Volume 8 Final Chapter Chapter 1144: Give You Koi Fate
Nan Yi ordered half a bowl of buckwheat mouse. Zhao Qing'er hesitated for a few seconds and finished it quickly, but she still felt hungry.
Nan Yi, who had already finished his meal, saw Zhao Qing'er put down her spoon, checked the bill, and waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll take you to clear the level."
"No, I'm full."
"No need to be falsely polite. As for favors, as long as you are sure you can repay them, you don't have to worry about owing too much. Stars make a lot of money, so a little favor for food is nothing. I believe you came here to become a star. If you don't have confidence, pack your bags and go home early."
Nan Yi poked Zhao Qing'er's drooping forehead and said, "Look up, look at me, and answer me. Do you have confidence?"
Zhao Qing'er raised her head and looked into Nan Yi's eyes, her eyes moistened , "I have confidence."
"Louder, shout it out."
Seeing Zhao Qing'er hesitate, Nan Yi said again: "Are you shy? As an actor, your kissing scenes will be seen by billions of people. What is there to be shy about? Just shout."
Zhao Qing'er was encouraged by Nan Yi, clenched her fists, and shouted loudly: "I am confident that I, Zhao Qing'er, will become a big star, ah..."
Seeing this, Nan Yi deliberately looked at Miao Xiaolan and said tauntingly, "I can see that she is still a rookie. She hasn't been in the circle for long, but she can stand up in two moves. She is so foolish."
Hengdian is home to tens of thousands of homeless migrant workers. When the economy is at its lowest point, all kinds of madness can be seen on the streets. Locals are no longer surprised by this. While reaping the benefits of the film and television city and earning rent, they also use the migrant workers as a topic of conversation after dinner and exchange tips on how to get tenants to pay their rent from time to time.
Shouting is quite refreshing, but it can't last too long. The cold water poured by Nan Yi accelerated the cooling speed. Less than fifteen seconds after Zhao Qing'er finished shouting, the unbearable situation slapped her face.
"I don't even have money to eat, how can I persist?"
"Okay, don't just sit here. The boss is still doing business. Hurry up and go and cause trouble for other bosses." Nan Yi grabbed Zhao Qing'er by the back of the collar and carried her forward like a chicken.
Zhao Qing'er stood on tiptoe, staggering with each step, like a hen, lifting and lowering her feet.
After a while, they came to a wonton basket and pointed at the stove at one end of the basket. "Do you want to eat?"
"eat."
"Boss, next one and a half."
"OK."
Upon hearing this, the boss opened the drawer at one end of the shoulder pole and took out a bowl of meat filling and a stack of wonton wrappers. He started wrapping them on the spot. He spread a piece of wrapper on his hand, poked a popsicle stick into the meat filling, stroked the wrapper, clenched his palm, and pressed with his fingers deftly, and a wonton was formed.
One after another, 30 wontons were soon ready. With a wipe of the hand on the table, the wontons were put into a colander. The lid of the pot was opened, the wontons were put in, the colander was pushed a few times, and the lid was closed.
Take a clean empty bowl, add salt, MSG, soy sauce, sprinkle a pinch of chopped green onion, pick up the kettle on the ground and pour it six-tenths full of boiling water, then open the lid of the pot and scoop the wontons into the bowl.
"Poke some lard." Seeing that the stall owner did not poke the lard, Nan Yi hurriedly reminded him.
The stall owner glanced at Nan Yi, poked the chopsticks in an enamel jar, then poked the chopsticks into the wonton bowl and shook it. The milky white lard melted instantly when it came into contact with the hot water, and the oil looked very beautiful. The aroma of lard also penetrated into the nostrils, and moved downwards, teasing the taste buds.
Although it was a wonton stand, there was a place to sit. The stall owner brought the wontons to the table, and Nan Yi pushed Zhao Qing'er onto the plastic stool. "You eat here. I'll go to the front and buy you some other things."
"Hmm."
"Lulu..." Nan Yi patted Zhao Qing'er on the shoulder after shouting the same sound as feeding a pig. "Eat well and gain weight quickly. You will be the task pig of the commune this year."
Without waiting for Zhao Qing'er's response, Nan Yi walked away quickly.
After estimating Zhao Qing'er's approximate appetite, Nan Yi went to other stalls to buy some easily digestible food, returned to the wonton stand, put all the food on the table, and then sat aside, watching her eat quietly without making any teasing remarks.
Zhao Qing'er ate with great relish, taking one bite after another, taking turns to enjoy the delicious food on the table.
Apart from the stalls of the locals, don't expect the outsiders who come here to set up stalls to have good skills. People always strive for higher goals. If they have excellent skills, they will not choose to do business in small towns outside other places. Although Hengdian is a small town with a large flow of people, the consumption power here is not strong. It is a little difficult to make a fortune by setting up stalls here.
It's just that Zhao Qing'er is a hungry person, so she will unconsciously add a lot of points to the food. At the beginning, it is delicious, and if it is further improved, it will become a delicacy.
After watching for a while, Nan Yi picked up his mobile phone, took out the SP joke messages in the inbox and started reading them. When he came across something interesting, he couldn't help but grin.
Zhao Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief when she found that Nan Yi was no longer paying attention to her, and she ate a little faster. Her vigilance, which had been raised to her throat, dropped a few inches, and she quietly stayed in the shallow pit in the middle of the airport. She was half sure that Nan Yi had no ill will towards her.
Eat, eat happily, eat without distraction.
Only when her subconscious mind sent a signal to her brain, telling it that her stomach had bulged by one centimeter, did her eating habits begin to return to normal and she was in the mood to pay attention to her manners.
After a while, she felt full and satisfied. Her thoughts started to wander again. She was worried about what to eat tomorrow and how to face the landlord the day after tomorrow. The salary from the Actors Guild was still a few days away, and the company's salary would be even later. Where would she find the money?
Suddenly, the business card in my pocket made another soul-stirring cry.
She was conflicted, her brows slightly furrowed, and her young face showed a bitter expression that showed that she had killed at least three husbands.
After reading only a few joke messages, Nan Yi looked up and saw a bitter face. After a little consideration, he asked, "Where do you live?"
"Hmm?" Zhao Qing'er was awakened.
"Where do you live?"
"Oh, Dazhi Street."
"The end of the street?"
"Yeah." Zhao Qing'er showed shyness again.
Dazhi Street is busy at the beginning with many shops. The end of the street is also busy with many shops. The situation is similar to the other three streets.
"At the end of your rope?"
“…”
Silence is better than words.
"The Chinese New Year is less than a month and a half away. You can't just hang around outside. Write me an IOU and fill in the amount yourself. Pay me back when you have more money."
"?" Zhao Qing'er's face was full of question marks. She looked directly into Nan Yi's eyes and asked puzzledly, "Aren't you afraid that I won't return it to you?"
Zhao Qing'er has been in Hengdian for a while and has come into contact with all kinds of Hengdian people, some coming and some leaving. The turnover of people is high, and she has heard more than one or two stories about people disappearing as soon as they come for a visit. The people here are complicated and they are wary of everyone, so it is difficult to make close friends.
Nan Yi laughed and said, "If you offend me, you won't be able to find a role no matter how good your acting is. If you don't plan to work in this industry, you can consider not paying it back. It's just a small amount of money, so I won't have to chase you home to ask for it."
"No movies to shoot? No movies to shoot! No movies to shoot!!"
Zhao Qing'er pursed her lips, her eyes began to glaze over again, and then she flicked her fingers over Nan Yi's face and caressed it, "You, you have a very high status in the circle? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Hearing this, Nan Yi couldn't help but tease, "You are a rookie, a dead extra, you are not even qualified to cross the threshold of the City God Temple, how can you know which way the South Gate of Heaven opens? Let me tell you, I have a quirk, I like to adopt goddaughters, I have about 200 of them now.
I like you, so I'll give you a chance to recognize me as your godfather, or kneel down and offer me a cup of tea, and I'll accept you as my disciple. As for skills, I don't have much to teach you, but you can walk around under my banner in the future."
Nan Yi nodded on the table and said, "I'll give you three minutes to think about it. If you want to be my godfather, just call someone. If you want to be my disciple, just nod your head. I'll take you back to the capital, choose an auspicious day, and write a few invitations to invite people to come and watch the ceremony, so that everyone knows that you are my disciple.
Well, that . Ask yourself whether you want to take a gamble or not.”
After retirement, he became playful again. Nan Yi did not have any special feelings for Zhao Qing'er. She was just lucky to meet Nan Yi who wanted to become his master and pass on his thick-skinned skills.
Zhao Qing'er has a certain understanding of the apprenticeship ceremony, because there was a scene of apprenticeship in a play she participated in. I remember the director said this when explaining the play to the actor: "Apprenticeship is like recognizing a father. The master is both a master and a father. The master has the responsibility to teach and raise the apprentice, and the apprentice also has the obligation to support the master."
The status of a master is very important, much more important than that of a godfather. Zhao Qing'er was very conflicted about which one she should choose. Yes, she was only conflicted about the options, but not about whether she should choose one, because she had nothing, and even if the other party was after her body, she had to take a gamble.
Because she knew she couldn't hold on any longer, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, she would definitely take out the business card in her pocket.
After struggling for a long time, Zhao Qing'er finally made up her mind and said with determination: "I want to become your disciple."
"Girl, today is your lucky day. You made the right choice." Nan Yi said, looking at his watch. "It's not too late now. Dazhi Street is not the busiest yet. There won't be any danger. Go back to your rental house to pack your things, and then come to the VIP building to find me. I'll wait for you in the lobby."
As he said that, Nan Yi took out some money from his pocket and put it on the table, "Don't argue with the landlord. If you are not careful, it will become a black material when you become successful. Go ahead."
"I, I can't take your money."
Although Zhao Qing'er spoke in a reserved tone, she was extremely excited in her heart. It seemed that she had made the right bet.
"There is a saying that it is difficult to disobey a master's order. This is not the time to harm you. You should listen to what I say. Hurry up."
"Yes, I will follow Master's orders." Zhao Qing'er clasped her fists mischievously.
"You are unlearned and unskilled. How can the word imperial decree be used to describe me? Go move first. When you get to the hotel, I will punish you by making you copy the imperial decree a thousand times. Get out of here now."
Zhao Qing'er didn't realize what was wrong. She stuck out her tongue, pursed her lips, picked up the money on the table, and left happily.
