Spear Teacher

"......"

The old man was also stunned by her question.

Seeing this, Old Zhao on the side immediately spoke up to smooth things over for the old man:

"Master, it is indeed a bit presumptuous to ask this question. Can you at least add the word please?"

Add please?

When Jiang Qiyu heard this, a sentence suddenly popped up in her mind, 'Do your parents invite you? '.

What if this old man who is not in a good mental state accidentally said 'please' instead of 'relatives'...

She will be hurt again.

"Old man..."

Before the wheelchair Zhang Sanfeng in front of him said something worse, Jiang Qiyu spoke first:

"Since the misunderstanding has been resolved, we still have a scene in the afternoon. What do you think..."

"Yeah."

Seeing that she took the initiative to change the subject, the old man also suppressed those unrealistic thoughts and nodded gently.

"Then we'll go first. You... take care of yourself."

After saying that, Jiang Qiyu turned sideways and waved to Yu Xiaoyu, whose face was already covered with bruises, and signaled her to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

"That..."

But Yu Xiaoyu stood there a little shyly, scratching her head awkwardly:

"Can I ask where you bought this fruit?"

To be honest, she had never bought such sweet and delicious oranges before.

"This..."

Old Zhao smiled and said casually:

"The fruits in our manor are freshly airlifted from all over the world every day. If you want to buy, I can introduce you to the channel."

"Air..."

Yu Xiaoyu's face froze, and she immediately thought of her meager income, and immediately wilted:

"Thank you, Butler Zhao, I don't want to buy it, I, I just asked."

Having managed such a large manor for decades, how could Butler Zhao not see the embarrassment of this young assistant, so he didn't point it out, but nodded with a smile.

But the old man was very generous, and when he saw this, he waved his hand at the remaining fresh fruits in front of the monument:

"You will have to bear the consequences!"

"..."

When these words came out, everyone present was stunned again.

Seeing Yu Xiaoyu tremble and almost kneel on the ground, Jiang Qiyu realized that the old man was not targeting her just now.

He really can't speak.

Strictly speaking, he treats everyone equally.

After waving her hand to Butler Zhao, Jiang Qiyu turned around and walked slowly to the tombstone.

She hadn't looked closely before, but just glanced at it roughly. Now she was really curious about the owner of the tombstone.

A huge stone tablet with elaborate carvings stood in the middle of the open space. The text on it was very simple, with only a few lines of words written in a majestic style -

Daughter Qiao Wanyi

The person who erected the tablet, father Qiao Xingzhang

There was another line of small characters on the right, which was a poem:

Water lilies gradually turn green with the evening, and the river clouds turn white to spring.

In addition, what Jiang Qiyu was most curious about was the photo.

Although the old man's words were a bit explosive, his mental state seemed to be stable.

He shouldn't mistake two completely different people for no reason.

Right above the inscription was a photo in black and white.

But even without any color, she could tell that the woman in the photo was very beautiful.

The woman had a faint smile on her lips, her eyes and eyebrows were gentle and gentle, and her eyebrows were even more beautiful and moving.

It was a look that anyone would easily like.

"......"

Jiang Qiyu frowned slightly.

Just looking at the photo, this young beauty was only 50% similar to her, how could Mr. Qiao admit his mistake so firmly?

It was really strange...

But she didn't think much about it, and the doubt was only for a moment.

Putting her mind back, she, who had always been materialistic, bowed solemnly in front of the tomb.

And promised to go back to help the tomb owner knock the electronic wooden fish to accumulate merit, then said goodbye to the heavy-faced old man and went down the mountain along the path she came from.

"......"

Watching the two people's backs gradually going away, for a long time, Mr. Qiao frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Old Zhao, go check this girl."

"Okay, Master."

Old Zhao nodded and took out his mobile phone from his inner pocket very neatly.

He swiped the screen twice, and then handed the phone to Mr. Qiao respectfully with great efficiency:

"Take a look, this is the Baidu Encyclopedia of Miss Jiang just now."

"......"

The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the screen. The photo that was perfect and refined but lost 70% of its charm, his cold eyes instantly swept over Old Zhao, gritting his teeth:

"......Don't force me to slap you."

"???"

The old man almost killed her when he touched her.Seeing the look in the eyes of the old man, Old Zhao's hands trembled, and he almost threw the phone at the old man's face.

He grabbed the phone in a hurry, his expression froze slightly, and he immediately reacted to the old man's intention.

"......"

Looking in the direction where the figure could no longer be seen, he nodded with complicated eyes:

"Yes."

——

And here, Yu Xiaoyu had already walked a long way with Jiang Qiyu.

Although she regretted that she could no longer eat such expensive fruits, she was also full of gratitude at this time.

Fortunately, the grandfather of the top wealthy family was generous and did not surf the Internet often.

Otherwise, Jiang Qiyu, a female star who was still on the rise, would become a female star with constant black material in the blink of an eye.

Because they wasted too much time on the mountain, the two arrived at the crew a little later than the agreed shooting time.

Lu Heng had finished his part and left the crew.

Director Yuan didn't say anything about the farce in the morning, but just glanced at Jiang Qiyu unhappily:

"We agreed to arrive before 2pm, what time is it now?"

"Hehe..."

Jiang Qiyu looked at her phone, leaned over and grinned at Director Yuan:

"Isn't it only 1:70? Not even 2 o'clock."

"..."

Time is in decimal? Who taught her to look at it this way?

Director Yuan couldn't help rolling his eyes, but didn't say much.

After all, it's common for actors to be late in this circle, at least Jiang Qiyu's attitude is quite correct.

Everyone didn't waste time, and the makeup artist pulled her into the dressing room.

The rest of the staff also started to set up the scene, light up and debug the machine according to their respective division of labor.

Two scenes were planned to be shot this afternoon, one for her solo shot and the other for the rivalry with Jiang Mian.

Shangguan Yunshao, played by Jiang Qiyu, is a rich heir in the movie, and is also a competitor in the business world with Ouyang Ruoyi, played by Jiang Mian.

The two families have been feuding for a long time, and this is the first time that the two heirs compete for the same project.

Ouyang Ruoyi is the heroine, so she naturally uses her wisdom to defeat Shangguan Group and get the project, but Shangguan Yunshao, who lost, is unwilling to accept it.

He uses dishonorable means to trip up the heroine everywhere behind her back.

The first shot is the rivalry between Shangguan Yunshao and his subordinates——

Shangguan Yunshao gathered a group of subordinates, sat in the main seat and sneered sinisterly:

"You are all high-end talents that I have spent a lot of money to dig from all over the country. Tell us your plans."

Extra A: "I suggest that we send someone to sneak into Ouyang Ruoyi's office and kill their fortune tree with boiling water! Cut off their roots!"

Extra B: "I suggest that the God of Wealth provided by Ouyang Group be replaced with Ultraman, so that they will become out men from now on!"

Extra C: "I suggest that when Ouyang Ruoyi entertains customers, their menu should be secretly changed to a herring banquet!"

Extra D: "I suggest..."

Shangguan Yunshao: "I suggest that you stop suggesting it."

——

What an outrageous plot it sounds like.

But Director Yuan insisted that the plot was adapted from real events, and artistic creation should be a combination of reality and fiction.

Jiang Qiyu believed it, but not completely.