The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing Gods and Playing Ghosts Chapter 130 Day [-]·Jiang Yiming: Young Master is Smart

The next day, when Jiang Yiming saw Weibo belatedly, his head grew dizzy.

All of them are like rainbow farts lurking in the fan base.

What are you doing?

Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes and found the original source of forwarding. Aite sent a Weibo to the other party——

@Restart江一明v: @秋赵 doesn't need to say much if it sounds good, the money owed can be paid back first.

As soon as Jiang Yiming's Weibo was posted, the netizens who watched and ate melons this time clapped their hands: Owe money?borrow money?Wonderful.

The comments below quickly missed the point, and they all cared about why Qiu Hao asked someone to borrow money—could it be that he was in debt?Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and drugs?

Seeing that the comments were like wild horses running wild, Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue, picked one and replied, "It's just a 50 amulet."

The accommodation fee has not been added yet.

【50?amulet? 】

[I rely on robbery? 】

[Which master god gave this light?Actually want 50? 】

[To be honest, I am here in a small city on the 50th tier, [-] yuan can afford a small apartment]

【…】

Seeing Jiang Yiming, the corner of his mouth curled up, resisting the desire to reply to one of them, thinking to himself: Which master god gave the light?Of course it was Young Master Jiang.

Qiu Hao didn't expect that Jiang Yiming would return to Aite himself. Seeing the content that Jiang Yiming clarified for himself at the bottom of the comment, Qiu Fei blinked and was even more surprised.

He always felt that Jiang Yiming was the kind of person who didn't like to meddle in other people's business unless he had to, and he was not easy to get along with.

Like the content under this comment, he felt that Jiang Yiming didn't need to talk about it at all, at least if it was him, he wouldn't go out of his way to explain a sentence—too much to say, so wrong, especially on Weibo— —But Jiang Yiming explained something for him.

Qiu Hao realized that he still had misunderstandings and blind spots for Jiang Yiming.

He saw a comment in the comments, questioning that 50 amulets were too expensive, and was followed by more than 1000 replies. Qiu Hao squinted his eyes, thinking of Jiang Yiming, and suddenly felt an impulse, and replied in one go:

@Qiu Haov: Worth it.

Qiu Hao replied to the fans' comments and went offline happily.

[Okay, all the parties have come to reply in person to prove it, I advise some people to be kind]

【Actually, I want to see the true face of the amulet worth 50...】

【Want to see+1】

[I have a bold guess, why did you buy the amulet for 50 yuan, and it was for Mingming?This talisman, couldn’t be the light that Mingming gave…]

[Impossible, who is Jiang Yiming?It's enough for the fans to brag about those things on his show. I think it's just a hype of the show. Do you really think of yourself as a master? 】

【Hehe, if Jiang Yiming really did it, what about you?Splitting durians or eating keyboards in live broadcast? 】

[If Jiang Yiming really did it, I'll send him the head]

Jiang Yiming said that he has not put down his phone and logged off Weibo yet.

When he doesn't exist?

The young master snorted softly and moved his fingers.

@Restart江一明v: I did it, you keep the head, not interested. [Smile]

【…】

【I!Depend on!Hahahahahahahahaha absolutely! 】

[The lord personally slaps his face hahahahaha]

[Hahahaha, unexpected but reasonable, I thought my little idol would strictly control his words and deeds after he became popular, but I didn’t expect it to be like this...hahaha]

[It is true that 233333 saw that it was sent by Jiang Yiming, so I thought it was a normal operation again haha]

[As expected of Jiang Yiming, the man who made his mentor so angry that he left the stage and gave up the finals on the debut stage! 】

Jiang Yiming sneered, and then Shi Shiran went offline.

The studio was reopened, and without the troubles of ghosts and ghosts, the progress of filming suddenly went much smoother.

Qiu Hao and Jiang Yiming's rivalry scenes, as the plot progressed more and more, the more he filmed later, the more he felt that Jiang Yiming and his character Chen Feng were very similar.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Qiu Hao has a much stronger sense of substitution for his role, and the number of NGs is less than before.

Not long after the outdoor scenes were finished, Jiang Yiming finished filming. His scenes were only the lead actor, and rarely in the studio. As soon as the outdoor scenes were over, the concentrated shooting in the studio was over for a week.

On the day of Jiang Yiming's filming, he went back to the hotel to pack his suitcases, and after arranging them, he suddenly found an old turntable under his clothes.

Jiang Yiming stared at the turntable with familiar eyes, and he didn't know if Jiang Yiming's gaze was too intense, but he saw the pointer of the old turntable dangling like a puppy's tail.

"So it's you." Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes halfway, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. It was the turntable that scared Tang Guoqiu Hao and the others that night.

Jiang Yiming picked up the turntable and flicked his finger lightly on the pointer. No matter how he fiddled with it, the pointer would always stay on that line of words unbiasedly—the direction of the heart, the way of the Tao, may be obtained by a saint.

"It's always the same sentence over and over again, what's the use of you?" Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes, feeling a little bored. He was about to throw it back when he saw the writing of the twenty or so options on the turntable slowly changed. .

[The saint's brows and eyes are like poetry and painting, bowing his head and frowning are all scenery]

【Warm mountains and warm waters are not as good as the peach blossoms kissed by your lips】

【The place where the saint is located is the most gentle center of the world】

【…】

【You are the creamy ice cream on the hot black tea, you are the white icing on the doughnut, you are the sweetness in the five flavors of life】

In the blink of an eye, the more than 20 options that seemed a little weird and eerie all turned into touted rainbow farts, one more naked than the other, and one more dogleg than the other.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and couldn't help chuckling, this thing was more spiritual than he thought.

The young master curled his fingers and tapped on the board lightly: "I have said so much, but I haven't seen black tea, ice cream and donuts coming out, it's all empty talk."

The small turntable shook the pointer and swung to that one.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly, and within a minute or two, the doorbell rang outside.

"Sir, room service, gift before check-out." said the waiter outside.

When Jiang Yiming opened the door, he saw the waiter pushing a dessert station outside. Seeing Jiang Yiming, he enthusiastically raised a professional smile: "Ice cream donuts served with black tea ice cream, as an afternoon tea for you , I hope you will be satisfied with the hotel’s accommodation service.”

Jiang Yiming blinked, put down his afternoon tea and sent the waiter away, then turned to the old turntable: "Not bad."

The turntable shook the pointer happily, like an excited puppy who got a compliment.

In view of the behavior of the old turntable just now, it was put back in the suitcase by Young Master Jiang.

For Jiang Yiming's finale, Teng Qinghua specially made a large cake, using materials according to Jiang Yiming's taste, which was very suitable for the young master.

Few of the actors in the crew dared to be as sweet as Jiang Yiming. After the staff were divided, there was still a small half, all of which were packed away by Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming dragged the suitcase, and twitched the corners of his mouth under Teng Qinghua's reluctant gaze. He knew that this was just a finale, but what he didn't know was that he was going to travel far away and would not return for half his life.

Qiu Hao muttered in a low voice: "What if something happens later, what should I do? Without Teacher Jiang's escort..."

Teng Qinghua's eyes became more intense, didn't they!

"Isn't it enough to adulterate all those props? If you use fake cinnabar, fake talisman paper, and fake wooden sword, there won't be any trouble, right?" Tang Guo said.

"How can that be done? Teacher Jiang said, you must be in awe, and use fake props to make a fuss. This is perfunctory contempt!" Teng Qinghua immediately retorted.

Tang Guo: "..."

"I've said before that what needs to be changed and how to change it." Jiang Yiming heard the words and said, "If you believe it, just change it according to what I said. If you don't believe it, then you can do whatever you want."

"Trust me! Change it, you must change it according to Teacher Jiang's instructions, without changing a single word!" Teng Qinghua said quickly, he remembered that Jiang Yiming had given him a revised draft before, where did he leave it?

The fat director scratched the back of his head twice, he must have not thrown it away, it must have been placed somewhere, he will find it later!

"Okay, then I'm leaving." Jiang Yiming lifted his chin slightly, and a nanny car slowly stopped not far away, and Bao Qiwen got out of the car.

"Director Teng, I'm here to pick him up." Bao Qiwen put on a fox-like smile, narrowed his eyes and looked at Teng Qinghua, "Thank you Director Teng for finally being willing to let him go."

"It's not that I'm willing, it's just that I don't want to." The fat director hummed softly, he was not willing to let Jiang Yiming go, but Chen Feng's scenes were only so small, and they were gone after the filming, what could he do? ?

Bao Qiwen didn't miss Teng Qinghua's mumble, he couldn't help being funny, and he didn't know whether he was reluctant to part with Young Master Jiang's sense of security in eliminating demons, or because he was reluctant to part with Young Master Jiang.

Tang Guo saw Bao Qiwen with envy in his eyes.

If anyone signed under Bao Qiwen, it would be strange if he didn't become popular.

Xiaohong relies on support, Dahong relies on life.

Bao Qiwen noticed Tang Guo's gaze, he glanced over it casually, and took it back lightly.

He likes artists with goals, but he doesn't like artists who are too utilitarian. Tang Guo wants to be popular too much. Zhong Sheng reminded him to beware of the other party's hype. Maybe it was when Zhong Sheng came to the set for the first time to visit the set, he noticed something.

"Let's go." Bao Qiwen said to Jiang Yiming.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Tang Guo hesitated and shouted, "I want to have a few words with Mr. Jiang alone."

Bao Qiwen frowned: "Alone? It's not appropriate."

"It's okay." Jiang Yiming glanced at Tang Guo, tilted his head and said to Bao Qiwen, "Go and wait for me in the car, I think it's only a few words."

Tang Guo felt that Jiang Yiming's glance seemed to have seen through all her thoughts.

She flinched slightly.

"Follow me." Jiang Yiming said calmly, and walked towards the open space beside him.

Tang Guo pursed her lips and licked her lips, then quickly followed.

"Teacher Jiang..." Tang Guo walked to the open space and said, "Do you still remember what happened in my room that night? I also played with that turntable..."

Jiang Yiming nodded slightly, it could be seen that she had also played, her brows and eyes were darkened, as if she had been found by something.

"What I switched to was a reward—a transparent kiss." Tang Guo said, "Without more information, I was a little scared, because until now, I haven't encountered any special situation, like Qiu Hao, Zhang Xiaofan and Li Changjian and the others, no matter what they were transferred to, they all ended their rewards and punishments that night, but I, until now, have not..."

Tang Guo has been living in fear during this time. She doesn't know when this "reward" will appear, and she will be shocked by the slightest disturbance, so that she hasn't had a restful sleep for a long time, and the dark circles under her eyes are heavy. Even the makeup artist is helpless.

Now that Jiang Yiming is about to leave, Tang Guo is afraid that when he meets him later, there will be no one around him who can help him.

Jiang Yiming interrupted her: "Not realized? Not necessarily."

Tang Guo was stunned.

"Miss Tang, your brows and eyes are dark, and your complexion is weak. It is obvious that you have dealt with those things, and your body is somewhat damaged." Jiang Yiming said slowly. He noticed that Tang Guo's face changed after hearing his words. Bluish and whitish.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Since the turntable gave you a transparent kiss, the reward and punishment will be completed automatically. No one knows whether the reward will turn into a shock, and it will be a good thing if it ends without knowing it."

Tang Guo murmured in a low voice: "...You mean, that transparent kiss has already been given to me?"

Jiang Yiming responded.

He looked at Tang Guo's face for a moment, and said: "However, Miss Tang's face and complexion are so badly damaged, I'm afraid it didn't happen in a day."

"Frozen three feet is not a day's cold. I suggest you not to listen to third-rate people and bring dirty things to your side." Jiang Yiming said pointedly.

After he dropped the bomb, he turned and left leisurely.

Tang Guo's body trembled, and he stood there stiffly, without taking a step for a long time.

Jiang Yiming walked to the nanny's car, and Bao Qiwen was waiting for him by the passenger door. When he saw him coming, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you ready?"

"En." Jiang Yiming nodded, seeing that Bao Qiwen didn't sit in the back seat with him like before, he couldn't help raising his brows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Zhong Sheng is here too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the anti-peeping window at the back of the nanny's car rolled down slowly, and Zhong Sheng's profile with profound features appeared behind the window.

"You know everything, it's not easy to give a surprise."

When Jiang Yiming saw him, his caramel-colored round eyes narrowed into half arcs with a smile: "Young master is smart, I'm sorry."