Let you shoot a promotional video, but you shoot Xiuchun Dao

Fang Xin and Gao Weixin had this unpleasant incident, although it was not a big deal, but everyone who should know knew it.

Judy looked a little disappointed.

"Sure enough, some handsome guys can only be seen from a distance, and those who watch them up close will only lose that layer of fan filter!"

Tang Tang stood beside him, interlocking his fingers, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Director Fang, this matter is my fault. I didn't understand the relationship between him and Zhu Xiuwen in advance. Now that something like this happened, everyone is unhappy!"

Wang Qianyuan didn't intend to say anything at first.

It wasn't until he saw that the two beauties were a little unhappy because of this matter, but Fang Xin, one of the parties involved, was very calm, so he gave him an elbow.

"Speak up, you! Director Fang, look, the two beauties you got are not happy!"

Only then did Fang Xin come to his senses.

"Ah? What!"

He was just in a daze.

Mainly because of remorse, did you speak too lightly?

As a social animal, the most uncomfortable thing for me is not being questioned, but that I didn't fully use my eloquence during the quarrel, so that I regretted it afterwards.

"I'm not angry, and you don't have to worry about it. His acting skills are not enough to support this drama. With this incident, I believe there will be no cooperation between me and him in the future."

No matter how much they said, Judy and Tangtang also felt indignant and disturbed because of Fang Xin's face.

Such comfort made the two of them feel a little more comfortable.

"That's good."

The actor's role was initially finalized, and Fang's confidence was half down.

Apart from studios and actors, what is more important is to serve the way.

As a costume historical drama, even if it doesn't fit the history so well, and may even add some imaginary elements of later generations, but the acting must be performed so that the audience will stick to it.

Otherwise, this show is meaningless!
However, this question is not what he should consider.

"Professor Liu, do you think you are free tonight? Let's have a good chat?"

Fang Xin squinted his eyes and shook his legs to call Liu Juntong. He looked very much like a weasel who went to a farmer's house and successfully ate a chicken. He was very comfortable.

Wang Qianyuan watched him go out while talking on the phone from a long distance, and rubbed his hands covered in goose bumps involuntarily.

provoke!
I don't know who to call to take advantage of it!

If he smiled like that, it must be all right.

In the afternoon, Fang Xin and Liu Juntong agreed to meet at Sister Zhang's restaurant at 3 o'clock.

Sister Zhang's restaurant is a small alley restaurant specializing in pickled fish. The facade and signboard are not as good as other restaurants with a few stars, but the smell of pickled fish makes people linger and forget to return.

"Snapped!"

Fang Xin broke off a pair of disposable wooden chopsticks, first handed them to Liu Juntong who was sitting across from him, then broke another pair, and handed them to Cao Qingshui who was very stiff sitting next to him.

"Mr. Fang, I didn't expect you to be so informal."

Cao Qingshui wiped the sweat off his face, and rolled up his sleeves uncomfortably.

He was still wearing a neat suit, and 20 minutes ago he was sitting in a tall and bright conference room, giving guidance to the people in the Cultural and Propaganda Department for the next step.

After 20 minutes, the light bamboo fragrance sprayed on the body was perfectly covered by the fresh fragrance of pickled cabbage fish, and it became a street stall on the roadside for 35 yuan a piece.

Looks out of place here.

Liu Juntong was extraordinarily at ease.

He was familiar with Fang Xin's style, and when he answered the phone, he heard that he was going to have a dinner appointment. Before going out after the meeting, he deliberately changed into a white vest and big underpants.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly, you're welcome! If you don't have enough, add more!"

Fang Xin shouted, raised his head and looked at Cao Qingshui with a smile.

"Minister Cao, this is the first time for us to have dinner in private. I really don't know what you like to eat, so I picked it here. I hope you don't mind!"

"No, no, of course I don't mind!"

Cao Qingshui waved his hands quickly.

He looked down at the steaming pickled fish in the iron pan, paired with delicious bean sprouts and cucumbers, and after a long time of mental training for himself, he was finally willing to stick out his chopsticks.

Take the first bite.

"Hmm~"

The chopsticks never stopped.

When they were full of wine and food, the three of them were hot and sweating profusely, chatting about business while drinking soy milk.

"I've solved the matter of serving Huadao for you kid, thanks to Minister Cao, otherwise I, a university professor, can't do anything!"

Liu Juntong is a real person, he never takes credit for himself, and never takes credit for others.

Since he said so, it proved that Cao Qingshui had indeed put a lot of effort into it.

Fang Xin nodded with a smile, held up the soy milk, and moved towards Cao Qingshui.

"Minister Cao, thank you this time, let's make do with it, I'll toast you!"

"Okay, okay! You're welcome, you're welcome! In the future, our Cultural and Propaganda Department will have to ask for your support. If you have any detailed information or literature, please be sure to think of us as soon as possible!"

Cao Qingshui was terrified of being doused at the wine table, and suddenly ran into a person offering soy milk to him, feeling novel and funny, and hurriedly returned the gift.

Several people got closer to each other during the smiling meal.

At the end of the drink, Cao Qingshui gradually let go of his defenses, and heaved a long sigh when he heard Fang Xin and Liu Juntong chatting.

"Oh! The Cultural and Propaganda Department is not as pure as before!"

Liu Juntong quite agrees.

As an outsider, Fang Xin doesn't quite understand the twists and turns, but since Cao Qingshui has opened his mouth with emotion, as a good buddy who just became 10 minutes ago, he naturally needs to listen to people's complaints.

"Cultural and Propaganda Department, because of the cultural gap, many people kneel for too long, can't stand up, and can't cultivate cultural self-confidence. How can this lead the people to build cultural self-confidence?"

Cao Qingshui was worried.

"I am one of the top three new officials. No one dares to refute me now, but I know they are not convinced. How can we make them realize that China has its own history and culture? It can build cultural confidence!"

Fang Xin thought it was something, and he was immediately happy when he heard it.

"Isn't this simple? I thought it was a big deal!"

Cao Qingshui and Liu Juntong immediately turned to look at him.

"How do you say that?"

"Have you two watched variety shows? Have you watched food documentaries?"

The two nodded.

Fang Xin was very satisfied and expressed his thoughts.

"Your Cultural and Propaganda Department is not short of money and has no shortage of people. Why don't you use the historical and cultural knowledge you have now to put on a historical variety show, invite some guests with traffic to come and participate, and then rely on some good hosts to give the variety show to everyone. Calm down, show it to the audience, won't the effect be up?"

This is unprecedented in this world.

But in Fang Xin's previous life, several well-known historical programs have been released.

For example, Huaguo Heavy Equipment and so on.

After Cao Qingshui came to his senses, he slapped the table excitedly, almost smashing the 35 yuan wooden table bought by Sister Zhang, and withdrew his hand in time.

"good idea!"