As soon as Zhao Lin returned to the studio, he started reviewing location scouting videos and photos to prepare for the recording two days later.
Halfway through the video, he suddenly pressed pause, and the screen froze in front of a seafood stall in the market, where a boy in a dark gray hoodie turned his head and looked directly at the camera.
The off-white mask covered most of her face, but her slightly upturned eyes were still very distinctive.
He took out his phone, found the posters of Fengtu's endorsement saved in his album, and compared the two pictures side by side.
Holy crap, this is a major bombshell!! He grabbed the phone on the table and dialed, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.
Song Shi'an slept until a little after eight in the morning, then, with his eyes half-closed, washed up and went downstairs to find something to eat.
As he reached the corner of the stairs, he saw a person sitting in the yard. He rubbed his eyes; this dream was too eerie. He suddenly pinched his thigh.
With a loud "Aow!"
"Brother! What's wrong with you!" Lin Fan rushed over upon hearing the voice.
Song Shi'an, ignoring the pain, exclaimed, "Why are you here!"
Lin Fan picked up his phone and showed it to him. The screen was filled with call logs: sixteen missed calls and twenty WeChat messages, all from the same contact.
"I called last night, but you didn't reply to a single one, bro." Lin Fan's eyes were filled with resentment.
Song Shi'an chuckled awkwardly, "I went to bed early last night, and my phone was on silent during the holiday, so I didn't hear it." Actually, he was playing games until after 2 a. m., and he didn't even know when his phone ran out of battery and shut down.
At this moment Mother Song came out with breakfast. "Son, your colleague Xiao Lin came early this morning. Come and have breakfast with us."
"Let's eat and chat." Song Shi'an waved to Lin Fan.
Song Shi'an picked up his chopsticks, poked a steamed bun in it, and handed it to Lin Fan: "What kind of work are you doing here?"
Lin Fan caught it with his bare hands, grimacing as he flipped it several times – it was so hot!
He tossed the steamed bun into the bowl in front of him, flicked his scalded fingers, and asked, "Director Zhao Lin, do you know him?"
Song Shi'an racked his brains for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't know. They're not going to assign me work now, are they?" No way! That skinflint! They promised not to assign work during the New Year!
"Brother, you don't know?" Lin Fan asked incredulously, "He's the director of ' The Countryside Never Closes,' which has made many places popular and is a ratings champion among variety shows!"
Song Shi'an nearly choked to death on the steamed bun. He was just sitting at home when work fell from the sky; he knew it wouldn't be that simple.
He poked at the fried dough stick with a look of utter despair and said, "Aren't they all regular guests? What would it be like for me to go? Even if they are guest stars, they would have been booked in advance, right?"
"This time it's simple." Lin Fan moved his chair closer to him. "It's basically just playing an NPC, issuing tasks, interacting with others, etc. This episode is worth the top tier of 300,000 for guest stars. It's not a lot, but isn't it great to earn money from home!"
Song Shi'an heard "300,000," he thought he would only receive a few thousand like the village NPCs, but it turned out to be so much!
He took a reserved bite of the fried dough stick, his tone unconsciously rising in pitch. "You're right, but why did I have to call you all this way? I could have done it all by myself."
"Triple pay for the holiday!" Lin Fan smiled even more broadly, "And of course, the biggest bonus is getting to work with you, brother."
Song Shi'an said that this is the second most hardworking person after Xiao Zhang.
Three times the salary is enough to make people travel from Capital to South Pond Village; the power of capital is indeed boundless.
He received his script that very afternoon. That was incredibly fast! No wonder it's a big-budget production!
The screenwriter, who had stayed up all night writing the script, collapsed at his desk, tears streaming down his face. Did anyone even care whether he lived or died...?
When Song Shi'an opened the script, he found it to be like this: the process was very detailed, outlining what to do during the interactive segments, and leaving the rest to the writer's discretion.
His role in the variety show is like an NPC who triggers a mission.
The show " The Countryside Never Closes " invites celebrities to experience rural life, where they complete tasks to earn rewards or ingredients, and he plays the role of the farm owner.
Overall, it seems to be fine. The tasks are simple; you just need to post tasks, watch them complete them, and give them some rewards.
Zhao Lin was very satisfied when he saw Song Shi'an, looking him up and down several times. "I knew I wasn't mistaken yesterday, it really is you!"
Song Shi'an looked puzzled. When had they met...?
"You've read the script, right?" Zhao Lin patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Filming officially starts tomorrow, and you're one of the first ones to arrive. Pack your clothes and stuff."
Song Shi'an said that his home is right here, so how could he not be the first to arrive...?
Suddenly, I remembered something. "Director, could you keep my family's situation here a secret? Just pretend I'm here to film a variety show. You know my family doesn't want to get too involved."
"I understand what you're saying." Zhao Lin nodded. "Your mother said the same thing when I went to your house yesterday. Don't worry, I've already explained it to the villagers who were recording. They'll all pretend they don't know you and treat you like a regular NPC."
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he saw Lin Fan walking over with a bright smile, carrying a suitcase.
The suitcase wheels clattered on the stone pavement; such efficiency! Were they afraid he'd change his mind and not take the picture...?
The next morning, Lin Fan woke me up early so we could go to Old Liu for makeup and styling.
Wearing an oatmeal-colored zip-up knit cardigan over a plain-colored base layer, paired with off-white trousers, the outfit has a loose and casual fit.
Her hair was styled to be very fluffy, and she looked very relaxed.
Those who knew him were there to film a rural variety show, but those who didn't might have thought he was there to shoot a winter fashion magazine. He blended in very well with the entire rural cottage.
The staff who scouted the market last time recognized it immediately.
This is outrageous! Just two days ago, someone who looked familiar was standing right in front of him, looking so fresh and beautiful. There's definitely a reason why this person became famous.
Song Shi'an was still looking at the information of the guest stars: singers, actors, and even a double Best Actress winner.
"Even award-winning actresses are participating in variety shows now?" He scrolled down and saw that his section read "Countryside Owner NPC," and closed the folder with a clear conscience.
"Is everything ready?" the director asked, holding up a megaphone. "We're about to start filming! The guests will be here soon!"
With all the cameras in position, the first shot zooms in from a distance, slowly bringing the camera closer to the cabin.
Song Shi'an followed a cameraman all the way to the village entrance.
He saw many vegetable gardens by the roadside, Little White looked quite lush and green. He couldn't help but take a second look, thinking that he would pick some and stir-fry them after taking the pictures, which would surely taste delicious!
His primary task is to loiter around the village entrance, acting as a single-player NPC to guide the guests.
A car pulled up at the village entrance shortly after, and a girl dressed in cute clothes struggled to lift her suitcase off the bus.
Another cool and stylish girl got off the plane, carrying her suitcase with one hand and her bag with the other.
Su Yan glanced around and immediately spotted a man with his back to them, looking up at something, with a photographer next to him.