Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

As the car door slid open, the damp, cold air unique to Xinchang, mixed with the smell of earth, rushed straight into my nostrils.

Before Yu Le could even stick his foot out of the car, a large, bearded face was right in front of him.

Zhang Jizhong smiled so brightly, his face full of wrinkles like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Oh, my dear brother Yu! We've been waiting for you to come back!"

The bearded man was so enthusiastic, he practically wanted to give Yu Le a bear hug.

Yu Le leaned back in disgust, extending a finger to firmly press against Zhang Jizhong's shoulder as he leaned in.

"Old Zhang, calm down. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were going to assault him."

Zhang Jizhong wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and looked past Yu Le, landing on Liu Qianqian, who had just jumped out of the car. His gaze finally settled on the pink figure carrying a box out of the trunk.

The pink figure was small and round, looking like a high school student.

"And this is..." Zhang Jizhong pointed at Yang Nuo with a puzzled look, "Qianqian's new assistant? She's so small, can she even do any work? I hope she doesn't end up crying from exhaustion and the crew has to comfort her."

Yu Le took out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and slowly cracked one open.

"Old Zhang, judging people by their appearance will lead to big trouble. This is Yang Nuo, the chief agent and security director of our Salted Fish Entertainment."

"Security Director?"

Zhang Jizhong almost burst out laughing.

That's it?

It's not even as tall as his prop sword, and he calls that security?

As they were talking, the driver over there was looking at the two heavy, large flight cases that Yu Le had brought, looking worried.

"Young lady, this is too heavy. Move aside, I'll call two stagehands to come and lift it..."

Before the driver could finish speaking, Yang Nuo rolled up her sleeves, revealing two sections of her fair, slender arms.

She clapped her hands first, then grabbed the handles of a suitcase with one hand.

"rise!"

A clear, sweet shout.

Two boxes, larger than her combined, floated lightly off the ground.

Yang Nuo remained calm and composed, even giving the dumbfounded Zhang Jizhong a sweet smile that revealed her two adorable little tiger teeth.

"Hello Director Zhang! Nice to meet you! Where should I put the box? Third floor, right? Okay!"

After saying that, the pink "Super Strong Barbie" carried two giant suitcases and strode up the steep and narrow stairs of the guesthouse with light steps.

It moved so fast that it created a gust of wind.

The lid of the thermos cup in Zhang Jizhong's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

He stiffly turned his neck to look at Yu Le, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"This...this person is a trained martial artist?"

Yu Le patted Zhang Jizhong on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Old Zhang, watch your mouth next time. If this girl slips up, your old bones can't take her messing around."

……

In the following days, Yang Nuo demonstrated to the entire "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" crew what it means to be a "top-notch working person" through her actions.

She was like a wound-up little motor, tirelessly shuttling between film sets.

At five in the morning, while most people were still dreaming and drooling, she was already on set without fail, reserving the best makeup spot for Liu Qianqian and polishing Yu Le's personal recliner until it shone.

Lunch break is the most chaotic time for the film crew.

Hundreds of extras charged forward like hungry wolves, creating a scene comparable to a zombie apocalypse.

But as soon as that pink figure stands there.

Without lifting a finger, the mere act of calmly lifting a 50-pound bucket of mung bean soup onto the table with one hand was enough to make the burly men around him line up in two rows, behaving as obediently as kindergarten children.

"Sister Sisi, please make the braised pork a little leaner, and add more sauce! Thank you, chef!"

"Boss Yu doesn't eat cilantro, so please pick out as little as possible! Thank you!"

Yang Nuo returned with a smile, carrying two boxed lunches that were not only generously portioned but also more exquisitely presented than those of others, followed by a string of envious and jealous glances.

Liu Qianqian sat in the nanny van, holding the mountain of braised pork, humming happily.

"Sister Nuonuo, you're amazing! Before, Yu Le and I had to squeeze together to get food!"

Yu Le lay to the side, enjoying the warm towel Yang Nuo handed him to wipe his hands, letting out a decadent sigh.

"That's what professionalism is all about. That's life."

Besides daily life matters, Yang Nuo was also busy on set.

On one occasion, one of the lighting crew's booms wobbled a few times, and it looked like it was about to fall towards Liu Qianqian.

People around screamed in fright, and before they could react, a pink lightning bolt had already shot past.

Yang Nuo kicked aside the prop box blocking her way, and with one hand, she braced herself against the heavy crane that was tipping over, managing to push it back up.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she dusted off her hands and gave the stunned lighting technician a sweet smile.

"Master, the screws are loose. Remember to tighten them, or I'll have to charge you a scare fee next time."

From then on, everyone in the crew, no matter who they were, had to respectfully call Yang Nuo "Sister Nuo".

Even Zhang Jizhong, with his big beard, would instinctively shrink back whenever he saw Yang Nuo, fearing that this girl might give him an over-the-shoulder throw one day if she was in a bad mood.

The days slipped by in a rhythm of "Yang Nuo carrying the whole team" and "Yu Le leisurely slacking off".

It was early March before we knew it.

The atmosphere in the once peaceful mountain valley suddenly became somewhat strange.

It started with a group of martial arts performers from Guangdong who gathered together and whispered mysteriously about a strange disease in their hometown that was highly contagious and had even sold out of Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine).

Then, sporadic news reports began to appear.

"Atypical pneumonia", "respiratory infection", "high fever"...

These words, like a virus, traveled along telephone lines and television signals, infiltrating this closed little world.

That evening, the film crew wrapped up early.

Everyone gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the guesthouse to watch the news broadcast.

On the television screen, the host solemnly reported on the latest developments of the epidemic in various regions.

Although it hasn't reached the stage of a full-blown outbreak yet, the oppressive feeling of an impending storm has already weighed heavily on everyone present.

"Is this thing... really that weird?"

Hu Jun frowned, forgetting to drink the bottle of Erguotou in his hand.

"I heard it's quite effective; people are scrambling to buy white vinegar and Banlangen (Isatis root) because they say it can kill viruses."

A stagehand nearby chimed in with lingering fear, "My wife just called me and said that pharmacies in Beijing are starting to have long queues too."

Zhang Jizhong sat at the very front, his face somewhat dark.

The filming is only halfway done. If something goes wrong at this point, the losses will be huge.

He turned his head and looked at Yu Le, who was sitting in the corner peeling an orange.

"Xiao Yu, what do you think? Our film crew..."

Yu Le popped a segment of orange into his mouth, chewed it, and remained calmer than anyone else.

"What's the panic?"

He patted the orange peel off his hands, stood up, and looked around at the anxious crowd in the hall.

"Where are we now? In a remote mountain valley near the Great Buddha Temple in Xinchang. It's like a paradise; no matter how chaotic things are outside, the virus still needs to buy a ticket and take a bus to get in, right?"

"and……"

Yu Le pointed to the large boxes placed in the corner.

That was a large batch of supplies that he had Yang Nuo specifically purchase before he returned to Beijing.

At the time, everyone thought they were snacks and local specialties, and no one paid any attention.

"Yang Nuo, open the box."

Yang Nuo stepped forward and ripped the tape open with a few quick "rips".

The lid of the box was opened.

Inside, boxes of face masks were neatly stacked, along with crates of hand sanitizer and Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine).

The audience was silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Yu Le as if he were a monster.

Is this some kind of prophecy?

"Mr. Yu... Mr. Yu, what is this...?"

Zhang Jizhong even started to stutter.

Yu Le shrugged, looking completely nonchalant.

"I saw on the news a while ago that the flu was serious in the south, so I, being a health-conscious person, prepared some extra. I didn't think I'd need it, but now it seems like it came in handy by accident."

He certainly couldn't say he was a time traveler, so he could only blame it on "cherishing his life".

"Starting tomorrow, the film crew will be under closed management."

Yu Le dropped his nonchalant attitude, his tone became serious, and he exuded a convincing authority.

"No one may leave the premises unless absolutely necessary."

"We take their temperature twice a day, morning and evening, and Yang Nuo is in charge of supervising it."

"As for these supplies..."

Yu Le kicked the box.

"Everyone gets a share. As long as you follow instructions, I guarantee you'll finish filming safely."

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately, a thunderous applause and cheers erupted.

"Boss Yu is awesome!"