Dragon King Emperor

Chapter 165

After ordering Yuan Longwei and the others, Qin Feng strode towards Zhucun with Zhuang Zhiyao and his party.

Behind Zhuang Zhiyao, there was naturally a group of young men, all carrying a lot of filming props and smiling.

The entrance to Bamboo Village.

Several farmers were surprised when they saw Zhuang Zhiyao and the others coming.

Zhuang Zhiyao stepped forward and said to a dark-skinned middle-aged farmer: "Hello, we are the crew of the mythical drama "Fortune in the Head". I heard that the bamboo in your village is very beautiful, so we want to go to the village to take pictures of the scenery. Do you know where your village chief is?"

"The crew? Are you filming?"

The middle-aged farmer was very surprised. He obviously didn't expect that a film crew would come to his village.

A middle-aged woman next to the middle-aged farmer said in surprise, "You seem familiar to me."

"Oh! Sister, your eyesight is really good! We filmed "The Song of the Great Qin" and "The Eternal Dragon Concubine" before. By the way, my junior also filmed "Sima Teng"."

Zhuang Zhiyao said with a smile.

Qin Feng and the others didn't say a word at all, they just watched silently from the side.

"I know that "Sima Teng" is the one with a very powerful woman. I watched it and said, if someone came to our bamboo village to shoot "Sima Bamboo", then our bamboo would probably sell better."

The middle-aged woman smiled smugly.

"In that case, can the two of you take us to see the village chief?"

Zhuang Zhiyao asked quickly.

Unexpectedly, facing Zhuang Zhiyao's persistent desire to see the village chief, the two of them turned gloomy in an instant.

"This one……"

The middle-aged woman didn't dare to answer, but suddenly stopped talking, and then looked at the middle-aged farmer.

The middle-aged farmer shook his head lightly: "You should leave, old village chief, he has a bad temper and won't meet people easily."

"bad temper?"

Zhuang Zhiyao sneered: "In this world, who dares to say that he has a good temper? You don't know that I am so easy to talk to you, if you see it when you are filming? I will still hate the big stars behind me , They have nothing to say, they all say I have a bad temper."

Only then did the middle-aged farmer turn his head to look at Qin Feng, Ye Wushuang and others standing behind Zhuang Zhiyao.

"These are all big stars! They look good! Especially these two girls are so beautiful, they seem to be fairies."

The middle-aged farmer's throat moved and he grunted a few times, but he still looked at Ye Wushuang and Suzaku with glowing eyes. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in most of his life.

Suzaku didn't look down on the middle-aged farmer at all. She didn't look down on the middle-aged farmer. She was afraid that she would show evil spirits and be noticed by the middle-aged farmer, so she quickly turned her head to look elsewhere.

Ye Wushuang held her head up, her pretty face was icy, and she deliberately pretended to be as cold as ice.

The middle-aged woman quickly freed her hand, pinched the middle-aged farmer's waist, gave him an angry look, and hummed softly, "Where are your eyes looking?"

"I didn't look anywhere! Look, he is dressed like an ancient general. It would be great if my son was as imposing."

The corner of the middle-aged farmer's mouth twitched slightly, and he laughed.

"You two, take us to see the village chief. The 500 yuan is for you. We can't come here. Let us go back empty-handed. Don't you want us to go back and say, oops, there is nothing to see in this bamboo village. Even People won't let in?"

Zhuang Zhiyao said with an exaggerated expression, and then he took out five brand new banknotes with red heads and handed them to the middle-aged farmer.

When the middle-aged farmer saw it, his face was overjoyed, so he got money?
"Okay, I'll take you to see the village chief."

Zhuang Zhiyao nodded, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around.

The group followed the middle-aged farmer into the bamboo village and arrived in front of a three-story well-decorated villa-style building.

"This is our village chief's house. Now his house is decorated very nicely. Look at the front yard, isn't it big?"

The middle-aged farmer looked at the front yard through the iron bars on the fence, and couldn't help being envious.

"Thank you very much. If there is anything else to trouble you, I will definitely continue to look for you."

Zhuang Zhiyao chuckled, then gestured to Lei Zi.

Lei Zi understood in seconds, and immediately stepped forward to ring the electronic bell at the gate of the courtyard.

Then, everyone saw the door of the building inside open, and a short, short-haired middle-aged man came out from inside.

The middle-aged man with short hair is the village head of Zhucun, Zhou Jiyu.

Seeing the crowds of people outside the fence of his house, Zhou Jiyu couldn't help but frown, feeling very depressed. What's going on?
He hurried over, opened the courtyard door, and looked at Zhuang Zhiyao and others waiting outside.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my door?"

Zhou Jiyu asked in a cold voice, and then looked at Zhuang Zhiyao who was standing in the front.

"Hi, village chief. I'm the director Zhuang Zhiyao. We want to shoot a costume drama, so we want to borrow your venue in your bamboo village. By the way, we will pay you for the rental of your bamboo village's venue. fee."

Zhuang Zhiyao laughed.

"Director? You look familiar."

Zhou Jiyu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhuang Zhiyao in shock.

"Oh, did you, village chief, have you watched the TV series? It's "The Song of the Great Qin" or something. We are planning to shoot the mythical drama "Fortune in the Head" recently, so we hope that you, the village chief, will give us a chance. In this way, The villagers can also increase their income, can't they?"

Zhuang Zhiyao continued.

At this time, a large number of villagers had already gathered around the village chief's house. After all, they all heard that Zhou Ajiu in the village got [-] yuan from some director.

Therefore, they were all curious, and gathered around one after another, wanting to see what was going on.

"This one……"

Zhou Jiyu's heart moved, but his face darkened. He glanced at the villagers who were constantly surrounding him, and said quickly: "Why don't you go to my house first, but my house is small, so just a few of you can come in."

"Okay. Let's talk slowly after we go in."

Zhuang Zhiyao quickly nodded in agreement, and he could see some concerns of the village chief at a glance, but he naturally didn't ask about it wisely.

As for the people on his side, he naturally wouldn't let all the people who followed him in, but let Qin Feng and the others follow them in.

However, when Zhou Jiyu led Zhuang Zhiyao and Qin Feng in, a group of men in colorful shirts came towards them.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A bald man yelled at the villagers.

The villagers originally wanted to gather around the door to watch the excitement, but when they saw this group of people, the villagers immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.

But they didn't go far, they were all watching nearby.

The bald man walked forward with the men in colorful shirts, and they immediately surrounded everyone Qin Feng left behind at the door.

When Bai Xiong saw it, he immediately took a few steps forward and shouted at the bald man, "Who are you? What are you trying to do by surrounding us?"

Unexpectedly, when Bai Xiong spoke, the bald man looked at Bai Xiong with a gloomy expression, and waved to the people behind him.

Five tall and strong men immediately stepped forward and surrounded the white bear.

"What's the matter? Struggle with me? I have no grievances with you, right? We came here to film, what's bothering you?"

Bai Xiong asked in a cold voice to the bald man.

"Are you here to film a movie?"

The bald man's eyes were full of doubts, and he glanced at the other people behind Bai Xiong. He still felt that these people didn't look like filmmakers.

Bai Xiong gestured to Lei Zi, "Show them your ID. Our director is the one who filmed "The Song of the Great Qin", not to mention going on TV every day, but he has always been famous. Who are you, How come even our director doesn’t know about it? This bamboo village is so poor that it doesn’t even have a TV?”

The bald man still had a wary look on his face, and then waved to a short-haired man beside him: "Old Nan, go over and check their ID."

Lao Nan, a man with a flat head, hurried forward, took the certificate handed over by Lei Zi, and then checked it.

"Second brother, these documents seem to be genuine. I searched for TV dramas before, and I seem to have watched "The Song of the Great Qin". We can search to see if it is the director."

After reading the documents, Lao Nan turned his head and shouted at the bald man.

Then he asked Lei Zi again: "Where is your director?"

Lei Zi quickly responded: "Our director has already gone in to talk to the village chief, he wants to rent the venue here."

"Leasing the venue? In other words, the director is rich?"

When the bald man heard this, he immediately became interested and wanted to walk in towards the gate of the village chief's house.

But Wang Weidong and Lin Yong rushed over and stopped the bald man.

"Dare to intercept me? Get out of the way immediately!"

The bald man roared angrily, his expression arrogant and arrogant, as if Wang Weidong and Wang Weidong were nothing to him.

(End of this chapter)