Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 90: Da Tian Tian invited someone to a spa and got into a fight with the other side.

This meal wasn't like a business dinner that dragged on and on; most of the people at the table were young people in their twenties.

Aside from being quite serious at work, Jiang Ye doesn't like to put on airs in his daily life. He often tells a few dry jokes and chats warmly with everyone.

Li Xianzheng was excitedly recounting the embarrassing incident of being chased by a small dog in the ancient city during the afternoon's location shooting, while Bailu kept giggling beside him, and Maodeshu, holding a wine glass, would occasionally chime in.

Jing Tian also let go of the aloofness he had when he first arrived, and would even smile gently when he listened with great interest.

The warm yellow light shone on the food on the table, mixed with the sound of the stream outside the window, creating an atmosphere as relaxed as the evening breeze in Dali.

Zhang Songwen had just picked up a piece of water hyacinth with his chopsticks and was listening intently to Li Xian's story when Jiang Ye suddenly put down his wine glass, looked at him, and said in a tone that was a few degrees more serious than before: "Teacher Zhang, I have something important to tell you."

The laughter on the table immediately subsided, and everyone subconsciously looked at Jiang Ye.

Zhang Songwen put down her chopsticks, smiled, and raised her hand: "Director Jiang, please speak, I'm listening."

“I have a notebook here,” Jiang Ye leaned forward slightly, “You can look through it when you get home tonight. Now that we’re in the same company, we’re family.”

“But I don’t want you to just be a performance teacher.” He paused, emphasizing his words, “That would be a waste of your talent.”

Zhang Songwen was stunned...

Bai Lu and Li Xian, who were standing next to each other, exchanged a glance and held their breath.

Is Director Jiang planning to give Teacher Zhang a role?
Cat Tree quietly sat up straight, and even Jing Tian stopped picking up food with his chopsticks, clearly not expecting the topic to turn this way.

“You can go back and discuss it with your agent,” Jiang Ye continued, his tone sincere. “I’d like to sign your agency contract as well.”

“We are not just teachers and students, but also comrades-in-arms, working together to bring good characters and good stories to the screen. You understand acting and life. Such a treasure of an actor should not just be hidden behind the monitor on set.”

The surprise in Zhang Songwen's eyes slowly turned into emotion: "Director Jiang's words... are a bit unexpected. What is that script?"

""hurricane""

Jiang Ye uttered two words, looked into his eyes, and said, "The role I'm giving you is a gangster boss who climbed his way up from a fishmonger at the bottom."

"He is not a stereotypical bad guy. He has weaknesses, struggles, and a ruthlessness that comes from being driven to the brink of despair by an honest person. He also has a deep-seated, stubborn tenderness towards his family."

"From the bloodstains at the fish stall to the scheming in suits, from the shouts at the market to the loneliness at the top of power. This role is so rich in layers that you were the first person I thought of."

He became more and more engrossed in his speech: "Think about it, how does a nobody, crushed by life, gradually grow fangs? How does he repeatedly navigate between human relationships and self-interest? This complexity of human nature is extremely difficult to portray well!"

"This is not a simple anti-gangster drama, but a story of an ordinary person struggling in the torrent of the times. It is a big role and a great challenge, but it is definitely outstanding."

Zhang Songwen's eyes lit up, his relaxed posture gradually tensed, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the tablecloth.

He had seen too many one-dimensional characters, but the fishmonger Jiang Ye described was like a pebble thrown into the center of a lake, instantly creating ripples in his heart.

"From fishmonger... to triad boss?" he repeated in a low voice, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes. "The arc of this transformation is truly impressive."

"It's more than just powerful, it's practically tailor-made for you." Jiang Ye laughed. "You observe life so closely, you know the everyday atmosphere of the market, the expressions and mannerisms of ordinary people. If you were to play this role, you would definitely be able to make it work."

"Boss, can I act too?"

At this table, only Bai Lu dares to ask for roles so directly.

Jiang Ye rolled his eyes at her, annoyed. "With your acting skills, would you rather play a fish?"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Bai Lu's face turned red with anger.

Zhang Songwen was somewhat intrigued: "Then...when will this movie be filmed?"

“This project needs some time to be approved and approved, maybe next year, maybe two years later.” Jiang Ye raised his glass. “I’ll have my assistant send the script to your room tonight. Take a look at it first, and if you find it interesting, we can discuss the contract in more detail. In short, I look forward to working with you to tell this story well.”

He then changed the subject, saying, "I have to be honest with you. The review process for a realistic anti-gangster film like 'Raging Waves' is much stricter than that for 'Si Teng.' I've already submitted the script to the Guangdong Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission, but I've only received preliminary feedback so far, and there are still many parts that need to be revised."

Zhang Songwen nodded: "This kind of subject matter is sensitive, so we have to be careful."

"Moreover, there is no template for this kind of drama. If the policy direction changes even slightly, the plot may have to be drastically altered, and several episodes may even have to be reshot."

He looked at Zhang Songwen with sincere eyes, "So the risks are there, and it's hard to say whether it will be broadcast smoothly. But it's precisely because it's difficult that we need actors like you. If you're willing to take the role, we'll shoulder the burden together. If you feel it's inappropriate, you can say no anytime after reading the script."

The moonlight outside the window spilled onto the table. Zhang Songwen thought of the drafty bungalow on the outskirts of Yanjing, the countless film crews he had been rejected by, and Zhao Yude's words to persevere a little longer.

He raised his glass, his hand trembling slightly: "Director Jiang, this is a toast to you."

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Jiang Ye said, "Welcome to Jiangying Media, Mr. Gao Qiqiang."

Bai Lu suddenly raised her hand: "Boss! Can I work odd jobs on the set of 'Raging Storm'? I want to see Teacher Zhang act!"

Everyone laughed.

The night breeze caressed the upturned eaves of the ancient city, carrying the moisture from Erhai Lake, and gently brushed over everyone's smiling face.

At the restaurant entrance, the group, having finished their meal, said their goodbyes in twos and threes.

Jiang Ye was about to return to the hotel when he suddenly heard the sound of egrets behind him.

"Boss!" She was holding Jing Tian's arm, and the two of them had been whispering for a long time, both with smiles on their faces.

"Sister Tian said she's treating me to a spa, do you want to come along?"

Jing Tian stepped forward and said, "A-Ye, let's go together. You've been focusing on filming lately, and your dark circles are practically hanging down to your chin. Go and relax."

Jiang Ye certainly couldn't refuse such a good opportunity!
They arrived at the Banyan Tree Spa at the foot of Cangshan Mountain outside Dali Old Town.

This upscale club is hidden deep in a bamboo forest; I wonder how Da Tian Tian found it.

"Distinguished guests, this way please."

A waiter dressed in Bai ethnic clothing pushed open the teak door, and a delicate cedar scent wafted out.

Inside the private room, three massage beds were arranged in a fan shape, separated by a semi-transparent gauze curtain.

Jing Tian naturally chose the central position. Bai Lu was about to move to the right when she was gently pulled back by her: "Xiao Bai, you sleep here."

The leftmost position was reserved for Jiang Ye.

The masseuse quietly left, leaving behind only three neatly folded silk bathrobes.

"Let's change your clothes."

Jing Tian untied her hair, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Her fingertips rested on the buttons of her cheongsam, and she suddenly turned to look at Jiang Ye, who was staring at her in a daze: "Does it look good?"

"nice!"

"Do you want to see me take off my clothes, little brother?!"

Jiang Ye's face flushed, and he grabbed his bathrobe and headed for the changing room, with Bai Lu's barely suppressed laughter coming from behind him.

To be honest, Da Tian Tian was quite charming when she let her hair down just now; Jiang Ye almost got dizzy looking at her.

He quickly muttered "Dudu" in his mind to calm himself down.

Thinking about Sister Meng at this time might worsen your temper.

The sound of warm water flowed, and when Jiang Ye came out again, the two ladies were already lying on the massage bed.

Jing Tian's snow-white nape gleamed like pearls in the candlelight, her waistline disappearing into the loose bathrobe.

The egret, meanwhile, was dutifully covered with a blanket, tilting its head to steal a glance at Jing Tian's perfect shoulder and neck lines.

"Lie down," Jing Tian said with his eyes closed, his voice languid. "Choose cedarwood essential oil; it suits you."

Jiang Ye had just been lying down for a while when he felt the gauze curtain on his left being blown up by the wind.

Jing Tian's hand reached through the gap in the curtain, his fingertips coated with cool essential oil, and suddenly pressed on an acupoint on the back of his neck.

"hiss--"

"Little brother, let me show you my skills! I learned from a master at home and often massage my grandpa."

She simply lifted the curtain of the cubicle and sat down, the soft sleeves of her bathrobe slipping down to reveal a section of her fair forearm.

With fingertips coated in cool rose essential oil, she slid her fingers down Jiang Ye's delicate skin from the back of his neck to his shoulder blades, her pinky finger inadvertently brushing against his spine, causing his back to tremble slightly.

"How about that? Pretty impressive, right?"

For some reason, Da Tiantian really wanted to show off in front of Jiang Ye.

Her slender fingers moved nimbly across his back, applying varying pressure to gently massage away the stiffness he had developed from days of filming.

Occasionally, when she bent down to adjust the angle, the silver hairpin in her hair would fall, and a few strands of her hair would brush against his earlobe, carrying the fresh scent of shampoo and the faint fragrance of her perfume, making his heart tremble with a ticklish feeling.

"Sister Sweetie, your cooking skills are... unbeatable!"

Jiang Ye squinted comfortably, "Whoever marries you in the future will have saved the galaxy in their past life."

Jing Tian's smile deepened, and she lightly pressed his waist with her fingertips, using a slightly coquettish force: "You're so sweet-talking."

Warm breath fell on the back of his neck as he spoke, and Jiang Ye's back tensed instantly, almost unable to bear it.

My older sister is so caring...

"I want to learn too!" Bai Lu suddenly jumped up from the massage bed opposite, her bare feet stomping on the carpet as she rushed over, her bathrobe straps hanging loosely on her shoulders, revealing a glimpse of her skin. "Go away, don't cause trouble," Jiang Ye waved his hand dismissively.

"No way!" Bailu said angrily, hands on her hips. "Last time I gave you a massage, you said my technique was terrible, like chopping wood. How can I improve if I don't learn?"

"What if you get tired later and there's no one to massage you?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of stubbornness and grievance, and her warm breath brushed against his ear.

Jing Tian watched the two bickering, then suddenly grinned mischievously and winked, "Little Bai, how about I teach you a quick trick, back massage?"

"Great!" Bai Lu's eyes lit up, completely oblivious to the teasing in her words.

"Need not!!!"

Jiang Ye looked up abruptly, wanting to stop him, but it was too late.

Bai Lu had excitedly climbed onto the bed, her fair feet still warm, and she stomped heavily on Jiang Ye's buttocks.

"Ouch! Little White Deer, be gentle!"

Jiang Ye winced in pain, but dared not move, afraid that she would lose her balance and fall.

"Hahaha!" The egret seemed to have discovered a new toy. Holding onto the wall with both hands, she carefully walked back and forth on his back. "So this is how fun it is to walk on someone's back!"

Jiang Ye, who was usually all-powerful in her eyes, was now being trampled under her feet, and this contrast excited Bai Lu for no reason.

She stomped harder and harder, even imitating the actions she saw on TV, bouncing on his butt a couple of times.

? ? ? ? ?

"Get down here!" Jiang Ye gritted his teeth. "If I step on you again, I'll deduct your pay!"

"Sister Sweetie, help!" Bai Lu lost her balance and fell backward, landing directly in Jing Tian's arms.

Jing Tian subconsciously reached out to catch it, and their soft bodies collided. Both of them laughed and fell onto the massage bed, their bathrobes open at the collar, revealing a patch of fair skin.

When Jiang Ye turned his head, he saw Jing Tian hugging Bai Lu Xiao. The candlelight shone through the glass lamp onto their faces. One of them had gentle, curved eyebrows, while the other had a cute, pouty mouth. Their hair was intertwined, and the scent of rose essential oil in the air mingled with their body fragrance, making one's heart flutter.

Jiang Ye turned his face away, pretending to adjust the sash of his bathrobe, pressing it down hard...

Who can bear this?

……

In the days that followed, the film crew could be seen busily working on the stone-paved streets of Dali Old Town, and the pace of filming noticeably accelerated.

The sounds of clapperboards, dialogue, and machinery mingled together, creating a tense and energetic atmosphere even in the morning mist.

With Zhang Songwen joining the team, Jiang Ye was finally able to extricate himself from his role as an acting supervisor.

Zhang Songwen always carries a small stool with him, and whenever he has a spare moment on set, he pulls the actors aside to discuss their scenes. He has plenty of teaching experience and a keen eye, always able to pinpoint problems accurately.

Not only has Bailu made rapid progress, but Datiantian has also improved a lot.

Meanwhile, in London, England, the biggest chaotic scene to date unfolded on the set of "Divas Hit the Road 2".

A few days ago, Meng Ziyi and Zheng Shuang hadn't started fighting yet, but Ning Jing was about to start fighting with her.

Zheng Shuang, as the first tour guide, gave everyone travel tips that were ambiguous in their wording, which Ning Jing directly criticized as a lack of culture.

Later, Ning Jing had difficulty integrating into group activities due to jet lag and physical reasons, while Zheng Shuang hoped that she could participate actively, which led to a confrontation between the two.

Ning Jing said, "Everyone has emotions, you even cried the other day!"

Zheng Shuang was naturally unconvinced and started arguing with her.

Finally, Ning Jing went so far as to curse, "Who do you think you are? Why should I look at your deadpan face?"

The production team went from being overjoyed at the beginning to being somewhat silenced now.

The main thing is, these people are just too damn genuine!

One or two acts can be the highlight, but if a whole group of people act like that, how do you film it?
Xu Qing and Ning Jing barely spoke to each other the entire time; neither of them paid any attention to the other…

Then, during the "Truth or Dare" segment after drinking, Zheng Shuang asked Xu Qing which season, the first or the second, she had more fun with. Xu Qing answered the first season, and Jing Boran pressed for the reason. Xu Qing bluntly said it was because everyone in the first season was normal.

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent, and Zheng Shuang nearly became withdrawn.

As a result, Xu Qing became estranged from the other members of the team. Later, she gradually got along with Mao Amin and Meng Ziyi, and two small groups emerged in the team.

The trigger for the conflict between Meng Ziyi and Zheng Shuang was that Yang Yang got lost while they were out for a trip today.

Yang Yang got separated from the crowd on the streets of London. Xu Qing and Ning Jing assumed he was going back to the hotel and left by car.

Upon returning and discovering this, Xu Qing and Meng Ziyi insisted on picking up Yang Yang, but no one paid any attention.

Zheng Shuang, as the tour guide, believed that Yang Yang had the address and the iPad and wouldn't lose them, so he was unwilling to go out to look for her.

It was late at night...

"Found him!" the director rushed in. "Yang Yang is in Trafalgar Square!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When a weary Yang Yang pushed open the door and came in, Mao Amin quickly handed him hot water, Meng Ziyi took out the prepared sandwiches, and even Ning Jing patted him on the shoulder.

Zheng Shuang, however, kept her head down, playing on her phone: "I already told him to remember the hotel address."

Meng Ziyi suddenly stood up: "Zheng Shuang, as a tour guide, you didn't even offer a word of concern when your teammates went missing?"

Sister Meng is very angry!
In the minds of Northeasterners, loyalty and camaraderie are ingrained in their very being.

They insist on paying the bill when eating together, offer help to friends in need, and never sabotage others behind their backs...

What I dislike most is being cunning and manipulative; I feel that's not being honest and straightforward enough.

Zheng Shuang's actions crossed her bottom line!

The air solidified instantly.

Zheng Shuang slowly raised his head, his eyes red: "What's it to you?"

“Of course it concerns me,” Meng Ziyi looked directly at her, “If Jiang Ye were here, he would never let any team member…”

"Jiang Ye! Jiang Ye!" Zheng Shuang slammed his phone down. "What can you do besides sucking up to powerful figures? Don't you even know how you got the role in 'Love O2O'?"

Meng Ziyi sneered: "It's still better than some people using body doubles in filming and slacking off on variety shows."

"You motherfucker..." Zheng Shuang grabbed a mineral water bottle and smashed it over.

Meng Ziyi dodged to the side, grabbed Zheng Shuang's wrist with her other hand, and swiftly pinned her to the sofa.

Want to fight?
Didn't you see that the only male domestic violence relief station in the country is located in Shenyang?

You, who's as thin as a bean sprout, dare to lay a hand on me?
This Siberian woman got angry and slapped him across the face...

She was somewhat dazed when she broke the bean sprouts.

Jiang Ye made her learn "women's martial arts"—was it all for this moment?

Absolutely unnecessary!
Meng Ziyi slapped him repeatedly, and Zheng Shuang struggled desperately, scratching three bloody marks on Meng Ziyi's arm with his fingernails.

Everyone present was stunned at first glance.

But I realized it immediately!
"Enough!" Mao Amin shouted sternly.

A group of people rushed forward to break up the fight, but Ning Jing took advantage of the others' inattention and stomped hard on Zheng Shuang's foot.

She really wanted to join in the attack just now...

In the monitoring room, director Liao Ke excitedly pinched the assistant director's thigh: "Did you get it? Close-up! The entire conflict needs to be captured in close-up!"

Assistant Director: "...Director, are you sure you can air this? These two are really fighting..."

"Take the photos first, then we'll talk!"

At the scene, Meng Ziyi let go of his hand and straightened her collar: "I won't hold it against you. You hit me first, so I was acting in self-defense!"

Zheng Shuang slumped to the ground, her face swollen, her makeup ruined, and half of her false eyelashes falling off. Suddenly, she burst into tears, crying, "You all bullied me!"

Xu Qing silently pulled Meng Ziyi behind her and smiled wryly at the camera: "The kids are throwing a tantrum, please excuse me."

"Ouch, Ziyi, your arm is bleeding. Should we get a vaccine?"

Everyone: "..."

Yang Yang was completely bewildered. What was going on?
Didn't he get lost?
He didn't say anything, so how did they start fighting?

A cold wind blew into his collar, and he shrank his neck, a strong thought popping into his mind.

He really doesn't want to film this lousy variety show anymore; he just wants to pack his bags.

Let whoever wants to record it record it!
(PS: This is a long chapter of 5100 words, to make the plot more complete.)

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