evening tide

After waiting for a week, he came to the door again, and Xiang Wan finished his lessons as usual. He missed the remaining half of the foreign teacher's class, and went downstairs to buy vegetables with Chao Xin.

This supermarket, Xiang Wan, is already a little ripe, and he walks to a shelf to pick tomatoes on his own.

When she picked up a bright red fruit, she thought of Peng Houzhi scolding her for playing with whomever she had after a few meals, and thought it made sense.

She really loves to eat.

But she used to be a Miss Xiangfu, so it was not easy for her to show a greedy appearance.

Rubbing her waist, she felt a little chubby.

This is not a good sign.

So she said to Chao Xin: "Teacher Chao, don't eat tomato balls today, okay?"

"Huh?" Chao Xin was holding a handful of celery, "What? You said it was delicious last week."

"I want to be lighter today." Xiang Wan winked.

Frowning again, he whispered, "Ke Paipai is growing."

Chao Xin understood in a few moments, glanced at her with cold almond eyes, and then at her waist: "Fat?"

The two words seemed to be mouth-shaped, but no sound was made at all.

Xiang Wan sighed: "In the past, I only ate fruit at night, but now I eat big fish and meat once a week, and I eat late, and I always feel that my chin is pressed when I wake up the next day."

Chao Xin smiled, tilted his head and pretended to look at her chin: "Let me see."

Like a kid.

Xiang Wan raised his neck: "Do you have any?" Do you have a double chin?

Chao Xin hung his neck and looked at her sideways: "Swallow it."

With a faint sound, Xiang Wan's neck slid from top to bottom.

At first he just smiled at her, but she was so obedient, but Chao Xin was a little stunned, not knowing how to answer it, so he straightened up, raised the toes of his high-heeled shoes, tapped the heels twice on the ground, turned his head and placed his fingers on the fresh Cucumber: "It seems not."

"Oh." Xiang Wan felt relieved, restrained her face that was more tender than vegetables, and brushed her hair.

Twisted open the fresh-keeping bag, and carefully selected the tomatoes: "I asked Su Chang about the studio for you, and she said that if you actually set up a studio, the cost is not high. It mainly depends on the size of the studio, which involves the location of the office. , location, and size. If it is a sound team, it generally has its own studio, so the number of recording studios and equipment will account for a large part of the investment. The seedlings need to be found by themselves. If the funds are not sufficient, prepare a familiar person who can also serve as Actors who are sound engineers, and the rest of the voice actors can consider non-full contracts, single-part contracts, screenwriters and post-production do not need to sign, just make appointments according to the project."

In fact, he has been in the industry for many years and has a certain network of contacts. Most of these things are known to Chao Xin, but if he wants to start building it himself and sort out the process, it still takes a lot of energy.

"Su Chang said that opening a studio is actually running a company. Like any other industry, the most important thing is the source of customers. In the past, you were a freelancer, and signing a personal contract for a single project was different from a team undertaking a project. In the past, someone else invited you, but in the future, your team will grab the project."

"Therefore, it is necessary to have a good relationship with broadcast platforms, producers, investors, IP parties, and even some of the top authors of individual copyrights, otherwise others may not think of you."

"It's hard to get a good IP project, the pool is so big, and everyone wants to eat the cake." Xiang Wan put the tomatoes one by one into a fresh-keeping bag.

She said it very euphemistically, Chao Xin's habit of not being very sociable may not be of great benefit to the development of her studio.

In fact, Chao Xin already has the ceiling that can be touched by individuals alone, but if he wants to deepen the industry and achieve long-term sustainable development, he still needs to cultivate new talents.

Chao Xin listened carefully, and sighed a little: "Thank you."

Then she asked again: "Since you don't want to eat meatballs, how about tomato and egg soup?"

"Okay." Xiang Wan smiled sweetly.

Chao Xin squinted his eyes, glanced at her easily distracting smile, lowered his head and took the fresh-keeping bag from her hand, and asked slowly, "Why help me?"

Xiang Wan thought about it, and said: "Two years ago, when I first arrived in Jiangcheng, I stayed at a friend's house, and she also extended a helping hand to me in every detail."

"It's...Peng Yuzhi?" Chao Xin guessed.

Xiang Wan tore another fresh-keeping bag to put the celery in.

"Su Sing?"

Celery in a bag.

"Yu Zhou?"

The movement stopped, and he held the edge of the bag again, letting the celery fall: "Yes."

Her movement of carrying the bag was empty, so was her eyes, and Chao Xin's premonition was also empty, so she asked: "Do you like her?"

Chao Xin didn't deal with friends too much, and he didn't know how to advance and retreat with ease. If it was someone else, he might not ask anymore, but it was Chao Xin who Xiang Wan met.

"Yes." Xiang Wan shook his head.

"Ok?"

"I like it, yes."

Chao Xin raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth slightly, pushed the tip of his tongue into his mouth, retracted it, and nodded.

"So you are..." She closed her coquettish eyes, moved a little closer to Xiang Wan, and said angrily.

"T, I'm T."

Xiang Wan saw Chao Xin's amber-enveloped pupils shrunk and looked him up and down, feeling a little confused.

"how?"

Chao Xin licked his lips: "It doesn't look like it."

"Uh...Of course, I didn't look down on you. I just don't understand what this kind of people mean." Chao Xin nodded leisurely, put his hand on the shelf, and tapped his fingertips as if he was playing the piano quickly.

Chao Xin didn't know much about young people's fashion trends, so in order to match Lily's radio drama, he went out of his way to make up for it.

Embarrassed again, Chao Xin snorted a quick short sound, cleared his throat, and asked her, "Uh, lotus root slices, do you want to eat?"

This is the second time Chao Xin started with "uh" in front of Xiang Wan, within just one minute.

Now she was confused, she frowned and looked at her seriously, considering a word she heard from Peng Yuzhi: "Are you homophobic?"

"I don't, no, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid." Chao Xin said hurriedly, his voice a little louder.

"You're afraid." Xiang Wan bit his lip.

I have never seen senior Chao Xin so flustered, even though she still looks normal, but the sound workers, unless there are special circumstances, will not allow the sound to be flawed.

Chao Xin pursed his lips tightly, said angrily, "Yeah", and then said, "If I'm afraid, how can I act in the Lily radio drama?"

"I'm just, a little surprised, because you look quite normal." She said thoughtfully.

"Normal?" Xiang Wan frowned again, and her eyes moved further. The always well-behaved her showed a look of inquiry and slight annoyance, like a revived little animal in her soul.

Chao Xin opened his mouth, and gave another shallow "hiss".

Xiang Wan didn't press any more questions, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and turned to go to the fresh food area.

Chao Xin frowned, and was thinking about how to apologize to her, but seeing her turn around to leave, he raised his hand to hold her wrist: "Wan Wan."

She was a little anxious, and wanted to say that she didn't mean it that way, and she heard that Xiang Wan's friends called her that, and wanted to express her intimacy without being homophobic, but it seemed a little...too hard.

Xiang Wan looked at her finger pulling his wrist slowly, then looked at her slowly, finally blinked slowly, and asked tentatively: "Teacher Chao, are you too?"

"I don't, no, no, I." Chao Xin let her go, and now he didn't even have the strength to deny it.

Xiang Wan stared at her intently, at her mature long curly hair, at her meticulously professional close-fitting shirt, at her fingers twisting the handle of the trolley, at her high-heeled shoes that swayed like a wine glass.

Suddenly he tilted his head and smiled slyly.

Chao Xin withdrew his hand and put it on the cart: "Xiang Wan."

She used her well-known voice to call her by name, and her indifferent expression returned, but after calling her, she curled the corners of her mouth, this small gesture seemed to draw a line between Xiang Wan and other strangers.

Enough to let the people in front of me know that he is not really indifferent.

This girl Xiang Wan is a bit dark-bellied, she can see it.

But she didn't really resist Xiang Wan joking with her like this.

With a warm smile in his eyes, Xiang Wan lowered his head to arrange the fruits and vegetables in the cart: "I didn't ask Mr. Chao for this question, because Director Peng said she had several lily items on hand, so I asked for her, Mr. Chao Are you interested?"

"It's best if you're not homophobic."

She advances and retreats with certainty, and turns to work in the next second. Chao Xin is impressed by the little girl's grasp of the scale.

Also made her very comfortable.

Chao Xin withdrew his eyes from Xiangwan: "Send me the invitation email for the drama, and I'll take a look at the characters, story and cast first."

"it is good."

"So eat meatballs, or tomato and egg soup, you haven't told me yet." I actually asked this question before, but for some reason, Chao Xin forgot at that time.

"ball."

Xiang Wan Shi turned around and walked lightly from behind.

Uncle Seven:

I made up everything about the industry in this article. Anyway, the background is overhead, so don’t take it seriously.

Baidu Encyclopedia: The meatballs made of lean meat that were often eaten in the south of my country during the Chinese New Year were called "yuanzi" or meatballs.