Young Master Fu’s Incredible Real Heiress

The agents of Jiang Yunmo and Mei Tian came over to remind them: "Don't forget your own publicity tasks, you are not here to chase stars!"

The two responded and said weakly, "Then we have to catch up with Shi Jin really."

"Okay, let's start recording!"

Everyone regained their energy and continued recording.

On Meng Ling's side, he went out with his manager.

A nanny car slowly drove into the scene of the program group.

The agent grabbed Meng Ling's hand: "Don't tell me it's really Shi Jin?"

So far, the broker has not dared to believe it.

The car stopped and the door was opened.

A slender leg stepped out, followed by a slender waist, and then a face with white skin and red lips.

When he saw Shi Jin's face, the agent suffocated.

A face that is so beautiful that it transcends national boundaries and can unify the aesthetics of China and the West, so this is how it is!

"Shi Jin!" The agent greeted quickly.

"Shi Jin." Meng Ling also walked over.

"Hello." Shi Jin was still cold, and after smiling politely, he continued to maintain his usual expression.

However, Qing is not cold and cold, his expression is light, and he is very polite.

"Shi Jin, I really didn't expect it to be you." Meng Ling smiled and shook her head, "I thought it was my dad who lied to me."

"I promised Team Doctor Meng to come, so I came here."

The agent said from the side, "Then I'll go prepare Shi Jin's sportswear for the game."

She ran away, and Meng Ling and Shi Jin entered the door together.

"I'm really curious, how did you and my dad know each other?"

"When I went to the figure skating competition last time, I first met Jing Qing, and then I met the team doctor Meng."

"Oh, you helped Jing Qing heal his injuries, and I saw it on Weibo." Meng Ling then remembered, "Then you must have helped my dad too, right?"

Thinking that Shi Jin helped his father, his father brought Shi Jin over to accompany him to record the show?

Meng Ling knew that her father was too embarrassed, and Shi Jin was really good!

It was obviously a favor owed by Dad, but Shi Jin came to help.

"Shi Jin, if you don't want to record, you don't need to record it at all, it doesn't matter." Meng Ling has been in this circle for so long, how can she not know how much Shi Jin's presence will affect the show.

"I've come here, are you driving me away?" Shi Jin smiled.

She looks extremely stunning. When she smiles, she is not soft, but very heroic, flirtatious and sassy.

Meng Ling's heart softened, how could she really let her go?

Even where she sits, she can be seductive.

"Then go change your clothes first."

Meng Ling's agent has already brought the sportswear from the show team.

"Okay." Shi Jin went to change clothes.

Meng Ling walked over to the program group.

Seeing her come back alone, many people couldn't help laughing: "Where's Shi Jin?"

"I'm changing clothes."

"Hahaha, I'm changing clothes." Everyone laughed again, "After changing clothes, did you leave?"

It was rare for everyone to smile at Meng Ling in unison like this, but it was obvious that they were all just joking, a kind of mentality of watching the fun.

"Meng Ling, it's your turn to play."

Meng Ling played. Her father worked for the national team and had a certain sports literacy.

She also developed a lot of professional skills in sports.

She walked to the front of the stage, took out the arrow, and shot it out, three nine to nine.

"Three nines nine, Jiang Yunmo, three nine nines!" the referee shouted loudly.

These three arrows were shot very neatly, and the clouds flowed smoothly. Although they did not reach ten points, they were very stable and extremely accurate.

When the referee shouted like this, it was natural to count all this scene on Jiang Yunmo's body.

At the time of editing, all of them were made by Jiang Yunmo.

This was the script that was given to the director from the company, and the director gave Meng Ling a reassuring look.

Meng Ling's face was expressionless, and she let out a sigh in her heart.

Jiang Yunmo's face was also not good-looking, and he whispered to his agent, "Can't you let me set up this character? I'm really not good at sports. Can you let me sing?"

"What the company means is that there are too many people singing, how much time do you have to spend in it? Set up this character design, quick results, short time, and more convenient."

The agent repeatedly appeased Jiang Yunmo.

Shi Jin changed her clothes and stood aside to see the scene at the scene.

After thinking about it in my heart, I also know that many artists are now dissatisfied with the company's arrangements, but they have to go with the flow.

In the past, many companies were willing to spend time and energy to cultivate the professional skills of artists, and only after they had cultivated them did they introduce them to the market.

But now, the company doesn't even bother to train actors' acting skills, singers' singing skills, not to mention other skills.

As long as the artists are well packaged and put into the market, someone will naturally pay for them.

As for whether he has the ability or not, it all depends on whether the company is well established.

Anyway, variety shows can be edited, TV dramas can be edited, and concerts can be recorded. The company only depends on whether they can make money quickly. As for the long-term development and long-term career life of artists, they don’t care about their affairs at all.

Being able to quickly harvest leeks is real money.

"Meng Ling, do it again, this time to see if you can get three ten points."

Meng Ling, who had no chance to perform yesterday, has more opportunities to perform today.

Meng Ling cheered up, drew the bow again, and shot three times.

"One ten, two nine nines. Jiang Yunmo, very good!"

It was Jiang Yunmo who shot her again.

The fans under the stage couldn't see the tricks on the stage clearly anyway, and bursts of cheers came.

The assistant director whispered to the director, "Let Meng Ling do it again, this time we will do three ten points."

"Forget it, I think if we continue, Meng Ling will lose his temper."

"This is their company's own arrangement, and we all follow their script. She can't hit us if she has a temper, can't she?"

The director frowned.

"Look, Meng Ling herself doesn't have many fans. When she played, the audience all ran away..."

The director followed the audience and saw that the audience was running towards the exit.

"What about the field crew? What's going on? It's only halfway through the recording. What's going on with the audience? Who told them to move?"

For the recording of such a program, the requirements for the audience are very strict. They are not allowed to bring video equipment, and they are not allowed to walk around the venue at will.

Seeing the chaos in front of him, the director was furious.

The field manager ran over a few steps: "Director, rejoice!"

"Damn it! If you can't finish recording today, I'm going to peel your skin!"

"Shi Jin is here!"