Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1194 1211 [Bullying the soft and fearing the hard] Next
After Song Zhichao traveled along the coastline of Jeju Island for half a day, he drove the dilapidated black car back to Han Jiaren's filming location.

At this time, the wind was blowing on the sea, and the famous "lighthouse" in Korean dramas made a buzzing sound, as if someone was blowing a conch horn loudly inside the lighthouse.

As an advertising director, Bai Chunwan can be regarded as a person who races against time, and will not waste a little time. Seeing that the sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger, the advertising effect in the camera is getting worse and worse.

In desperation, Bai Chunwan had no choice but to order to take a break for a while, and continue shooting when the sea breeze subsides.

Song Zhichao was leaning on the car and talking on his mobile phone when Han Jiaren ran over with her gauze skirt.

"Where did you die?" Han Jiaren said.

Song Zhichao pouted at her, signaling that he was on the phone.

Only then did Han Jiaren lower her voice and say, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and I thought you were missing!"

Song Zhichao ignored her and continued talking with his mobile phone.

Feeling bored, Han Jiaren bent down and pulled a piece of grass from the ground, and teased Song Zhichao's nostrils as a joke.

Song Zhichao glared at her, and stretched out his hand to push Xiaocao away.

Han Jiaren continued to work hard, found a bunch of dandelions from somewhere, and blew them straight at Song Zhichao...

The dandelion flower feathers fell to the ground like small umbrellas, and some fell on Song Zhichao's head, face, and eyebrows, facing the wind, and got into his nostrils...

Song Zhichao couldn't hold back the "choo" sound anymore.

Han Jiaren giggled: "I really thought you could bear it, but you are also a weak chicken!"

Song Zhichao said a few words to the phone helplessly, then hung up, and then said to Han Jiaren angrily, "Is it fun to play a prank?"

"Of course it's interesting, I'm very happy!"

"But I'm very unhappy."

"Is it because of a prank, or because of bankruptcy?"

"What do you say?"

"Don't be unhappy! Life is full of miracles, just like that dandelion just miraculously got into your nose..."

"You still say?" Song Zhichao glared at Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren giggled again.

"People want to make you happy!"

"Did not see it."

"Stupid!" Han Jiaren gave a blank look, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Please, what time is it, you ask this question!"

"Ahem, it's only past four o'clock—what are you eating? Is it the instant noodles I gave you?"

"Seafood dinner! Your instant noodles are still in the car."

"Waste!" Han Jiaren's beautiful eyes flashed, "Give it to me!"

"doing what?"

"I'm hungry, I'll eat!"

"Huh? Are you a reincarnation of a starving ghost?!"

"How ugly! Have you ever seen a starving ghost as beautiful as me?" Han Jiaren walked around Song Zhichao's eyes pretending to be emotional while holding up her skirt.

Song Zhichao sighed: "Do you know what bragging is?"

Han Jiaren: "..."

Song Zhichao: "You were just blowing——!"

……

"Hi, I wonder if I can ask you a favor!" A male photographer with pigtails ran over and said to Song Zhichao eagerly.

It turned out that the sea breeze was so strong that it knocked down the colorful background board that was built before. There are not many men in this film crew, except Director Bai, who is the only two. No one is willing to do these rough jobs.

In desperation, the photographer saw Han Jiaren and Song Zhichao joking aside, and thought Song Zhichao was Han Jiaren's personal driver, so he ran over to ask for help.

Seeing that Song Zhichao remained silent, the photographer said again: "Don't worry, I won't let you help for nothing. We can pay you."

Han Jiaren had suffered from bickering just now, so she intentionally teased Song Zhichao, and whispered into his ear, "What a great opportunity—you just went bankrupt, and now you can still earn some food money!"

Song Zhichao smiled, feeling that Han Jiaren exhaled Ruolan, and exuded a very fresh girlish fragrance, couldn't help but shrugged his nose, turned his face and said to the photographer: "It's okay to help, just pay."

The photographer didn't expect Song Zhichao to be so talkative, so he couldn't help but happily said, "I'll treat you to coffee when I'm done with work."

Song Zhichao nodded and walked towards the shooting site with him.

Han Jiaren said from behind: "Come on!" Then he added: "Waiting for you to come back and continue bragging..."

Song Zhichao: "...???"

This girl is hopeless!

……

On the way, Song Zhichao and the photographer introduced each other.

The photographer's name is "Liu Zaiming", who graduated from the Department of Film Art in Seoul, South Korea, and has a "senior and junior" relationship with director Bai Chunwan.

This time when shooting the commercial, Liu Zaiming was taken care of by Bai Chunwan, so he ran over to act as a photographer.

According to what Liu Zaiming said, the current economic downturn in South Korea has affected the bustling entertainment industry to some extent, and many artists and technical personnel are unemployed at home.

It can be said that Liu Zaiming is very lucky to be able to find a job during a special time.

In words, Liu Zaiming seemed to be very grateful to director Bai Wanchun, "Senior Bai is a very nice person, you will know it after getting in touch with him a lot."

Song Zhichao smiled, but remained silent.

He had come into contact with Director Bai before, and he didn't look tall at all, which made Song Zhichao a little disgusted.

"Maybe it's because of the different angles we stand on." Song Zhichao said heartily.

The two of them had already reached the place where the background board fell while they were talking, and a woman with a ponytail was trying to protect it, preventing the strong wind from blowing the background board away.

"That's my girlfriend Kim Da Mi." Liu Zaiming said, "She and I were about to get married, who knew that she would have to come out with me to work hard when this happened." His tone was full of guilt .

"It's so beautiful, I called someone to come, you press the background board first, and we fix the rope!" Liu Zaiming said.

Song Zhichao started to work with him to fix the four corners of the rope.

The background board is very large, and it is really difficult for one or two people to handle it.

In desperation, Liu Zaiming had no choice but to call three more women from the photography team, and together they erected the tall background board, tied it with ropes, and firmly fixed it to the ground.

After doing all this, Song Zhichao was very tired.

At this time, Liu Zaiming came over with coffee, which was packed in a disposable paper cup, which seemed to be very hot and steaming.

It turns out that film crews like them have always had the habit of drinking coffee.

On the one hand, young people in South Korea are gradually becoming Americanized, and their living habits are such that they are proud of eating hamburgers and drinking coffee; on the other hand, coffee can be very effective in refreshing the mind. coffee habit.

"As I said, I invite you to drink coffee." Liu Zaiming handed the coffee to Song Zhichao with a smile.

Song Zhichao was not polite either, he took the coffee and felt his palms burning.

Liu Zaiming looked at Song Zhichao and took a serious look at this young man for the first time. He looked 25 or six years old, handsome and well dressed.

The bright gray Korean style suit on Song Zhichao looked handsome and handsome like a clothes hanger.

Liu Zaiming has always thought that he has a great figure, and is often praised by his girlfriend Kim Domi as a model with a golden ratio.

"Hey, this is a clothes hanger!" Liu Zaiming praised.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he inadvertently saw the brand of Song Zhichao's suit—it turned out to be a very luxurious "Armani"!
You must know that vanity is prevalent in Korean society, so that girls are proud of wearing luxury bags such as Chanel, Prada, and LV; men are proud of wearing luxury suits such as Brioni, Baleno, and Versace.

Like Liu Zaiming, one or two suits of very good brands are indispensable in the closet, but there is no such level as Armani - it is too expensive, and he has to save money to get married.

Seeing that Song Zhichao's suit turned out to be Armani, he couldn't help being a little envious.

"This Ah Chao also looks very tasteful. It's just how much money he earns a month as a private driver, and he wears such expensive clothes. He probably bought it with a credit card or a loan!"

"Oh, young people nowadays are too vain and extravagant!" Liu Zaiming shook his head, not sure whether it was envy or jealousy.

suddenly--
"Huh, your clothes seem to be dirty..." Liu Zaiming noticed that Song Zhichao's left shoulder was stained with a large amount of dirt.

Song Zhichao was always obsessed with cleanliness and frowned.

"It doesn't matter. I have prepared several sets of clothes when I came to shoot. Your body shape is similar to mine. If you don't mind, you can wear mine first." Liu Zaiming suggested.

Song Zhichao shook his head: "No, I'll just take it off and deal with it." Song Zhichao doesn't like to wear other people's clothes, cleanliness doesn't allow it.

Liu Zaiming nodded, thinking that Song Zhichao was reluctant to take off this expensive suit, so he pointed to the driveway beside him: "There are changing rooms and cleaning tools over there."

"Thank you!" Song Zhichao took a few sips of coffee, then walked towards the RV.

The caravan is very large, there are many things in it, and there is also a dressing room.

Song Zhichao closed the car door inside, and first took off the limited edition valuable "Patek Philippe" on his wrist.

Fortunately, this watch was not seen by Liu Zaiming. If he saw it, he would be speechless in surprise.

As for Han Jiaren, she knows a little bit about women's luxury goods, but she is very amateurish about men's luxury goods. Even if Song Zhichao wears a "plum blossom", she probably won't be able to see it.

Taking off the watch and putting it in his trouser pocket, Song Zhichao took off the suit jacket he was wearing, then picked up the spare cleaning tools on the RV, and cleaned it patiently.

……

After about 10 minutes --
Song Zhichao looked at the suit jacket after cleaning. Although there were still some stains, it was much better than before. There was no other way to do it now, but to wear it first and dry clean it after returning home.

After putting on the suit jacket again, Song Zhichao didn't bother to put the Patek Philippe back on again - he mainly felt that his hands were a bit dirty, and it was also caused by cleanliness.

Song Zhichao jumped directly from the RV, although he was still a little bit shy about the stain in his heart, but he could only bear it.

"The Shilla Resort Hotel is going to hold a grand ball tonight, I wonder if you have time, let's go together!"

When Song Zhichao got out of the car, he saw an extraordinary and handsome man talking with Han Jiaren next to another luxury car.

The man looked familiar, he was the big star who had partnered with Han Jiaren in the commercial before.

Han Jiaren was obviously a little impatient, her eyes wandered, as if she was dealing with it, and when she saw Song Zhichao, she hurriedly said, "Sorry, my friend is out!"

Then he walked quickly to Song Zhichao's side, and said in a low voice, "I'll lend you my arm." He took Song Zhichao's hand directly, and then leaned sideways on Song Zhichao's shoulder without any trace, showing a bright smile, looking happy.

Seeing this, the handsome man shrank his pupils, but he still maintained a handsome appearance, and he took the initiative to reach out his hand to Song Zhichao and said, "Hello, let's meet, my humble Park Junheng is also the male protagonist of this commercial, and he is a partner with Miss Han Jiaren!" As he said that, he deliberately exposed the Earl watch on his wrist that was several grades lower than Patek Philippe.

Song Zhichao shook hands with him: "Song Zhichao—the driver!"

"Uh, drive?" Pu Junheng was stunned, glanced at Song Zhichao's bare wrist, and immediately understood, "This is just a poor man, what else can he do without driving?!"

Immediately afterwards, Park Junheng noticed the suit that Song Zhichao was wearing. After all, he was a big star, and he was very familiar with luxury goods, so he could tell the brand of the suit that Song Zhichao was wearing at a glance.

"Oh, I still wear Armani like others - now in this world, cats and dogs can wear famous brands!" Park Junheng shook his head, took another look, and happened to see the stain on Song Zhichao's shoulder.

"Hehe, who would wear Armani to do those menial jobs? Needless to say, they are probably A-grade."

(End of this chapter)