Chapter 182



182 You’re back in your old business?

Yu zhenling didn’t ask if you knew how to make incense.

Instead, he directly said, ” you know how to mix incense, right? ”

Objectively speaking, Yu zhenling believed that Meng Fu knew how to do it. After she finished, she quickly added, ” don’t hang up first. The perfume Association is an Association in the capital. Its international influence is something that even the art Association can’t achieve. If you can get into the perfume Association, you won’t be able to get it even if you stay in the entertainment industry for ten lifetimes …

Perhaps it was because the Tong family and the Yu family had been wary of Meng Fu for the past two days, or because Meng Fu had solved the problem with Ms. Yu zhenling’s tone of voice had changed for the better.

“I won’t. I still have to film tomorrow.” Meng Fu did not wait for her to finish and hung up the phone.

Then, she turned off her phone and looked at Zhao fan. sister fan, don’t answer any of this woman’s calls in the future.

On the other end of the phone.

Yu zhenling listened to the busy tone on the phone and was stunned for a moment before she pursed her lips.

“Mom, what did sister say?” Jiang Yiran looked at Yu zhenling with a smile, his hands gripping his clothes tightly.

Yu Yong also looked at Yu zhenling.

Yu zhenling shook her head. she doesn’t know how to make incense at all. I told her about it and she said she had to film tomorrow.

Hearing this, Jiang Yi suddenly relaxed.

Yu Yong wasn’t surprised. When old master Yu called Meng Fu, Meng Fu also said that he was going to film.

He shook his head and didn’t ask anymore.

**

The next day, Meng Fu continued to film with the crew.

Zhao fan had gone to Sheng entertainment’s headquarters early in the morning to help Meng Fu secure a resource.

It was Meng Fu who came to pick her up.

Su Cheng’s follower, su di, was with him.

Meng Fu’s dressing room was private, so when she entered, she saw Meng Fu, su Cheng, and su di putting down a Tupperware.

Grandpa Jiang contacted me this morning. He said he couldn’t get through to you on your phone. su Cheng sat on the sofa in the dressing room with a pear computer in his hand. He was probably working. He spoke slowly and did not look up.”He said that someone from the incense Association is looking for you.”

“I don’t see him.” Meng Fu sat at the makeup table and let the makeup artist fix her hairstyle for today’s shoot.

She lowered her head and switched on her phone. She had not switched it on since she had turned it off last night.

She turned on her phone and sent Grandpa Jiang a WeChat message. Then, she leaned back in her chair, picked up the math exercises that she hadn’t finished yesterday, and continued to do them.

Su di had never been to the set before, so he followed Meng Fu and acted as a bodyguard. After Meng Fu was done with her makeup, he handed her breakfast.

Since there was no kitchen here, su Di’s breakfast was bought and packed exquisitely.

Outside, the director called for Meng Fu to get the script for today.

Meng Fu had more scenes today than yesterday.

Jiang Li and Qin Hao were there as well. When they saw Meng Fu walking over, the director handed her the script that Meng Fu was going to shoot today.

When Meng Fu took the script, he looked at Meng Fu’s hands intently.

Most female artistes took good care of their hands, but Meng Fu was different. Her thumb and index finger had a thin layer of calluses.

Director Gao paused for a moment.

Qin Hao also looked at Meng Fu and took the initiative to greet her. They even exchanged Weibo accounts. you did a great job shooting the last scene yesterday.

“Thank you,” she said. Meng Fu took over her part and waved at Qin Hao. She went back to her dressing room to do the rest of the practice questions.

After she left, Qin Hao’s assistant could not help but look in Meng Fu’s direction. she’s so weird.

“How is it strange?” Qin Hao and the director both looked at the assistant.

look at the clothes she was wearing when she came this morning. The shirt and jeans are obviously from street stalls. the assistant seemed to be very concerned about Meng Fu. but the food she ate was from the Imperial kitchen.

The breakfast in the Imperial Kitchen was limited in supply. Not only was it difficult to buy, but it also required a membership card.

Meng Fu was wearing cheap clothes and the phone she was using was not the one that most people used on the market. It was a very old one, but the food was so expensive. What a contradictory combination.

At this point, the assistant couldn’t help but mumble, ” didn’t you say that she brought money into the production? I don’t think she brought any money into the production …”

She had good acting skills, was capable, and wasn’t arrogant at the scene.

He didn’t look like someone who had brought funds into the production team and had a background.

The assistant had even specially studied Weibo that night. The black material on Meng Fu and his understanding of Meng Fu were two completely different people.

As soon as Meng Fu left, the director followed her into the dressing room.

He wanted to ask her about the gun and the chandelier.