Lan Linlin's enthusiastic and generous performance left a good impression on everyone as soon as she appeared. When the director saw everyone gathered, he took out the number cards and asked everyone to draw lots.
Song Qiao took out a piece of paper with the number three written on it. She looked around, but before she could open her mouth to ask, the director said first, "Okay, now please show your number."
Everyone turned the note over, and Song Qiao saw at a glance that Rong Luoyin's number was also three.
In this case, it really means that enemies should not get together.
Lan Linlin's number plate was the same as Tan Yecheng's. She held up the note and said happily, "It's great. I can cooperate with my seniors just after I arrived. Please take care of me."
Of course, there is no need to mention the remaining Chi Ye and Zheng Chengjie.
The pairing of Song Qiao and Rong Luoyin obviously surprised many people. After all, they made a lot of noise as soon as they met. At this moment, both the people present and the netizens outside the screen were murmuring in their hearts.
Only the director hiding behind the monitor was excited.
Only in this case can more conflicts break out, and the ratings of the program will also increase. He crossed his legs leisurely, turned to the assistant director beside him and said, "Just wait and see the good show."
The assistant director saw the treacherous look on his face and said helplessly: "You are not afraid that they will find out and come to settle accounts with you."
"What are you afraid of?" The director shook his head, "They have no evidence."
What's more, he just used a little trick to let Song Qiao and the others get the same number.
While they were talking, tasks had been assigned outside. What Song Qiao and Rong Luoyin had to do was to harvest straw and catch fish. How to allocate them was entirely up to them.
Rong Luoyin and Song Qiao disliked each other, and the first thought in each other's minds was to act separately.#@$&
"I'm going to catch fish." Rong Luoyin's head turned quickly and he spoke first, "This sounds like it is more difficult. You have to go into the water and catch it with your hands. As a senior, I have to take care of Song Qiao."
In a few words, create an image of yourself that considers others.
Song Qiao sneered in her heart. Catching fish with hands sounds difficult, but it is not as tiring as cutting straw. However, she was too lazy to refute and acquiesced to this arrangement.
She and the director team took bamboo hats and sickles, asked for directions and walked out.
Rong Luoyin looked at her back and his smile gradually deepened. Song Qiao wanted to fight her. It was really a daydream. Her status in the entertainment industry alone could crush her to death.%&(&
——【Why do I feel that this actress is a bit teasing?】
——[Anyone who has done farm work knows that cutting straw is much more tiring than catching fish, right? 】
——[What nonsense are you talking about upstairs? You also said that you have done farm work, but our Luoyin has not.]
——[That is, she kindly wants to help Song Qiao share the pressure, but if you still say that, Song Qiao fans should stay away, okay?]
Song Qiao stood at the edge of the rice field holding a sickle and looked around. He found that the area was not small. It was still early, the weather was not that hot, and there were many villagers working around.
They probably wanted to finish their work while it was cool, as the villagers were very busy.
Song Qiao hesitated for a moment, squatted on the edge of the field with a knife, and carefully observed their movements, making two gestures with his hands from time to time, which seemed serious.
The villagers had noticed her for a long time. When they saw this, they laughed and said, "You little girl, can you understand just by looking at her?"
Song Qiao nodded, "That's about it. Uncle, you're busy, don't delay your work."
Seeing that she looked well-behaved and polite, the villagers were willing to say a few more words, "It's okay. I can do this job very quickly. Do you want me to teach you?"
Song Qiao's eyes lit up and he confirmed again, "Is it really not delayed?"
"It's okay." The villager waved his hand and motioned for Song Qiao to come over.
He grabbed a handful of straw with his palm-like hand, swung the sickle down, cut it in a few strokes, and placed it at his feet, "My dear, there is a skill in cutting straw. First of all, look..."
The villagers explained it to Song Qiao in detail and asked her to try it herself.
Song Qiao did what he said and found that it was still a little difficult, but her angle skills were all fine, but her strength was too weak and she couldn't really improve.
But she was very satisfied with this. Song Qiao stood up and thanked the villagers with a smile, "Thank you, uncle, I learned it."
The villager was so happy that he laughed and said, "Okay, then you go and try it first, and you won't ask again."
Song Qiao responded, returned to the rice field he was responsible for, and went down to try to cut the rice. At first, he was still a little unfamiliar, but later he became more proficient and his speed began to increase.
——[Good guy, Song Qiao’s progress is quite fast. 】
——[I thought she was going to show off, but I didn’t expect she actually started to do it.]
——【This is just the beginning, just wait and see.】
Gu family.
Xiang Chen walked into the CEO's office with his tablet. He looked at Gu Jingting, who was lowering his head to deal with documents, and stepped forward to put the video that was being played in front of him.
"Mr. Gu, Miss Song seems to be participating in a variety show, and she probably won't be able to come back now," he said.
Gu Jingting glanced at the tablet and suddenly paused. He frowned and stared at the woman wearing a hat on her head and holding a sickle in the video, a little disbelieving.
Is this really the money-grubbing and vain woman?
Shouldn't she be wearing fancy clothes and walking around in various high-end occasions holding a wine glass?
Gu Jingting was shocked at first glance, but felt deeply inconsistent at second glance. Whether it was the strange thing on her head or the knife in her hand, they were completely inconsistent with her image.
Forcibly suppressing the weirdness in his heart, Gu Jingting asked, "Have you found that thing?"
Xiang Chen lowered his head and replied, "The people we sent out have searched the entire house, but they still haven't found it. I guess it may have been carried by Miss Song."
Gu Jingting couldn't help but feel agitated.
If it could be confirmed that it was her, it would be easy. You could always find it by tying someone up or using some tricks, but what if it wasn't?
It seems that I have to keep going back.
It's just that they are making such an unpleasant noise and there is no suitable time now. I'm afraid Song Qiao won't let him follow easily.
…
"call……"
After Song Qiao finished cutting the straw in her hands, she collapsed directly in the rice field tiredly. Seeing that there were almost four-fifths of the straw left, despair arose in her heart.
At this rate, she might not be able to finish the cutting until the end of this recording period.
Song Qiao sighed and sat down to rest.
——[I knew that this woman would only last long before she started to get lazy.]
——[She won’t think about waiting for Luoyin to come over to help after he completes the task, right?]
——[I can’t stand it anymore, what’s wrong with people taking a break when they’re tired?]
Song Qiao sat on the ground and relaxed for a few minutes. Feeling that his physical strength had recovered slightly, he cheered up and got up. Just as he was about to continue fighting against the rice fields in front of him, he suddenly heard a "crash" not far away, and something heavy fell into the water.
