood chips from props.

He subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes from the scorching midday sun in June, and through his fingers he saw extras dressed in costumes from various dynasties riding shared electric bikes past.

The wide sleeves billowed in the wind, revealing a smartphone tucked into the cuff.

Excuse me!

The costume designer, pushing a mobile clothes rack, brushed past Jiang Qing's elbow, the full palace costumes swaying.

Jiang Qing glanced around and saw a Starbucks delivery cart parked in front of the old Republic of China bank with its blue bricks and gray tiles. A clerk wearing a melon-shaped hat was adding a milk ball to an Americano. An extra who looked like a Ming Dynasty imperial guard was squatting by the palace wall watching short videos. A brocade spring knife was casually tossed aside.

It's really quite lively.

"Watch out for the carriage!"

A sharp shout suddenly pierced the air.

As Jiang Qing stepped aside to avoid the danger, a magnificent, gilded palace carriage roared past, its shaft bearing a sign that read "No Smoking."

The eunuch-dressed man driving the carriage held the reins in one hand while talking on the phone in the other, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Where's the promised Akhal-Teke horse model?"

At this moment, a girl dressed in ancient costume leaned out of the carriage, her kingfisher feather hairpin trembling from the bumpy ride.

"Brother, can you stop for a second? My contact lens fell out!"

The eunuch glanced back at her, then continued shouting into the phone without stopping.

Jiang Qing couldn't help but chuckle to herself, but when she looked up, her attention was suddenly drawn to the three cranes.

In the shadow of a giant green screen moving slowly, a wire operator adjusts steel cables twenty meters in the air, while below, stuntmen in armor are playing shuttlecock in a circle, which is very eye-catching.

"This is a remake of the scene from 'The Emperor Wu of Han' where Marquis Changping goes on an expedition."

A tour guide holding a small flag suddenly appeared beside Jiang Qing, startling him.

"They're filming a spy drama on that Republican-era street over there. I heard they got over ten blood bags yesterday."

Before he finished speaking, a woman in a cheongsam stepped out from under the flag of the Republic of China, her curvaceous figure attracting the attention of many passersby.

Jiang Qing glanced at her subconsciously and commented that she was not as good as Sister Meng, then continued walking forward.

He hadn't walked far when he saw several workers squatting at the alley entrance, splashing artificial snow onto the road. Foam particles stuck to the canvas of the roasted chestnut stall, and the proprietress was angrily cursing at them.

He smiled and shook his head, continuing on his way.

"Cut! Extras, watch your positions!"

As they passed by the gate of a palace, the director's loudspeaker blared, and an actor dressed in a dragon robe rushed out of the gate.

"Medical staff! Someone has heatstroke!"

Soon, two guards dressed in flying fish robes rushed in, and a moment later they came out carrying a girl dressed as a palace maid in a hurry.

This is the third one this month.

An elderly woman selling iced drinks by the roadside was packing bottled water into an insulated box when she suddenly shook her head and spoke.

"Wearing three layers of clothing, kneeling under the sun for two hours"

Before she could finish speaking, the sound of shattering glass suddenly came from the corner of the Minguo Street.

Jiang Qing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black-clad agent suspended by wires knock over a light board, while a male actor in a long robe pushed aside a terrified female student extra, in which case he himself was cut and bled.

"Looks like being an actor isn't easy!"

He sighed and continued walking.

As the pale gold shawl swept across the eaves, Jiang Qing finally spotted the sign for the "Agarwood Like Crumbs" film crew.

Sensing the movement above, he instinctively looked up.

Above the nine-tiered eaves, a pale golden figure appeared and disappeared among the railings, graceful as a startled swan in the dazzling sunlight.

"Hurry up! This is the last time!"

A sound is coming from the loudspeaker.

When that slender figure gracefully leaped down from the thirty-meter-high Star-Picking Tower, Jiang Qing subconsciously took half a step forward.

Even though he saw the wires around her neck, he couldn't help but feel a twitch in his eyelids.

The blower roared, and the smoky blue shawl fluttered in the air as she spread her arms. The moment her toes touched the lotus leaf stone sculpture, the wire came to an abrupt stop. With the sound of the rope tightening, she landed steadily, and Jiang Qing's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, also settled down.

"Okay! Let's pass this one!"

The director woke up the crew member next to the cordon by the sound of the walkie-talkie. He ran towards Jiang Qing, his voice preceding his arrival.

Hello, this is our film crew.

He suddenly widened his eyes, then took out his phone from his pocket, looked at Jiang Qing and then at the screen, where the trending search term "Jiang Qing, the male lead at the beginning" was prominently displayed.

"You...you are..."

"Snapped!"

In his nervousness, his phone slipped from his hand.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, surprised that the stagehand was so nervous.

The stagehand hurriedly bent down to pick up the phone, his neck turning bright red from the effort.

"Um, Mr. Jiang, Teacher Meng has seven scenes scheduled for today, but after this one, we'll be moving to Group B."

"Thank you, no need to rush, let's talk slowly."

Jiang Qing tried to keep her voice calm, wondering if the stagehand had been misled by the trending topics and thought she was some kind of unreasonable capitalist.

Meng Ziyi was panting, her hands on her hips, leaning against a pillar under the corridor. The hair ornament on her head swayed and trembled with the rise and fall of her chest.

Suddenly, the production assistant had a flash of inspiration and grabbed the walkie-talkie, shouting so loudly that the entire set could hear him clearly.

"Teacher Meng! Your takeout has arrived!"

takeout?

What kind of takeout?
When did I order takeout?
Meng Ziyi turned her head in confusion to look at the source of the sound. The moment she saw Jiang Qing, her expression froze for a moment, then turned into one of delight.

No wonder he didn't reply to my messages at noon!
Let's try this one!
Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, surprised by the actions of the young stagehand in front of her.

Dude, you're really good at this!
Meeting Jiang Qing's gaze, the stagehand gave an awkward smile, silently turned around, and pulled up the safety tape.

Jiang Qingchong smiled and nodded, then stepped inside the cordon.

The moment the police tape was lowered, the entire film set seemed to be put on pause.

The camera assistant, who was adjusting the track lights, stood frozen in place with his head tilted back. The production assistant, who was holding a reflector, was blinded by the spotlight and didn't even bother to look away. Even the director, Guo Hu, forgot to chew the half-eaten apple in his hand, and the juice dripped from between his fingers onto the monitor.

"cough!"

Cheng Yi was the first to react, and while adjusting his waist belt, he rubbed against Yang Zi's arm.

The two exchanged gossipy glances. This is the person who dominated the trending searches today, and she actually showed up on our set?

Yang Zi thought about it more deeply. She knew that Meng Ziyi had always been thinking about this person, but since she came back from her last leave, she suddenly stopped mentioning it and often sat on her phone, smiling foolishly.

Look at it this way...

Tsk tsk tsk!
Mengmeng is amazing!
When Meng Ziyi ran over, lifting her skirt, the butterfly antennae made of gold thread in her hair trembled wildly.

The pale gold gauze sleeves were blown by the wind, revealing a pomegranate red brocade horse-face skirt underneath, the twelve panels of the skirt billowing like the morning glow with her steps.

She ran so fast that the belt she was wearing almost hit Jiang Qing's chest. In her haste to grab it, she stepped on her own shawl and stumbled forward.

"Be careful."

Jiang Qing reached out and supported her elbow. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she had a pearl flower decoration on her forehead and phoenix tails drawn in indigo at the corners of her eyes, which seemed to spread their wings and fly away as her eyelashes trembled.

"You, how did you..."

Meng Ziyi caught her breath, then suddenly frowned and glared at him with wide eyes. "You don't even reply to your phone messages!"

She lowered her voice and spoke fiercely, yet her cheeks still bore the redness from being suspended by wires, making her look like a Persian cat with its fur standing on end.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to explain, she turned around and pulled him toward the surveillance camera, stopping only when they reached the crowd gathered in front of it.

"Director Guo, this is my friend Jiang Qing."

Meng Ziyi chuckled as she spoke.

"But you should all know each other."

The splash of apple juice in front of the monitor happened to form an exclamation mark. Guo Hu wiped his hands and smiled as he reached out to Jiang Qing.

"I just saw the news about President Jiang today, and I didn't expect to meet him in person so soon. Welcome, welcome."

He glanced at Meng Ziyi's hand, which was almost twisting the sleeve out of shape, and smiled knowingly.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a little late today. I've ordered a food truck, and it will be delivered tomorrow at noon."

Jiang Qing moved his wrist, and Meng Ziyi realized that she was still holding onto his sleeve. She quickly shrank her neck and let go.

Jiang Qingcai was finally able to free his hand and shake hands with Guo Hu.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Jiang, um..."

Guo Hu smiled and expressed his gratitude. He looked Jiang Qing up and down, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Since President Jiang is here, how about making a guest appearance..."

"Director Guo!"

Yang Zi suddenly raised her voice, cutting off the conversation.

She skipped and hopped forward, the golden phoenix hairpins and pearls adorning her temples dazzling the eye.

"Mengmeng, you really are something, not even letting our distinguished guest sit down."

He then personally brought over a chair, displaying an obsequious and ingratiating demeanor.

Meng Ziyi covered her face as she watched her performance, while Jiang Qing smiled and nodded at this rarely seen "Xiaoxue".

"Thank you very much, Teacher Yang Zi."

"Oh, it's my pleasure, it's my pleasure."

Cheng Yi leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, suppressing a laugh as he watched Jiang Qing being pressed into a chair by Yang Zi.

“Our Mengmeng often talks about President Jiang.”

Yang Zi held a round fan to fan Meng Ziyi, but her eyes were glancing at Jiang Qing's reaction.

"Last time I was suspended by wires, I got hurt and they said they'd post about it..."

"Teacher Yang!"

Meng Ziyi jumped up and covered her mouth, the jade pendant at her waist jingling loudly.

Guo Hu suddenly raised a megaphone and shouted.

"Hey you! Get Mr. Jiang a bottle of water, it's so hot today."

He turned his head and muttered to himself.

"Do all tech people look like this now? How are we supposed to play the Emperor when our male lead is supposed to do it..."

Cheng Yi coughed at the opportune moment.

"Director, I'm still here."

Today he was dressed in the Emperor's battle attire, with silver armor and a purple robe that looked quite imposing, but he was also holding a small handheld fan for cooling down.

"Ah this..."

Guo Hu paused for a moment, and Meng Ziyi and the others burst out laughing.

The film set gradually came to life.

The props team girl pretended to tidy up her makeup box, but actually kept taking pictures of Jiang Qing with her phone. The lighting technician was suspiciously slow in adjusting the angle, and the reflector was almost touching Jiang Qing's face.

The most amazing thing was an extra playing a fairy maiden who carried a fruit platter back and forth eight times, and the grapes in the glass cup were almost dried into raisins.

Jiang Qing is the talk of the internet today; who isn't curious?
"That's enough for you!"

Meng Ziyi suddenly put her hands on her hips, pouted, and looked around.

"Haven't you ever seen a living person before?"

Her ear tips were so red they looked like they could bleed, yet she stubbornly stuck out her neck and acted fierce, just like a cockatoo with its feathers standing on end.

Jiang Qing suppressed a laugh and got up to defuse the situation.

"I was being presumptuous, I should have said so earlier..."

"What do you mean, 'in advance'?!"

Meng Ziyi turned around and glared at him, her fingertip poking his chest before she pulled back as if she'd been electrocuted.

"We should have launched a surprise attack!"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until it was almost buried in her neck.

Jiang Qing smiled wryly; this girl really was just a paper tiger.

Just then, the stagehand rushed over with a clapperboard in hand.

"Teacher Meng, the next scene will be set in Penglai Immortal Island!"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he stammered out another sentence.

"The cranes... the crane feed has been spilled. Don't worry, we need to redo the green screen..."

This made everyone laugh.

Guo Hu looked at the frozen image on the monitor and suddenly chuckled, touching his chin.

"Mr. Jiang, would you be interested in playing the role of a deity? Just stand on a cloud and say something about the beginning and end of a cycle, you can make up the words on the spot!"

He pointed to the wire harness that hadn't been removed yet.

"The equipment is readily available. Shall we have Ziyi fly a couple of laps with you?"

"director!"

Meng Ziyi's sudden shout startled the pigeons under the eaves.

"If you keep doing this, I'm going on strike!"

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and made as if to run away.

Cheng Yi suddenly took out his phone.

"I suddenly feel that Ying Yuan should change his sword..."

While speaking, the camera honestly focused on Jiang Qing.

Yang Zi leaned over to look at the preview image and burst out laughing.

"Send it to me in a bit."

Oh, you guys!

Seeing that no one cared about her, Meng Ziyi angrily pinched her waist.

"what……"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Only Jiang Qingyan looked at the girl in front of him with a strange expression, seemingly lost in thought.

Meng Ziyi happened to turn her head to look at him, and her face turned red the moment their eyes met.

What's that scoundrel thinking in broad daylight?!
Pooh!
(End of this chapter)