Chapter 47 Are you really so short of money? Desperate Sanniang
Although Wen Si is not a serious artist, she has become a hot topic recently, and her figure and appearance are no worse than Zhong Runxi's. Who wouldn't use her?
Just after Wen Si asked for leave from Director Li, Ling Wei called and said that they had reached an agreement with "I Am a Designer" and they agreed to make a temporary substitution.
"Great! Then just pick me up and I'll pack my luggage!"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Si went straight to the dormitory.
Ye Sangsang looked confused when he saw her rummaging through the boxes and cabinets: "What are you doing, Sister Sisi?"
"My company has something to do temporarily and I need to travel for a few days." Wen Si explained.
"Recording a variety show requires a temporary business trip? Then it's not easy for all of you who are bosses." Ye Sangsang clicked his tongue, and suddenly felt a little lucky that he was just a person who had made small achievements in the self-media direction. Ordinary people.
When I want to work, I shoot videos. When I don’t want to work, I eat, drink, play, and lie down.
Anyway, she doesn’t have much of a team to feed. If one person is full, the whole family won’t be hungry.
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." Wen Si said.
"Then remember to bring me delicious food when you come back~" Ye Sangsang said coquettishly.
Although the place she was going to might not have any delicious food, Wen Si still said yes with a smile.
Ling Wei's efficiency was as high as ever. It was three or four hours' journey from Zhongyue to the Love Shack, but she arrived half an hour early.
The car also carried Wen Si's temporary life assistant, named Huanhuan.
After picking up Wen Si, she drove straight to the airport and sent Wen Si and Huan Huan to the boarding gate.
The "I am a Designer" program team is currently stationed in the Sahara Desert.
Wen Si and Huanhuan first took a 20-hour international flight to Morocco, and then drove from Morocco to the desert.
When we finally arrived at the hotel where the program crew was staying, another 9 hours had passed.
Although I had food, drink and sleep along the way, the 29 hours of continuous transportation itself was already exhausting enough.
No wonder Zhong Runxi fell ill as soon as he arrived.
After entering the room, Wen Si and Huan Huan didn't bother to clean up and had no appetite to eat. As soon as they lay down on the bed, they began to fall asleep.
Sleep after extreme exertion was extremely comfortable. Wen Si's hands and feet were so weak during this sleep that he couldn't even hear the constant buzzing of his cell phone.
It wasn't until she woke up the next morning and saw countless missed calls displayed in the notification bar that she slapped her forehead!
Damn it, I was so tired last night that I just went to bed and forgot to call Ling Wei to say she was safe!
Fortunately, Ling Wei has the contact information of the staff responsible for contacting her.
When calls to Wen Si and Huan Huan went unanswered, she contacted the staff directly. Knowing that they had arrived safely, she put her heart back in her stomach and stopped worrying all night.
"There is a big temperature difference between day and night in the desert. Remember to apply sunscreen during the day, wear goggles and a hat, cover yourself with a quilt at night, and remember to wear a down jacket when going out to avoid catching a cold..." Ling Wei was like an old mother sending her cubs on a trip. Repeatedly on the phone.
Wen Si stretched out feeling refreshed, and his voice, which he had just gotten up from, was still a little nasal, soft, as if he was coquettishly saying: "Okay, okay, I understand, go to bed quickly!"
She had just woken up, but Ling Wei, who had an eight-hour time difference with her, actually stayed up late just to wait for her to call back after she woke up.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Si cleared the series of missed calls in the message notification bar, but unexpectedly found a WeChat friend request reminder buried at the bottom of the missed call reminder.
She clicked in with a suspicious look on her face and saw...
[Request to add you as a friend. 】The avatar is blank, the WeChat name is blank, and even the circle of friends is clean, looking more like a zombie account than a zombie account.
Wen Si approved his friend application and sent a question mark.
Wen Si: [? 】
Wen Si: [Excuse me, are you...? 】
The other party's area showed that she was in Kyoto, and she was mentally prepared not to receive a reply.
Just when I was about to get up and wash up, my phone vibrated unexpectedly.
【Jiang Zhihuai. 】
Seeing this name that she recognized even after turning into ashes, Wen Si said: "..."
Help! She has traveled thousands of miles to Africa, why can't she get rid of him?
And it’s already twelve o’clock in the morning in Kyoto time! Brother, don't you want to sleep?
It was okay that she didn’t ask, but Jiang Zhihuai felt aggrieved when she asked: [Aren’t you just waiting for your reply? 】
[You left as soon as you said you wanted to, without even saying hello, and you still went to Africa...]
He listed her 'crimes' one by one. His original intention was to express his concern for her, but the more he talked about it, the more outrageous she felt. At the end of the list, there was only one sentence left: [Are you really so short of money? Desperate Sanniang? 】
Wen Si: "..."
【What does it have to do with you? 】 She asked in a bad temper.
Jiang Zhihuai: [It’s none of my business, but I feel bad. 】
He actually wanted to say that if he encounters something similar next time, could he not bear it silently alone?
She can definitely ask him for help, and he will be happy to help her.
But he knew very well in his heart that Zhongyue was not his company, and she did not belong to him.
He doesn't even have the position or qualifications to say these words.
So all the complaints and heartache piled up until the end, and turned into a carefully thought-out sentence: [My WeChat ID is my mobile phone number. If you need anything, you can call me anytime. I'm always here. 】
Wen Si didn't expect that when he came up, he looked like he was going to accuse her, but in the end, he just wanted to help her because he felt sorry for her.
And she was not a ungrateful person. Her arrogance instantly subsided and she replied to him rather embarrassedly: [I understand, thank you. 】
[No merit will be rewarded, so you should save this until I can really help you. 】
After thinking about it, he added: [Take good care of yourself and come back soon, we all miss you. 】
For once, Wen Si was well-behaved and replied: [Yeah~]
After breakfast, Wen Si and Huanhuan took the nanny car provided by the program team to the artists and headed to the variety show recording site.
In the sky full of yellow sand, the program team set up a winding T stage. The host, wearing a bohemian-style fringed skirt, said enthusiastically to the camera: "Hello, audience friends! Welcome to "I Am Design" The scene of the "Division" finals!"
"First of all, let us use warm applause and cheers to invite the ten designers who were shortlisted for the finals. They are..."
Every time the host calls a name, the corresponding designer will come on stage, nodding and smiling at the camera in a restrained manner, or walking around the venue to interact closely with the fashion connoisseurs sitting in the audience.
After the introduction of the contestants, it was the turn of the supporting guests to appear.
(End of chapter)