GBP Chapter 54 Xia. Dale's Shock
Chapter 54 Xia. Dale's Shock
Min Xiangchen has been living a very comfortable life lately.
I wake up in the morning, start a live stream, and go out to eat and chat with people.
Then I went back to the hot spring for a bath, and then went back to my room to edit some videos.
At noon, I'll start a live stream and go out to have lunch and chat with people.
Then I'll go see a circus performance and go back to my room to edit some videos.
In the evening, I'll go live on social media, or go out to have dinner and chat with people.
Then I'll go see a fireworks display, go back to my room to edit some videos, and go to sleep.
This day was entirely thanks to my conversation with the hot spring hostess, Gong Siying.
And, of course, the wise decision of extending my stay for another month.
After that conversation, Min Xiangchen found An Hua's Easter egg and began to delve deeper into it.
The old lady who sells steamed buns has been selling them at the city gate for 40 years in her timeline.
She had seen victorious generals return home, wealthy young ladies get married, and the capital city fall into ruin, as well as the mansions of marquises whose property had been confiscated.
Her narration was not vivid, but it told him in detail the rise and fall of an era.
The guy who grills squid has been selling grilled squid for 10 years in his timeline.
After graduating from elementary school, his parents divorced and abandoned him. To make a living, he searched everywhere for a master to learn a trade, but was swindled many times.
Just when he was about to give up, an old man selling squid gave him a skewer of grilled squid.
That winter, it soothed his stomach and warmed his heart.
He was young and capable, and all he asked for was a bite to eat from the old man.
From then on, he lived with the old man who sold grilled squid.
The old man had no children, so he was the old man's only heir.
He inherited his grandfather's skills and also bid farewell to his grandfather with tears.
……
Min Xiangchen was deeply moved as he listened to each of those stories.
He turned all the stories he heard into videos and posted them online.
Anwar is currently holding an essay contest, so many people are watching his videos to gather material.
His video quickly went viral and became a trending topic.
He wasn't the only one who came up with this idea; soon, competitor videos appeared.
However, he was the first person to post the video, and ultimately, he was the one who was most remembered.
Then, because too many people were chatting with his employees, making it impossible to carry out work normally, Feng Shuyuan had no choice but to issue a notice requiring tourists not to talk to employees indefinitely.
After that, the stories that existed before became even more precious.
Some of them came from the second year of the Kaiyuan era, some from the tenth year of the Republic of China, and some from the seventh year of the Hongwu era. Although they were from completely different years, Min Xiangchen always felt that there was an unknown connection among them.
Unfortunately, he has not yet discovered the underlying connection.
He had originally intended to ask the employees if they knew the relevant years, but after Feng Shuyuan issued the chat ban, time was limited, so Min Xiangchen could only ask them about their own stories first.
One day, I will definitely find the connection between them.
While drinking his cola, Min Xiangchen secretly made up his mind.
……
After finishing her makeup, Xia Dale breathed a sigh of relief.
Well, these past two days, without my little dog plaster around, I've been eating much better.
Although my things aren't being organized by anyone, it's okay, there are other makeup artists, right?
Ignoring the disapproving looks from the other makeup artists, Xia Dale strolled leisurely into the filming studio.
"Have you heard of Anwar...?"
"Really?"
As soon as Xia Dale entered the tent, she heard the young female staff member next to her talking about Anwar.
Anwar, Anwar, Anwar is everywhere!
Xia Dale scratched her hair in frustration.
She came to this film set because of Leon Lai, but she hasn't seen him for so long, and even offended the young lady because of An Hua.
This resort called Anhua is truly awful.
Xia Dale, hearing the name "Anhua" constantly ringing around her, suppressed her temper.
This is inside a shed, so we can't be too temperamental.
Don't stoop to their level.
It's just a place I don't want to go to, but you all treat it like a treasure.
After suppressing her frustration, Xia Dale even felt a strange sense of superiority.
None of you know that I once declined an invitation to go to Anwar.
During the afternoon filming, Xia Dale had completely relaxed.
She followed closely behind the female lead, occasionally flashing a victorious smile.
Look how beautiful the female lead's makeup is! I did it!
Just as she was immersed in this wonderful feeling, suddenly, the director's assistant excitedly nudged the director.
"Sir! Anwar has released more tickets! Another 2!"
Anwar, Anwar, it's Anwar again!
Xia Dale glanced at the young assistant impatiently. Why was she making such a fuss? How unreliable!
She looked at the director again, thinking that he would surely give her a good scolding.
However, she saw the director suddenly become anxious.
It could be said that his decision not to yell "cut" on the spot was simply a sign of his respect for the profession of director.
Xia Dale clearly sensed that the director's heart was no longer in the story.
After that take, the director yelled "Cut!" and everyone got to work.
People with phones were using their phones, and those without phones were looking for them; it was as if scrambling for Anwar's votes had become a nationwide event.
Only Xia Dale stood there blankly, like an outsider.
Why are you all scrambling for Anwar's votes?
Because she looked down on Anwar and even hated him, Xia Dale had always ignored all news related to Anwar.
At this moment, seeing the whole nation scrambling for Anwar's tickets, Xia Dale finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Don't say anything yet, I'm in a hurry to grab tickets, we can talk later."
The little girl grumbled in dissatisfaction and continued to stare intently at her phone.
When have I ever been ignored by such a lowly stagehand?
Xia Dale felt insulted.
Do not die in silence, but explode in silence.
Xia suddenly erupted without warning.
"No? You guys are always talking about Anhua, isn't that weird? What's so great about that lousy place? Why is everyone mentioning it?"
Xia's tone carried a hint of fear that she herself was unaware of.
She desperately wanted the people around her to give her an answer.
However, the people around her seemed to have heard something unbelievable; they all stopped what they were doing and looked up at her in astonishment, as if she were a monster.
"I didn't expect our teacher, Xia Dale, to be so amazing. Even a place that has been officially verified to be completely pollution-free couldn't attract you."
Makeup artist Quan Lingyao, who was forced to help Xia Dale pack her things, spoke with a gleeful expression.
Seeing that everyone was looking at her again, she waved her phone:
"I got it! Good luck everyone!"
Upon hearing this, everyone seemed to snap out of their daze and continued scrambling for tickets.
Even a fool can watch it anytime; only the ticket you manage to snag is truly yours.
Of everyone, only Xia Dale remained stunned.
What did she just hear?