pjbooks Chapter 117 Living off a woman
Chapter 117 Living off a woman
Chapter 117 Living off a woman
A week later.
Qinbei, Yucheng.
The winds of the Loess Plateau, with their unique roughness, howl and sweep across thousands of gullies and ravines.
The sky here is a clear, bright blue, but the land beneath your feet is crisscrossed with gullies, exuding a desolate yet stubborn spirit.
Just like the folk songs that have been passed down for thousands of years on this land, what they roar out is an inexhaustible wildness.
But today, the landscape on this desolate yellow land has undergone a dramatic transformation.
"puff--"
Li Feng, who was adjusting the camera, glanced at the figure standing on the hilltop through the viewfinder and couldn't help but spray the water he had just drunk into a mist.
"Old Cheng, is this really appropriate?"
While wiping the water stains off the lens, Li Feng turned to look at the man next to him who was wearing a tattered sheepskin coat and had a white towel wrapped around his head: "If this gets out, I'm afraid Wang Shuo will never be able to get married in her life."
The one referred to as "Old Cheng" is naturally Cheng Ming.
At this moment, he was dressed in the typical attire of an old farmer from northern Qin. His sheepskin coat looked quite old, with the cuffs worn smooth and shiny, and he had even smeared some ash on his face.
But his face was so striking that even in the most tacky outfit, he managed to exude a decadent beauty reminiscent of a "fallen aristocrat."
Cheng Ming remained calm: "What's there to be afraid of? Art always requires sacrifice. Besides, Wang Shuo is dedicating himself to the cultural tourism cause of Shaanxi. This is a noble cause."
After saying that, he shouted at the red figure standing not far away, disheveled in the wind, "Shuo'er, emotion! I need emotion! You're a rich woman from Qinbei, not a matchmaker from Qinbei! You need to capture that 'I'm rich but I'm empty' vibe!"
Following Cheng Ming's gaze.
On the edge of the Loess Plateau, a shocking figure stood.
Wang Shuo.
The tall, 1.85-meter-tall Shandong man, weighing 185 kilograms, was wearing a bright red floral cotton-padded jacket, emerald green cotton-padded trousers, and embroidered shoes.
Most shockingly, he wore a straw-like wig, had two pigtails tied high on his head, and his face was painted with two patches of red from the high altitude.
When the wind blew, the red shirt and green pants danced wildly in the wind, the visual impact was so strong that it could make one's retina detach.
Wang Shuosheng reluctantly tugged at his tight cotton-padded jacket, his fatty muscles almost causing the buttons to pop open.
"Old Cheng... godfather... father, biological father..."
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Wang Shuo's voice, though rough, was now trembling with tears: "Could I ask to be given a different role? I'd even be willing to play that donkey! This rich woman... I really can't play her!"
Since following Cheng Ming, Wang Shuo's life trajectory has completely gone astray.
From a construction worker to a nouveau riche, and then to an Indian, he thought that was the bottom line.
until today.
It wasn't until he put on this women's clothing and stood in the wind of Qinbei that he realized that in Cheng Ming's dictionary, the concept of a bottom line simply did not exist.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Cheng Ming walked over and straightened Wang Shuo's slightly askew wig: "Think about it, what are we doing this for? It's to respond to the provincial department's call! It's to make this land of Qinbei thrive!"
"Look at this terrain. It's easy to meet, but hard to hold hands. The brother is on the mountaintop, and the sister is at the bottom of the ravine. What is this? It's a sense of distance!"
"What we're going to film today is this extreme contrast created by a sense of distance!"
Cheng Ming, with a straight face, convincingly said, "You're a rich woman, and I'm a poor guy. We're going to act out a story that transcends class and money... a story of a woman who's willing to live off a man!"
Wang Shuo's lips twitched: "You're saying I'm a kept man... Are you sure you're not just making fun of me?"
"That's called a persona!"
Cheng Ming patted him on the shoulder, "Ready? Li Feng, camera position!"
Li Feng suppressed a laugh and gave an OK sign: "Camera position is normal, sound reception is normal, and the background music, the song 'Sending Off the Bride' that you composed, is ready."
This time, the Yulin Culture and Tourism Bureau spared no expense to support Cheng Ming's "art of gimmicks".
Following Cheng Ming's advice, they invited "Northwest Hammer King" and "Tian Runye" from "Ordinary World" to film the subsequent MV contrast.
They even coordinated this excellent filming location, and a deputy director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau personally took part in the role of Wang Shuo's "tycoon father".
The deputy director, who was over fifty years old, was dressed in a silk robe like a wealthy landlord and stood waiting on the sidelines. Looking at Wang Shuo's appearance, the old man's expression was indescribable, and he hesitated several times before speaking.
Action!
""
At Cheng Ming's command, the mournful and poignant melody of "Sending Off the Bride" echoed through the empty valley.
The unique desolate feeling of northern Qin was instantly brought to the fore.
In the lens.
Cheng Ming carried a tattered snakeskin bag on his back, looking back every few steps, his eyes filled with melancholy and deep affection, like a poor lover who was about to leave for a distant land and had to part with his beloved.
Even with the camera zoomed in on his face, his down-on-his-luck yet handsome face could instantly capture the hearts of countless young girls.
however.
next second.
The scene shifts.
The scene then cuts to the "younger sister" on the cliff edge.
Wang Shuo swayed his 1.85-meter-tall, barrel-shaped waist, raised his orchid-like fingers, and forced a hint of shyness onto his face covered in rouge.
He strained his voice, using a falsetto loud enough to make a rooster crow, and sang: "Brother Ming, you're going west~ I'll leave you here~"
"As long as you don't leave, Ming-gege, I'll be your girlfriend!"
The shout startled several goats that were grazing, causing them to tremble and bleat as they ran away.
Li Feng's hand, which was carrying the machine, suddenly trembled, and he almost smashed it.
This is talent.
Although Wang Shuo deliberately used a slang term for comedic effect, his pitch and breath control gave this originally tragic song a sense of arrogance, as if he were "forcing a good woman into prostitution."
Cheng Ming stopped and turned around.
The wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead. His eyes held a complex mix of reluctance and calculation as he began to sing, "Little sister, if you follow your third brother, your days will be numbered."
"My house has nothing but a stool and a bed."
Once the lyrics are changed, the whole flavor is altered.
The original "Sending Off the Bride" was about the helplessness of unrequited love, but now it has become a blatant "discouragement" and "test".
Wang Shuo stood on high ground, his bright red cotton-padded jacket fluttering in the wind. He stomped his foot, his expression a mix of coquettishness and rage: "My mother said she'd give him ten cows if he married me!"
"My dad said that whoever marries me will get a hundred jars of aged wine as a gift."
Ten cows!
One hundred jars of aged wine!
In the rural areas of northern Qin, that would be considered a very wealthy family!
Cheng Ming's eyes lit up instantly.
That original determination to go west and strive for success crumbled instantly, replaced by a desire to "not want to work hard anymore".
He took two steps forward, seemingly tempted but also somewhat reserved, tentatively trying to negotiate: "Ask your dad if he can build me a two-story house~"
"If he does it, I won't leave—I'll stay with you until we grow old together."
Good guy!
To have taken being a kept man to this level is truly unparalleled!
Not only do they want cattle and wine, but they also want to build a two-story house!
At this moment, the deputy director of the Yulin Culture and Tourism Bureau, who had been waiting in the wings, finally made his appearance.
He walked into the camera with his hands behind his back, a swaggering gait, and an air of arrogance.
Looking at the poor young man in front of him who wanted to steal away his "beautiful" daughter, the uncle snorted coldly, but also had a hint of eagerness to "finally marry off this money-losing girl".
As soon as Wang Shuo saw his father arrive, he immediately got into character, leaning his massive body against the uncle, almost causing him to stumble, and said coquettishly, "Dad~ look at him~"
The middle-aged man steadied himself, waved his hand dismissively, and declared with an air of grandeur, "No need to ask! Deal!"
The word "Deal" was spoken with absolute certainty, as if Cheng Ming would change his mind if he hesitated even a second longer.
"Card!"