I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

"Boss Fu, should we confirm with the program team..."

"No need." Fu Chengu's eyes flashed a look of inquiry, and he turned on the TV that he hadn't turned on for a long time.

"National Heritage" site.

Faced with a large number of audience's doubts about the counterfeit, the host sweated coldly and asked Director Xu for help. Director Xu hadn't spoken yet, but Xie Mingzhou looked at Jin Zhong thoughtfully and laughed softly: "Everyone here may Misunderstood, this golden bell is a fake, but it does not mean that Mr. Fu's collection is a fake."

Audience: "What is he talking about? How did I get caught up?"

Xie Mingzhou bowed with his hands behind his back, and lightly took out a small, inconspicuous golden stone from the hollowed-out palace in the middle of the golden bell.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a golden paperweight!

"This Mr. Fu is quite mischievous." Xie Mingzhou's eyes were bright, and he said slowly, "I guess, this is his real collection - the copper-gilt dragon paperweight, the paperweight on the case used by the Emperor Ming. And this fake golden bell , just an empty shell for a paperweight."

He curled his lips lightly, half-truth, half-false, this "game" set up by President Fu is quite interesting.

If it wasn't for the golden dragon, there would be no flaws in the golden bell.And to drive the Golden Dragon, one must know the history of the Ming Dynasty well.

The camera immediately gave a 360-degree close-up of the paperweight, which was less than the size of a palm, but was full of anger——

Time seemed to be reversed. In the splendid Golden Palace, everyone saw the young emperor a hundred years ago wearing a dragon robe, ascending the throne, and thousands of people worshiping him.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and it turned out that this is the charm of authentic products handed down from generation to generation, connecting time spanning thousands of years!

The light came from the side, coating the youth's bright facial features with a layer of golden light, which was even more striking against the backdrop of gilt copper.He turned the paperweight around skillfully, then put it back into the clock with a calm expression, and closed the bell door—so familiar that it seemed to be his own from birth.

Fu Chengu looked at the person who called him "naughty" on TV for a moment, tapped his finger on the table, and asked thoughtfully, "Who is this person?"

Secretary Li on the side adjusted his glasses: "The young actor who retired a few years ago seems to be... what is his name Xie Mingzhou?"

Fu Chengu stopped his fingers, glanced at the "Ming Emperor Chronicle Part 130 and Eight" spread out on the table, and frowned: "Xie Mingzhou?"

"Yes, it's quite a coincidence that it has the same name as Emperor Ming in history." The secretary nodded and explained, and glanced at the neat rows of "Chronicle of Emperor Ming" on the bookshelf, and sighed in his heart, only a god like Mr. Fu has patience Read it.

Secretary Li glanced at the TV, and asked hesitantly, "Boss Fu...is our clock really a fake? Isn't it good for us to send the fake over there..."

Fu Chengu picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea calmly: "If it wasn't for this Xie Mingzhou, do you think the group of "experts" in the entertainment industry can identify this as a fake?"

The secretary frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly came to his senses.The on-site experts, including the program team, heard that it was Mr. Fu's antique, and hurriedly used it as a show gimmick.

He remembered that a few days ago, Director Xu came to Boss Fu through several connections, and wanted to beg him for an antique.Mr. Fu originally never cared about the affairs of the entertainment industry, but he heard that it was a variety show about cultural relics, so he was interested in agreeing to put the real "paperweight" in the empty golden bell. There are mixed truths and fakes. He wanted to see the level of the experts present. .

Good guy, everyone praised Mr. Fu's fake clock, only that young man broke Mr. Fu's "game" at a glance.

"Is this golden bell specially built by you, Mr. Fu?" the secretary asked.

"No, at that time, a high-level fake that was appraised by a friend could just be used as a 'genuine product' and presented to the program crew."

Unsurprisingly, the so-called experts are only superficial, checking some information to fool the audience.

However, since the program group has put on the brand of "inheriting culture", it should present it to the audience in a serious and responsible manner.

"It's time to rectify the antique circle." Fu Chengu rubbed his eyebrows and said in a deep voice.

Secretary Li was stunned for a moment. Mr. Fu is a full-fledged businessman, but it seems that... he doesn't want to bring commercial interests into the antique circle, perhaps because he has been influenced by his family's collection of antiques for generations.

"Go down and look up the information about this Xie Mingzhou." Fu Chengu lowered his eyes, and opened the unfinished "Mingdi Chronicle Part 130 and Eight" again.

The book records the appearance of Emperor Ming, the appearance of a noble emperor, but he has a pair of romantic peach blossom eyes.

Fu Chengu's eyes hovered on this line, and the face on the TV drifted past in his mind.

The "National Cultural Relics" program is coming to an end, and the ending BGM sounded on the stage.The host made a summary: "Cultural inheritance, tracing back to the source, today's program is here to say goodbye to everyone, and finally I would like to ask the two guests, what do you think of today's cultural relics?"

Shen Yuqiao took the microphone and said with a gentle smile: "I am very happy to explore history with the audience, the experts on site, and...Ming Zhou, and hope to bring history and culture to more people."

After speaking, the microphone was passed to Xie Mingzhou.Xie Mingzhou glanced at the audience present, and said slowly: "I hope that when everyone sees these cultural relics, they will not only see how much it is worth, but also discover its inner beauty."

Speaking of the word "beautiful", Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows and glanced at Shen Yuqiao.

Shen Yuqiao was caught off guard and his heart skipped half a beat.Xie Mingzhou...should be talking about cultural relics.

The audience seemed not expecting such an astonishing performance by Xie Mingzhou. After a moment of silence, they gave a standing ovation and the stage lights went out.

The show officially ended, Xie Mingzhou finished work and went backstage, took off his makeup, said goodbye to the staff, and walked out with his bags.

As soon as the door of the studio was pushed open, fans and reporters who came to visit the studio were crowded outside the door to welcome Shen Yuqiao's return.

Standing at the door, under the protection of security guards, Shen Yuqiao thanked everyone politely in a black mask: "Thank you for visiting the class, let's go back to rest so late."

Yang Yuan also reminded: "Fans and friends have worked hard, please support our Yuqiao's next "Daming Chunqiu"!"

As she said that, she looked at the tall and tall lonely figure on the other side of the door, and laughed inwardly. Someone tried so hard to steal Yuqiao's limelight, and there were no fans to greet him when he went out.

——Thinking that by memorizing a few passages of history, you can erase the black material from the past and return to the entertainment circle with a high profile like Shen Yuqiao?

The fans present also caught a glimpse of Xie Mingzhou's figure. Although no one greeted him, Xie Mingzhou didn't look embarrassed at all. He smiled at everyone, turned around and walked out smartly with his bags.

"To be honest, Xie Mingzhou tonight is also very handsome!"

"Sister, look at him in real life, his face is amazing!"

"Absolutely P! Forgot about his black material a few years ago? He used to try his best to imitate our Qiaoqiao character design. Who are you fans to figure out your identity!"

Before the Lord could speak, Shen Yuqiao's fans were pinching themselves.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Yang Yuan hurried back to the venue and said, "We Yuqiao have just returned to China, and we will meet you in the variety shows and dramas in the future. Thank you for your support!"

After speaking, she and Shen Yuqiao quickly walked out of the crowd.

"Damn, this thank you bag is really lingering!" Yang Yuan gave someone a hard look at the back, and said angrily, "Yuqiao, tonight's hot search team is ready, and you will repost it on Weibo later. ..."

She turned her head, and Shen Yuqiao was looking at Xie Mingzhou's free and unrestrained back with his pockets in his hands.

"Jade Bridge?" Yang Yuan asked doubtfully.

"Yeah." Shen Yuqiao retracted his gaze, looked down at his hand holding Yu Wen, absent-minded, "OK, I'll go back and forward it."

People left the stage one after another. In the studio, Director Xu held his breath, walked around the background, and shouted, "Where is Xie Mingzhou?"

Staff member: "I just saw him walking with Shen Yuqiao."

"gone?"

Director Xu threw the script on the table, good guy, don't follow the script, add scenes to himself without authorization, don't take him as a director at all.If he reveals this matter, Xie Mingzhou will never even think about taking jobs in the circle in the future!

He wiped his face hard and turned around, but a familiar figure walked in the door, with long hair reaching his shoulders and a majestic face.

"Mr. Li Qingshan?!" Director Xu was stunned for a moment, and his arrogant anger was instantly extinguished.

This is the sponsor's father of the program group!

He quickly put on a flattering smile: "Why are you here in person?"

Although Li Qingshan is an employer, but he comes from a family of traditional Chinese painting, he is not familiar with many things in the entertainment industry, and rarely comes to the show.

"You're looking for?" Director Xu said with a respectful smile.

"I'm looking for you." Li Qingshan said concisely and indifferently.

Director Xu's heart skipped a beat, and he probed: "What can you do with me?"

Li Qingshan directly put the contract on the table, and said lightly: "Terminate the contract, and sign it to me."

Director Xu opened his eyes wide, looked at the dismissal contract on the table, and couldn't believe it: "Is there something wrong with me? Or..."

Or is the problem with the script discovered?

Li Qingshan looked at him without losing face: "Before, I never asked about the production of the show, because I believed in your ability. After all, I have worked with the actor and actress at a young age. But for this show, as the director, you still have With the experts you invited, you dare to go on stage and talk nonsense without even distinguishing between the fake and the real thing?"

Although the audience did not understand it, the real old experts in the antique circle could see clearly the moment the fake golden dragon flew out, and it would not be a laughing stock if it was spread out.

Li Qingshan pointed to the title of the program on the paper, Cultural Inheritance, Tracing the Roots, and said coldly: "If it's not Xie Mingzhou, are you planning to fool the past with fake ones? The reason why the word "National" is added to "National Cultural Relics" is to take responsibility The task of inheriting national culture is not a gimmick! I just re-read the previous issues carefully, and even the year of the lines was wrong."

Director Xu broke out in a cold sweat, and tried to explain calmly: "Mr. Li, each episode of the program group...has carefully prepared materials, and some details may have been neglected...but I often discuss lines with experts. If you don't believe me, you can ask the Antique Bureau Several experts!"

"Searching for information on the Internet, chatting with experts is called preparation?" Li Qingshan's eyes became colder, "Needless to say, I will leave after signing the contract tomorrow. The next episode will be replaced by a more professional program team."

"Mr. Li Qingshan!" Director Xu was overwhelmed. Originally, he wanted to use this show to increase his status. He had been scheduled for four months, but now he has lost his job and everything has come to nothing.

After Li Qingshan left, Director Xu sat down in the background, and hesitantly called Fu Yan after a while.

"Hey, brother Yan! I was fired by the program team. For the sake of helping me do things, can you contact me...?"

"Let Xie Mingzhou shine, is this what you said to help me?" Fu Yan was also angry, and said a word heavily, "Get lost."

There was a beeping sound on the phone, and Director Xu slammed down the phone.

Damn, the two ends are not human.

In early spring, the nights are chilly.

Xie Mingzhou carried the suitcase and walked towards the deserted street alone, the laughter of Shen Yuqiao's fans getting farther and farther behind him.

There is no agent, no one picks up, and it is very different from the crowd of thousands of people in the previous life.

Xie Mingzhou sighed lightly. Suddenly, there were a few small footsteps in the originally deserted back street, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night.

Xie Mingzhou stopped and looked sideways.

The black shadow followed behind him cautiously, and also stopped.

Xie Mingzhou frowned, and simply turned around.