Chapter 464: Director’s Group 183: Oh no, we have to cut here today! (Second update)_2


    Apart from Director Chen, there was Ji Heng and an embroideress in the kitchen.


    These three did not let a group of students get involved.


    Outside, Ning Xiao washed the fruits they bought, cut them, and ced them neatly on a te to bring out.


    There were two embroideresses working on their embroidery at one side. After Pu Xiaohan finished photographing the fish, she went to take pictures of them, while Jiang He sat on a high stool nearby, his eyes wide open watching.


    Ming Dongheng stood with his arms folded next to Jiang He, asionally speaking when Bai Lian and Jiang Fi called out to him.


    Tang Ming, ying Go with Weng Qi, finally couldn’t help himself and asked Weng Qi across from him, “Don’t you think I’m really cool?”


    Weng Qi: “…a?”


    Ok, Tang Ming got it.


    After Ning Xiao finished with the fruit and saw there was nothing for him to do, he took out his phone and asked Jiang Fi a question.


    Bai Lian looked down at the time on her hand, five forty, then looked up and said to Jiang Fi, “I’m going to lead the way for Yan Lu.”<div>


    “Alright,” Jiang Fi nodded, tapping Ning Xiao’s phone screen and ncing at Ning Xiao for only a moment.


    Ning Xiao fell silentpletely.


    **


    Purest Street’s entrance.


    The film crew’s two vehicles were both parked there. The director got out of the car from the back, and the cameraman followed, shouldering the camera. Passengers on the street, upon seeing the filming equipment, couldn’t help but take a few extra nces.


    “Are you sure we go through here?” the director asked Yan Lu, hesitantly.


    The area was full of old houses, even the road paved with blue stone bs, and the nearby shops were old-fashioned. There were quite a few people around, but it didn’t feel like there was a fighting ring anywhere to be found.


    Was the fight just an old workshop?


    However, the program crew had already been shocked by the appearance of Sun Dan in the morning, capturing many precious scenes, so they were only moderately looking forward to Yan Lu’s and Mei Yi’s travel segment in the evening.


    But seeing this deste area, they were still skeptical.


    Yan Lu, looking down at Bai Lian’s reply on her phone, led them deeper in, “Yes, she’s waiting for us at a small convenience store.”


    The crew walked forward somewhat skeptically, several cameras already rolling and recording the journey.


    Yan Lu, unfamiliar with the ce, chatted about trivial things with Mei Yi.


    The two of them discussed the topic of acting.


    Behind them, Mei Yi’s agent looked at the surroundings and frowned, “Xinjie, is this reliable?”


    Xinjie herself wasn’t sure either.


    The group had only walked a few steps when they saw Bai Lian up ahead. She was dressed in a blue stand-cor top with a white long skirt beneath. Her hair was half-tied back, and she was holding a red ‘Wangzai’ milk, talking to the store owner,


    leaving everyone with just a view of her profile.


    At dusk, in the ancient alley with its lingering charm, a gigantic old tree stretched itszy branches into thene, casting a background of hazy glows and mists.<div>


    Compelled by the scene, the film crew paused for a moment.


    It was only when Yan Lu called out to Bai Lian that she turned her head slightly, with the straw in her mouth, and everyone snapped out of it.


    Yan Lu had already told the crew in advance to try not to film Bai Lian as much as possible.


    “Only five people can go in,” Bai Lian said after finishing her milk, squeezing the carton t.<div>


    The director, wearing his headset, said, “I know, we’ll just wait at the door then.”


    That was what he said, but the director had his own considerations. He had brought cash, nning to negotiate a bit with the staff at the door or to buy out others’ tickets at several times the price to sneak a few more people inside.


    Bai Lian tossed the milk carton into a trash can nearby.


    Hearing him, she nced at the director, probably guessing what he was thinking, and simply curved her lips without saying anything.


    She led the group towards the Qingshui Bridge.


    All along the way, several cameras were filming, and neighbors who recognized Bai Lian all greeted her with a smile, “What’s this for, a TV station?”


    “…”


    The crew captured these genuine reactions of the passersby.


    “These are all my neighbors,” Bai Lian said to Yan Lu and Mei Yi.


    Mei Yi looked at Bai Lian and smiled, “You seem to be quite popr.”


    The walk was a bit long, and as they approached the Qingshui Bridge, a middle-aged man with a scar on his brow, giving him a somewhat formidable air, slowly walked towards them while looking at his phone.


    The crew gave him a wide berth.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    However, he stopped upon seeing Bai Lian, “Where are you going? Didn’t Ning Xiao say you would be having dinner at your grandfather’s house?”<div>


    “I’m taking people to Backter Street; I’ll be back soon,” Bai Lian answered him slowly. Then she turned to introduce him to Yan Lu and Mei Yi, “This is Uncle Wang, my ssmate’s uncle.”


    “Hello,” Mei Yi and Yan Lu greeted politely.


    “I see,” Wang Youfeng looked at the director and his crew, grinning, “then you go ahead. I have to get fish soup from your grandfather’s house.”


    All around were Bai Lian’s neighbors. The cameraman, knowing Wang Youfeng was one of the locals, didn’t film him but focused on Mei Yi and Yan Lu instead, although some of the other cameras captured Wang Youfeng’s figure from behind.