The ancestors brought black and red juniors to become popular in variety shows

Chapter 88

The corridor was quiet again.

Looking at the closed door, Xiao Su blushed with anger.

"Sister Fan! He is definitely talking about us! No, I have to argue with him!"

Seeing that she was going to rush in, Ning Fan raised his hand to hold her shoulder, "Xiao Su."

Hearing her cold voice, Xiao Su's angry heart seemed to have been poured with cold water, and she calmed down all of a sudden.

Looking at her aggrievedly, "Sister Fan, we obviously won the cooperation in an open and aboveboard way, so why should we say that we are fishing in troubled waters?"

Ning Fan patted her head amusedly, and his voice was much gentler, "Don't be angry or worry, let's see the situation first."

Ning Fan's voice seemed to have magic power, just such a sentence made Xiao Su's heart calm down.

After realizing that Ning Fan touched his head, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he couldn't help shouting in his heart.

Ahhh, Sister Fan touched my head!I have never washed my hair in my life! !

One must know that she had just fallen in love with Ning Fan, and when she learned that she was going to be her assistant, she jumped up happily.

You can get close to the idol who just became a fan, what kind of winner in life is she! !

After going crazy, Xiao Su looked at Ning Fan curiously, "Sister Fan, aren't you angry when he says that?"

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

Rather than being angry, it is better for her to be more novel. You must know that she has not encountered this kind of...

People without brains and overpowering themselves.

Oh no, I just met one a few days ago.

Not surprisingly, these paparazzi are his masterpieces.

Ning Fan lightly hooked the corners of his eyes, and there was a hint of interest in them.

She is more and more satisfied with the current era, there are so many delicious and fun things, and so many interesting people.

After waiting for about half an hour, the door of the room opened again. Manager Yuan raised his chin and looked at them through his nostrils.

"Okay, come in."

When I walked into the room, I found that it was a huge studio with a simple layout for shooting advertisements.

Seeing Ning Fan looking around, Manager Yuan's eyes flashed contempt again.

"I basically understand your situation. Let me briefly introduce you. This time I shot a tea culture promotional video."

As soon as Ning Fan heard about tea culture, he became interested and listened to Manager Yuan's continuation.

"The tea-picking and tea-making parts will be filmed in other places. You only need to be responsible for two parts, one is tea making, and the other is the anthropomorphism of tea leaves. The method of making tea should be standard and not too pretentious."

As he spoke, he looked Ning Fan up and down, saw that she was wearing the improved Huaguo costume, snorted softly, and raised his chin haughtily.

"Looking at your outfit, you should have done some research on Huaguo culture, and you should have done your homework in advance when you come to shoot. If this is the case, then don't waste time to let the teacher demonstrate, just shoot directly."

Hearing this, the other staff couldn't help covering their mouths, with surprise and sympathy in their eyes.

There were whispers in the arena, and although their voices were small, they still reached Ning Fan's ears.

"Wow, what's wrong with Manager Yuan today? He's so angry. He scolded and cried Xiao Xiang just now, and now it's happening again."

"Yeah, I feel sorry for this girl, it will definitely be hard to shoot later."

"Besides, Manager Yuan did this because of..."

When she was halfway through speaking, the girl next to her yelled at her, "Keep your voice down, don't be overheard by Manager Yuan."

She was taken aback and quickly shut her mouth.

Ning Fan lowered his eyes and didn't react when he heard this, but slowly raised the corners of his lips, as if he was more interested.

Seeing her lowering her head, Manager Yuan thought she was guilty, with a smug look on her face.

"Okay, let's start shooting, and the stylist will take her to change clothes."

As he said that, a beautiful girl with long hair came over, "I am the stylist for this shoot, just call me Xiao Wu, the fitting room is over here."

Ning Fan followed her into the fitting room.

Stylist Xiao Wu spent a long time choosing, and took out a set of white tulle skirts to compare with her.

Ning Fan is indeed a clothes rack, no matter what kind of clothes she can handle well, but compared with the one she wears, it looks like an imitation street stall.

Xiao Wu's expression was a little embarrassed, she coughed lightly, "I'll go change another one."

She chose for a while, and this time she took a much better quality embroidered gown, which was somewhat similar to the one Ning Fan was wearing.

But the more so, the more intense the contrast.

The one on Ning Fan is more high-end in terms of fabric and tailoring, and it even fits the theme better than the clothes prepared by the brand.

Such a strong contrast made the stylist sigh helplessly, "Forget it, that's it."

Manager Yuan stood outside waiting for Ning Fan to change clothes, when suddenly a man walked over.

"Manager, is this really okay? After all, she was sent by Director Song to cooperate. And I think her image is quite suitable. The person you stuffed in before... is a bit..."

Meeting Manager Yuan's gaze, the man was at a loss for words and could only scratch his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry manager, I overstepped."

Manager Yuan snorted coldly, "What are you afraid of? No one knows what Director Song is like. Since he chose to cooperate with me, he will know my style. I'm afraid it's just to make things difficult for this little girl."

"Hmph, I'm just helping him."

Said Ning Fan came out.

Seeing that she was still wearing his own clothes, Manager Yuan frowned tightly and strode over.

Just as the stylist was about to speak, Manager Yuan cursed, "What's going on? Why didn't you change your clothes?"

"Since you have to obey our rules when you come to shoot, only a few people know about it and start playing big names, right?"

Manager Yuan's voice was so loud that everyone in the studio looked over.

The scene was extremely embarrassing for a while. If it was really a newcomer who just entered the industry, he would be extremely ashamed. If he was a little thin-skinned, he might cry unbearably and leave.

But Ning Fan, as the person involved, didn't respond, but looked directly at Manager Yuan.

Under the light, the ink pupils flickered faintly, without any emotion inside, as if the person in front of him was a clown.

This look made Manager Yuan angry all of a sudden, and his voice became more severe and sharp, "The newcomers are becoming more and more outrageous. If you don't want to shoot, then leave. Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you have some connections."

Xiao Su, who knew the whole process by the side, couldn't listen, and just wanted to talk to Manager Yuan, the stylist spoke first.

She looked cold and beautiful, and she spoke neither humble nor overbearing, and she was not intimidated by Manager Yuan's aura at all.

"Manager Yuan, it's not that Ms. Ning doesn't change her clothes, it's because none of our clothes are as effective as the one she wears, and her current style matches the theme very well, so we let her come out like this."

"If you are not satisfied, you can go and have a look, but as a stylist, I still think Ning Fan's dress is better."

Manager Yuan was left speechless by her insults, and he took a closer look at Ning Fan's clothes. The workmanship and style were really good.

He was a little embarrassed, and glared at the stylist who talked back to him, "Okay, stop explaining, hurry up and start shooting."

It was as if they were trying to make excuses. This time, not only Xiao Su, but even the stylist's expression was not very good-looking.

Only Ning Fan's face remained calm, as if these things had nothing to do with her.

The director shrank his neck into the center of the storm, and took Ning Fan to the shooting location.

There is a walnut table and chair in front of the green curtain, on which there are various tools for making tea, as well as vases and aromatherapy that embellish the atmosphere.

Manager Yuan stood with his arms crossed and watched, and asked the instructor not to come forward to give instructions.

He originally wanted to let the little girl retreat in the face of difficulties, so that he could bring in the candidate who had been arranged in advance.

But now, he had to teach this little girl a lesson and let her know that it is not so easy to be in the entertainment industry.

Sitting in front of the desk, Ning Fan glanced at the tea-making tools on the table. The tea sets were arranged in a very systematic way, and at a glance, he seemed to be someone who knew tea.

She gently twisted a little tea and smelled it, then nodded with satisfaction, the quality of the tea is also good.

Speaking of which, she hadn't had tea since she woke up.

She looked up at the director, "Can I drink the finished tea?"

The director was taken aback, obviously never encountered such a problem before, but still nodded, "After this part is filmed, the tea is anthropomorphic. We don't need tea for now, but we can drink it."

Hearing this, Ning Fan rolled his eyes and seemed to be in a good mood.

She boiled a pot of water first, crushed the tea leaves into powder while boiling the water, and warmed the cup with boiling water after the water was boiled.

Her movements were unhurried, her eyes didn't look in the direction of the camera, her demeanor and demeanor were very natural, it didn't look like she was taking a picture, but just like making a pot of tea for herself.

Looking at her actions, Manager Yuan thought she was just putting on a show, snorted coldly, looked at the others with his arms folded, and suddenly spoke loudly.

"The barriers to entry in this industry seem to be very low, but there is one very important thing, that is, humility. You can't think that you can go to the end unimpeded just because you look good. There is still a lot to learn."

Although he didn't name them, everyone knew who was who.

"Since you know that you can't do it, you should be even more modest. Don't act like a lady in clothes and a young master, thinking that everyone should revolve around you. You should also be respectful to your elders and seniors."

As he spoke, he found that everyone's attention was not on him, but stared in the direction behind him in a daze.

Isn't Ning Fan behind him?
Manager Yuan frowned and looked back.

I saw Ning Fan holding the teacup with one hand, and holding the tea whisk with the other hand, stirring and beating quickly in a circular motion.

The hand is light and heavy, and the fingers are twisted around the wrist.

As the water is poured several times in the middle, the action of tapping with the tea whisk continues, but it becomes lighter and slower.

In just a few minutes, the dark green tea soup became bigger and lighter in color, and the milk mist surged, overflowing the cup.

As the tea whisk is lifted, the center of the milky white foam will not move, as if it is biting the cup tightly.

Her movements are like clouds and flowing water, every step is exceptionally smooth, and with a sense of beauty, it fully reflects the elegance of making tea in ancient times.

The sleeves of the improved Huaguo costume were wide, and they fluttered slightly under her movements, as if the surrounding environment was not like a studio.

It seems to be a quiet bamboo forest in an ancient painting, where immortals make tea and enjoy the scenery.

Afterwards, Ning Fan added water to the remaining tea foam to make it dark green, and used a bamboo stick to draw lightly on the surface of the tea soup.

She lowered her head slightly, revealing a fair and slender back of her neck, and a strand of black hair hung down naturally on her forehead.

The long and narrow eyes were lowered, covering her indifferent expression, making her a little more gentle.

This scene was so beautiful that everyone was dumbfounded.

The director hurriedly patted the camera's arm, and the camera came back to his senses, and raised the camera to point at Ning Fan.

From the far lens zoomed in a little bit, and finally focused on the tea soup she was drawing.

A hazy but imaginative landscape painting appears on the milky white foam.

Seeing this, everyone in the audience couldn't help exclaiming. Xiao Su, as a loyal fan, silently applauded and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She quietly took out her mobile phone, took a picture of Ning Fan's current state, and then zoomed in on the camera to take a close-up of the tea soup.

She zoomed in and looked at it. Although it was a little blurry, it was more interesting.

Manager Yuan looked at the obsessed look of the others, and his face became even uglier.

He glanced lightly at the tea that Ning Fan had brewed, snorted coldly, and began to sneer habitually.

"It's such a mess. Today's little girls don't learn the culture of their own country, but they know how to learn foreign things."

"What a good tea has been turned into!"

He wanted to say something, but the instructor who had been silent at the side suddenly gave Manager Yuan a glare.

"What do you know! This is our authentic Huaguo culture, order some tea! I think you are the one who is fascinated by foreign things!"

The instructor is a woman in her 50s and [-]s, wearing a well-tailored cheongsam, her black hair coiled up, and her demeanor is gentle and calm.

Her voice was not loud, but it was loud and full of accusations.

Manager Yuan's expression froze all of a sudden, feeling the eyes of everyone looking over, he couldn't hold back.

He wanted to refute something, but he couldn't go against his instructor in public.

You must know that this teacher is a teacher they hired from a professional tea culture association at a high price.

If we continue to cooperate in the future, we cannot offend them.

He could only focus on Ning Fan again, but before he could say anything, he saw the instructor walking to Ning Fan's side quickly.

She looked at Cha Tangchong's landscape painting, and the surprise and joy on her face seemed to overflow.

"This, this is the authentic Chabaixi!"

"You..." She paused and changed her title, "How long have you been learning about tea and tea opera?"

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and pondered for a while. Being a goddess in the past was too boring. Watching the old men do these things will get better after watching too much.

"I haven't studied it in an orthodox way, but I've read it for a long time, and I just make random bubbles, so it's not considered authentic."

Hearing this, the instructor admired even more, "You are too modest!"

"Your way of ordering tea and tea Baixi can be seen as professional at a glance, how can it be unauthentic!"

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