At four o'clock in the afternoon, in the sweltering watermelon greenhouse, a professional camera was set up in the watermelon field, with a sunshade and all the equipment.
Opposite several mobile phone holders, Zhao Tiechui was wearing only a red vest, sweating from the heat, and still a little shy in front of so many cameras. He was performing a yangko dance with a handkerchief in his hands and singing village folk songs.
Yang Chen sat on a chair on the side, eating the watermelon handed over by Li Xiaoran, admiring Zhao Tiechui's hard-working performance, and shouted: "Uncle Zhao, your name is wrong. Reporters Miao and the others just taught you several times. From now on,
You can no longer call me boss or friend!"
"Where are all our Zhao Jiajun family members?"
"Thank you Lao Tie for the yacht, and thank you Lao Tie for the big plane."
"Thank you, Sister No. 1, for your protection. Thank you all. I will sing a song for you."
"Today is a special event in the live broadcast room. The last wave of benefits is for the family."
"Family members who want to buy our green mountain melons, please click on the little yellow cart in the lower right corner. We guarantee free shipping to your doorstep. It doesn't cost anything if it's not sweet."
"Come on, family members, three, two, one, connect!"
Zhao Tiechui listened to Yang Chen shouting and realized that he had just subconsciously called boss, which was extremely unprofessional.
Although the village chief is an old man and has some difficulty learning, the singing, dancing and shouting seemed to have stimulated his artistic side, and he started shouting non-stop with his big face in front of the camera.
"Uncle Zhao, that's it, yes, beautiful!"
Yang Chen stood up and clapped his hands with a cigarette in his mouth.
Li Xiaoran on the side pursed his lips, looked at Zhao Tiechui panting, and pulled Yang Chen's arm: "Stop teasing, the village chief is already this old, don't have high blood pressure anymore."
"With me as a miracle doctor, what are you afraid of for high blood pressure? Besides, haven't you seen that our village chief has already found his future development direction? Maybe this will be the peak of his career in the evening."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled.
Zhao Tiechui was panting from exhaustion, but as his son, Zhao Xiaoba didn't have any worries at all. He just stayed quietly by Miao Miao's side, and his soul was almost taken away by Miao Miao.
"Uncle Zhao, you can take a short rest."
Miao Miao looked at the results of the team's two-hour training, nodded with satisfaction, clapped her hands and shouted.
"Reporter Miao, thank you for your hard work for eating watermelon."
Zhao Xiaoba hurriedly walked over with a piece of watermelon in his hands, grinning with his teeth bared, and his little eyes were almost sealed by the fat on his face.
"Thanks."
Miao Miao was a little shy. She took the watermelon from Zhao Xiaoba's hand and handed it directly to Zhao Tiechui: "Uncle Zhao, take a piece of watermelon to quench your thirst."
"Reporter Miao, how was my performance just now?"
Zhao Tiechui took a few bites of the watermelon and ate it, then took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a Chinese stick, looked up at Miao Miao, and said nervously.
"Uncle Zhao, your learning ability is very strong. Although there are still some shortcomings, you have been able to learn some popular Internet vocabulary used in live broadcasts in more than two hours since you first came into contact with the live broadcast industry. It is already very good.
"
"This dance, in particular, has quite a regional flavor and will definitely shine in live broadcasts in the future."
Miao Miao gave a thumbs up.
"Uncle Zhao, it's okay, your spring is coming."
Yang Chen also stood up and walked over, giving a thumbs up.
"Eldest nephew, when we meet in the future, don't say yes, say Lao Tie 666."
Zhao Tiechui, who had just started, made a 666 gesture, looking a bit like an internet celebrity.
"Dad, you learn very quickly."
Zhao Xiaoba was a little surprised.
"Nonsense, otherwise why would I be your father?"
Zhao Tiechui looked at his useless son, rolled his eyes, and cursed with an annoyed smile.
"Buzz buzz!"
At this time, the phone in Yang Chen's trouser pocket rang: "You guys talk first, I'll answer the phone."
After saying that, under Li Xiaoran's curious gaze, Yang Chen answered the phone and left the watermelon greenhouse.
In less than a minute, Yang Chen got in from outside.
"Brother Yang, I think the effect of today's training is quite good. How about we come here today? I think we can start the live broadcast operation after giving the village chief two more days of training."
"After the village chief's live broadcast starts, we will change the character design and package the sister-in-law's live broadcast room."
Seeing Yang Chen enter the watermelon greenhouse, Miao Miao quickly stepped forward with a tired smile on her face.
"Okay, I see you are tired too. If you don't want to carry these equipment every day, you can leave them at our house."
Yang Chen said.
"Okay, then we'll put it at Brother Yang and sister-in-law's home."
Miao Miao was not polite and nodded.
"I'll give you a ride later."
Yang Chen continued.
"You want to go to the county seat? It's almost five o'clock."
When Li Xiaoran heard this, she raised her hand to look at the exquisite watch Yang Chen bought for her before, and frowned slightly.
"There is a wave of partners coming from Jishengtang, I have to go and take a look."
Yang Chen explained.
"Then... leave early and come back early."
When Li Xiaoran heard that it was business, he didn't stop him and said.
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5:40 p.m.
A white BMW X5 parked at the entrance of Jishengtang.
Yang Chen got out of the car with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. When he locked the door, he looked up and looked at a Passat in the parking space. He turned to look in the direction of Jishengtang and murmured: "It can't be
Is this guy here in person?"
When he thought of that mean boy, Yang Chen's eyes flashed with excitement.
If we really met that boy in Ning County, it would be like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, one of the four great joys in life.
Yang Chen had no choice but to open the door of Jisheng Hall and walked in.
Perhaps it was already off-duty time, and there were no patients coming to see the doctor in Jisheng Hall.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw two unfamiliar faces in the reception area. One of them should be the driver judging from his clothes, and the other was about forty years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes.
He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and the green water ghost on his wrist was looming when he spoke, reflecting the light of money.
Hearing the sound of the door of Jishengtang, several people in the living room looked up.
Sun Yahan was dressed in black smart clothes, with long and well-proportioned legs and a tall figure. Seeing Yang Chen enter the door, she stood up and walked quickly: "Yang Chen, you are finally here. Let me introduce to you, these two are from Jinhuang Pharmaceutical
Our friends from the group came here specifically to discuss the processing and production of Wufang Paste with us."
The man with the Chinese character face was smoking a cigar with his legs crossed. When he heard the words Yang Chen, he quickly stood up and handed the cigarette in his hand to the driver beside him. He walked forward quickly, his eyes full of respect: "
Hello Mr. Yang, I am Jiang Shengke, the general manager of Jinhuang Chinese Patent Medicine Processing Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Jinhuang Pharmaceutical Group."
"It came quite quickly."
Yang Chen stretched out his hand, shook hands with Jiang Shengke, and glanced around: "Are you alone?"