After accepting the program's invitation, Qin Ze arrived on Saturday as scheduled. Suzhou was very close to Shanghai. It took 20 minutes on the high-speed rail. If he drove, he would arrive in about an hour.
The assistant director of the show personally welcomed him at the door. The assistant director was a jack of all trades. He was not below anyone in the crew. He was ranked behind the director, and his status was not even as high as the popular host. However, it was decent and polite to use him to receive some big stars.
After entering the provincial television building, the assistant director led him to the lounge. It was the same room as before. It was not big, but the decoration was very exquisite. For a big shot like Qin Ze, he must have his own private lounge.
"Unknowingly, your show is already recording the sixth episode."
On the way, Qin Ze chatted with the assistant director. It was already the end of October. It had been half a month since the flood. In half a month, he had only slept with Sister Ziwei less than ten times.
Failure.
Sorry, teddy kidney.
"Yes, yes, our show is looking forward to Boss Qin every day," the assistant director replied slyly. Qin Ze was too lazy to talk to him.
After listening to too many flattering words, he would feel conflicted and want to hear something else. However, if someone really said something offensive, he would want to slap him to death.
Humans were such complicated animals.
The show was scheduled to be recorded at two in the afternoon. It was just past noon, so there was still more than an hour left.
Qin Ze sat on the soft sofa, drank some water, and took out his phone out of boredom.
"Brother, can you lend me 1,500 yuan?"
It was a message from his cousin, Jiang Cheng, ten minutes ago.
"What do you need money for?" Qin Ze replied.
1,500 yuan was a piece of cake. He would not even want to wipe his ass. However, his cousin was only a high school student. He should not bear the financial burden that did not match his age.
If his cousin was a rich second-generation heir, it would not matter. 15,000 yuan would not be a problem for Qin Ze. However, he was not. If he raised him into a rich second-generation heir, he would be crippled.
"It's urgent."
"Speak."
"I can't say. It's urgent anyway."
"You lost a game and are in a hurry to find someone to help you level up?"
"Forget it if you don't want to give it to me. I'll ask my cousin for it."
"If you can get 1500 from my cousin, I'll give you ten times the amount."
"Alright."
A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng sent a message. "She's not coming. She said she wants it from you."
He sent a screenshot as evidence.
"Hehe, it's not like this is the first day you've met your cousin."
His sister was more meticulous than him. If she didn't ask for the reason, she wouldn't give him a single cent.
Jiang Cheng: "I'll take a screenshot of what you said and send it to her [Wit]."
Qin Ze was speechless.
Soon, Jiang Cheng replied with a series of crying emojis. "My cousin told me to get lost and then blacklisted me."
Qin Ze: "You're just taking out your anger on me. [patting head]"
What an idiot. Did he think that he could pull his sister to his side with just a few screenshots?
Don't mess around. She can't bear to scold me and will only vent her anger on you.
In the end, Qin Ze still did not give him the money. This guy was stubborn and did not say the reason. His purpose of asking for money was very chewy. For example, this guy's personality signature: In the past, it was legal to go to a brothel, but if you slept with someone's wife, you would be drowned in a pig cage. Now, it's safe to sleep with someone's wife, but it's illegal to go to a brothel. I'm very sad about the loss of traditional culture.
One thousand five hundred yuan seemed to be enough for the whole set.
Although he claimed to have had several girlfriends, a man who had never been to a brothel was not a qualified man.
A child of his age was indeed full of curiosity and desire to open the door to a new world.
"Ding dong!"
A message notification.
Sister: "Jiang Cheng asked you for money?"
Qin Ze: "Yes, it's not a small amount. I don't know what he wants and he won't say."
Sister: "Don't give it to him. Why would a high school student need so much money? Auntie and Uncle won't lack his pocket money. Children at this age are the easiest to be led astray. "
Qin Ze: "I understand. Auntie might even complain about us giving him money."
There was a saying, "When a man achieves the Dao, his chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven." But there was also another saying, "If you help someone, they will hate you."
When you have no money, your relatives are still your relatives. Once you have a lot of money, your relatives will become parasites.
Qin Ze and Qin Bao Bao's principle was to help when in trouble, but don't rely on borrowing money to get rich.
Fortunately, they were born and raised in Shanghai. Their relatives could not be said to be rich, but at least they had some savings. If they were in a remote village, they would be in trouble.
After saying this, her sister sent her a screenshot.
It was a chat record between her mother and her.
Mom: "Do you have someone you like?"
Qin Bao Bao: "No, your daughter's eyes are on the top of her head. She can only see airplanes and not men."
Mom: "Other people's children already know how to buy soy sauce."
Qin Bao Bao: "You're saying it as if your child doesn't know how to buy soy sauce."
Mom: "Stupid girl."
Qin Ze crazily sent a [thumbs up] emoji: "Sister, you're smart."
Qin Bao Bao replied with a series of "proud wearing sunglasses" emojis.
At this time, the host pushed open the door of the private room. Behind him were two permanent guests: Liu Li and Ning Youcheng.
In addition, there was a middle-aged foreigner.
Qin Ze: "I have something to do here. Let's talk later."
After he put down his phone, the host enthusiastically reached out his hand: "President Qin, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You're finally here."
Qin Ze stood up and shook hands with him. The host introduced him to the foreigner, Professor Smith from MIT. He was an expert in the field of brain function research and was also an academician in the United States of America.
Smith was a common surname in the United States. It was like Wang, Li, and Zhang in China.
When the host introduced Qin Ze, it was very interesting. He called him the strongest brain in the entertainment industry.
"I saw your puzzle. It was very shocking. Your mental arithmetic and reasoning skills are very strong. "Professor Smith shook hands with Qin Ze.
Intelligence was a very broad concept. It included observation, memory, imagination, analysis, judgment, thinking, adaptability, and so on.
"My father is also a professor." Qin Ze laughed.
"Tsinghua University or Peking University." Professor Smith said.
"… University of Finance and Economics." Qin Ze said.
Tsinghua University or Peking University. Was the threshold for professors in Tsinghua University or Peking University so low?
On second thought, it was understandable. Professor Smith was an MIT professor and an academician in the United States of America. Professors from ordinary famous universities could not be compared to him.
Zhejiang University or Fudan University were very ordinary. Only Tsinghua University or Peking University could catch his eye.
The foreigner was slightly stunned. He probably did not remember what kind of university the University of Finance and Economics was. But he knew the casual courtesy of Chinese: "I've heard a lot about you."
Whether he had heard of it or not, Professor Smith, who was familiar with half of China, knew how Chinese people communicated. It was definitely not wrong to say "I've heard a lot about you" whenever he met someone. These four words were a jack of all trades.
The host had brought the guests over not just to chat, but also to have a meeting and go through the script. The guest had to know what the content of today's show was and how to play the game. During the recording, the guest's role was second only to the contestants.
Qin Ze did not have time to read the script, which was today's competition program. He was multitasking. He read the script while chatting with the host and the guest.
The Chinese and foreign competition was not over yet. Today's game was computational analysis, spatial imagination, and logical reasoning.
When Qin Ze finished reading the script, the conversation in the room had changed from the show to life. Professor Smith said that he liked China very much and deeply felt the profoundness of Chinese culture. What he felt the most was the Chinese calendar.
"Today is Mao Zedong Day. My students and I are actively looking for opportunities to do good deeds." Professor Smith said, "But you Chinese don't seem to celebrate your own holidays. Instead, you like to celebrate our holidays."
"Because celebrating your holidays is very fashionable … Wait, Mao Zedong Day? I feel that something is wrong. " Qin Ze came back to his senses. He looked at the host and the two guests and said in Chinese: "I really don't celebrate holidays. Other than the Chinese New Year and the Chinese New Year, I don't even know that we have Mao Zedong Day …"
Saying that, he smiled awkwardly.
Liu Li laughed: "You don't even know Mao Zedong Day? You didn't learn it when you were young. Wait, I also feel that something is wrong. "
Ning Youcheng: "… Today is Mao Zedong Day?"
He silently took out his phone and checked the calendar. Then, he put down the phone with a black line on his face. His expression was extremely strange, as if he was trying very hard to hold back his laughter.
The host was the second to look at the phone. Then, he turned off the phone without saying a word.
Qin Ze curiously searched the calendar. Today was October 23rd. Frost Fall!
Frost Fall.
**.....
I might have learned fake Chinese.
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