Chapter 870 Brother Feng is awesome
The makeup teacher hired by the program team is quite reliable. Maybe it’s because the competition is too long and the contestants are about to face high-temperature stoves to set their makeup. Jiang Feng feels that the makeup time this time is longer than the previous makeup time. Much more.
Wu Minqi arrived, and he finished the buns that Wu Minqi brought for him. The two of them even chatted for a while about Wu Jialiang's newly dyed hairstyle, before it was Jiang Feng's turn to put on makeup.
By the time Jiang Feng's makeup and hair were all finished, it was already nine o'clock. The same batch of makeup artists as Jiang Feng were Luo Lan and Wu Minqi. This meant that the last batch of makeup duo for the rooftop restaurant backdrop might not have enough time to complete their makeup and hair.
But it doesn’t matter, it’s the background board anyway. Even if these two people make desserts, they are all understudies for Roland. They are understudies. They have the same makeup and hair or not, so the camera will definitely not catch them.
The live broadcast will start on time at ten o'clock. There is less than an hour left. The viewers who came early have already begun to enter. Sun Maocai is looking at the cheat sheet he typed last night and is still mumbling something, obviously he wants to be in the game. Go through the soup making process again before, to avoid making mistakes during the competition.
Sun Jikai was concerned about whether his father would come to watch the game today. Although he wanted the ticket for Sun Changping, he was not sure whether Sun Changping would come.
Wu Minqi was worried about whether her father would fight with the Jiang family.
Only Jiang Feng's focus was strange. He was worried about whether there were enough seats in the first row.
There are only sofa chairs in the first row. If the first row is not big enough for the Jiang family, the chairs in the back may not be able to bear the weight of more than 200 kilograms.
Just when Jiang Feng was worried and hesitating whether to send a message to ask his father how everyone was sitting, a staff member hurried into the rest room, walked up to Jiang Feng, bent down and whispered: "Mr. Jiang Feng, your There is something wrong with the family and friends group, and you may need to go out..."
Jiang Feng didn't even hear the whole sentence. He only heard the first half of the sentence before his heart skipped a beat. He thought it was over. Sure enough, there was something wrong with the chair. He quickly got up and ran away.
The staff member was left looking at a loss, and said the second half of the sentence blankly: "... persuade him."
Jiang Feng walked out from the backstage and when he walked around to the auditorium, he found that there was no problem with the seats.
The seats were arranged very well. The Jiang family members all sat in the first row, and they were very comfortable. Among them, Jiang Shoucheng was leaning on the soft sofa chair with a comfortable expression, happily playing with his mobile phone. Only then did Jiang Feng notice that the seats in the first row were actually longer than those in the following rows. There were many more seats, taking up all the aisle seats.
Not only can it accommodate the Jiang family, it also has three more seats.
The problem was with row 2.
It was very obvious that apart from Wu Hanxue, Wu's mother, Wu Jialiang, Sun Changping, Lu Sheng and the old man beside Lu Sheng who Jiang Feng didn't know, there were 3 or 4 staff members gathered in the corner, talking to them. The people sitting there were arguing loudly and fiercely, and it seemed that a physical conflict was about to break out.
The Jiang family members in the first row were either playing with their mobile phones or sitting on their chairs looking back at the show.
Seeing Jiang Feng come out, the staff standing in front of the first row rushed forward to pull him as if they were seeing a savior, and took him around the corner to the corner of the second row. As they walked, they said: "Mr. Jiang Feng, you have figured it out. This should be your friend. I told him that our show is not a concert or a variety show. He can't carry a light sign. And the words on his light sign are not suitable for being photographed. It would be fine if the camera doesn't scan him when he is sitting in the back, but he is sitting in the second row and the camera will definitely catch it. We are so straight It can’t be edited later, it really can’t be lifted up, please advise him, this really needs to be taken away.”
Jiang Feng was confused when he heard this, thinking about friends and light signs.
Then he got closer, saw the light sign clearly, and saw his friend clearly.
In the middle of the crowd is Wang Hao.
He was hugging two stacked light signs on his chest, as if he wanted to argue and defend his beloved light signs to the death.
These two light signs are quite big and have a lot of words on them. One light sign says Brother Feng is awesome, and the other light sign says Brother Feng must win.
Jiang Feng:...
Where is his rolling pin?
Now he just wants to beat this traitor to death with a rolling pin!
Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Wang Hao became as excited as if he saw the savior. He hugged the light sign and stood up. He didn't know which switch on the light sign was touched, and the LED light on the light sign suddenly shone. stand up. Just like a neon sign, it is also accompanied by sound effects similar to those of a sprinkler truck, instantly becoming the focus of the audience.
Jiang Feng:...
He felt that he no longer needed the rolling pin. He could now beat this traitor to death with his bare hands.
"Brother Feng, they are too much. I obviously called the program team a few days ago and asked if I could bring some props for cheering, and they clearly said yes. Now I spent money to customize them and brought them, and they said How can you do this if you don't want to give up and take it away?" Wang Hao's face was full of anger and distress about the money he spent to customize the light sign.
"You didn't say it was this kind of light sign when you made the call. We are doing a live broadcast and the words on it cannot be broadcast." The staff pointed to Brother Feng's awesome sign, "And You didn’t say that your light sign has light effects and sound. Your voice is too sharp and harsh, and you are in the front row, which will definitely affect the competition of the players on the stage.”
"Please put the light sign away. It's best not to return it to him after the game." Jiang Feng forced a smile to the staff, forcibly snatched the light sign from Wang Hao's hand and handed it to the staff.
The staff happily ran away holding the light sign.
Seeing that it was hopeless to hold up the light sign, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh in disappointment, then opened the small black bag he was carrying in front of Jiang Feng and took out two banners from it.
The words on the banner looked so familiar.
Brother Feng is awesome!
Brother Feng will win!
Jiang Feng:...
He had to wonder if Wang Hao had taken money from Chef Arnold in order to break his mentality before the game and make him perform abnormally during the game.
"Have you been writing advertising copy for others in this way for more than a year?" Jiang Feng was really shocked. Wang Hao's level of publicity is still that of an outstanding employee of their company. Has this kind of company not closed down yet?
Wang Hao smiled shyly: "I'm usually embarrassed to tell you, Brother Feng, you don't understand, today's customers like this kind of direct and exaggerated style."
Jiang Feng turned around silently and asked Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide in the front row to deal with Wang Hao's problem. After all, Jiang Shoucheng was professional in dealing with medical troubles.
"Brother Cheng, Brother De, please deal with him." Jiang Feng pointed at Wang Hao behind him and left without looking back.
Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide, who were concentrating on playing with their mobile phones, quickly put down their mobile phones and began to help Jiang Feng deal with Wang Hao's pre-match obstacle.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, no, it's just a little joke. That light sign is just a joke. Press the switch twice and there will be only lights and no sound effects. No, I actually just want to help you pull up a banner. Really, you believe me. , really, banners work great Yes. Brother Feng, Brother Feng, don't do this! Brother De, Brother Cheng, we are all old acquaintances. We can't do it. I can't do it. Don't do it. Don't... It hurts. It really hurts. Brother Cheng, I promise... Brother Feng!”
Jiang Feng returned to the background happily.
The Wu family and the melon-eating people who witnessed everything:...
Wu Hanxue frowned and shook his head in displeasure: "It's just nonsense!"
Mother Wu thought the interaction between Jiang Feng and Wang Hao just now was quite interesting. She smiled and said, "I think it's pretty good. Relax before the game. Xiao Feng and his friend are quite interesting."
"Didn't Qiqi say that we can eat the porridge made by Xiaofeng when we sit here later? I remember that when you were watching the variety show before, you really wanted to try the porridge he made. Today you got your wish. ." Mother Wu said.
Wu Hanxue said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense about watching variety shows. I never watch variety shows."
Wu Jialiang: "Pfft."
"Jia Liang, what are you talking about?" Wu Hanxue turned to his eldest nephew with a cold eyebrow.
"Nothing, nothing, I choked on my saliva." Wu Jialiang immediately became serious and took out his cell phone to send a message to Wu Minqi with a straight face.
Wu Jialiang: Your dad wants to drink the porridge made by Jiang Feng.
Wu Minqi: ()(End of Chapter)