Chapter 453: Wasn’t it Nice to be a Salted Fish?
Translator: Zayn_
The show basically ca to an end here.
When Song Qingyou and the others were recording the show, they didn’t actually experience every detail of the main plot.
After all, they were not acting in a TV series.
Therefore, there were so details about the plot that were added in by the production team in the later stages of editing.
Gu Xingchen’s “surrender” segnt revealed the truth. While it ended the show, it also filled in part of the plot.
In the end, the losing side would be punished.
The guests guessed that Wei Zhengrong would collect all the food that could be eaten and had a bad sll, then make them drink the juice.
The bullet comnts also echoed. It was obvious that the audience’s guess was not far from theirs.
This was the last episode of the show. If Wei Zhengrong wanted to torture them again, it might be a long ti later. How could he not seize the chance now?
However, what everyone did not expect was that the punishnt for this episode
– to actually just be picking up trash.
There was a forest park near the school that was going to be rebuilt into a large-scale scripted scenario.
The park was very large, and it wasn’t located in the city. However, during the holidays, there would be a lot of people coming and going in the park.
When the forest was big, there were all kinds of birds. Once there were many people, the quality would also be uneven.
In addition, the forest park had just been planned not long ago, and there were still so basic facilities that were not matched, so the managent was not
in place.
As a result, the park was littered with rubbish.
The punishnt Wei Zhengrong gave them was to go to the park to pick up trash. The condition was that they couldn’t be recognized.
Every ti she recognized him, she would have to drink a cup of fruit and vegetable juice specially provided by the program team.
One had to know that the production team had accurately grasped the food preferences of the guests.
Regarding this, Jiang Xuyan said,
“1 didn’t expect to be so faithful. The show started off as a cleaner sweeping the streets and picking up trash, but the show ended with picking up trash.”
“The work looks simple, but it’s quite tiring sotis…Therefore, the audience must have a sense of civility!
The program ended with Jiang Xu Yan’s emotional voice.
There weren’t many scenes of the punishnt segnt for picking up trash in the show, but there were many related content in the follow-up footage.
For example, Gu Xingchen, who won later, joined in after watching a few people wearing masks and running to pick up the trash.
In the end, Gu Xingchen was so famous that a young lady recognized him just by looking at his eyes.
Even Song Qingyou and Yu Muhuai, who were not far away from him, were implicated.
In the end, when the people in the park heard that Gu Xingchen was here, they recognized the others. In the end, everyone was forced to drink the fruit juice.
In short, the recording of All-Class Challenge was completed.
In the variety section of the professional rating platform Green Screen, this show even earned a high score of 91. The comnt with the highest number of likes in the comnt section was one sentence.
‘This was a variety show with a lot of warmth.’
There were also a few likes and comnts on the official Weibo account.
The popularity of the show had further expanded, and it had almost beco the best variety show of the year.
After the program ended, everyone in the production team got up and prepared to leave.
It was still early, so An Sui and He Yuchi agreed to go to the ga hall and even invited Song Qingyou.
It didn’t matter whether Qingyou went or not. Just as she was about to agree, the phone in her pocket vibrated again.
It had rung a few tis when she was watching the show, but she didn’t care. Now that there was nothing to do, it wouldn’t make sense if she didn’t watch it.
He opened the screen and saw a ssage from Wen Xia.
[Teacher’s novel has won a few more awards.]
[If you’re free in two days, I’ll send it to you.]
[Right]
[Teacher Qing ng, do you have any plans to write recently?]
[There’s an event here that you might be interested in.]
Up until this point, the dialog box kept showing ‘typing in progress.’ Wen Xia must have gone to do sothing else halfway and did not continue to send the details of the event.
Song Qingyou wasn’t interested in writing, so she replied: [I’ve been working on my new book, so I won’t be participating in the event.]
The new book had been written for almost a year, but it was not even halfway done.
Song Qingyou felt guilty and was about to turn off her phone when Wen Xia replied.
| It’s not a submission event. It’s a competition organized by our rival publishing firm.]
[ Link]
The activities of the other publishing firm had sothing to do with her?
Song Qingyou clicked on the link curiously.
The link was an event webpage, and the headline on it was “The King of
Scriptwriters.”
The last part of the article was about how to submit scripts or novels that could be adapted into scripts during the competition.
Among them, the publishing house especially welcod the participation of new and old screenwriters.
In addition, the remuneration given by the competition was extrely generous. It could be said that every word was worth a thousand gold.
At the end of the webpage, there was another article,”Anyone with outstanding works will have the opportunity to sign a contract with Ti dia and beco a screenwriter under Ti dia.”
Song Qingyou froze.
She really did not expect that Shen Xiyan would organize such an event after failing to win over Qing ng.
Did she want Qing ng to participate in the event, or did she want to challenge her?
Song Qingyou clicked her tongue. Using the excuse of dealing with work, she didn’t run to the arcade with He Yuchi and went straight back to her room.
She imdiately gave Wen Xia a call.
“Did you send the link to the event to remind or to let participate?” Wen Xia: “That depends on what you think. Most of the people who have signed contracts with our publishing firm can’t participate in the event. But Teacher Qing ng, your contract is different. If you want to participate, it’s not impossible.”
“From the perspective of the publishing firm, we don’t want you to participate.” “From my personal point of view, I suggest that you consider it because this event is huge. So web novelists have been talking about it recently. Just based on the remuneration written on it, there will be more and more people participating.”
“The winner will get the title of ‘King of Scriptwriters ?
Wen Xia: “At least that’s what they call it when they promote it. You know, there are too many people who follow the trend. A title might not just be a title.”
Wen Xia probably thought that since Song Qingyou was always writing about screenwriting, she might be very interested in this aspect, so she wrote while filming. No matter how she looked at it, it seed like she was very passionate about the job of screenwriting.
However, Song Qingyou simply didn’t want to use soone else s script.
So-
■Tm not interested in this title. Sister Wen can let other authors participate. Didn’t the event say that as long as they participate, they will receive the corresponding remuneration? If more and more people attended…I’m more interested in knowing how they’re going to end this.”
“Alright then.” Wen Xia was silent for a while, and she had a clearer understanding of the terrible relationship between Song Qingyou and Shen Xiyan.
Then, she changed the topic back to her original goal. Is it the third sci-fi movie you ntioned?”
Song – Guilty – Qingyou: “It’s getting late. Sister Wen, rest early. Good night.” Before she could finish her sentence, she imdiately hung up the phone. Speaking of which, if Song Qingyou hadn’t been trying to make money in the early days, she wouldn’t have had the intention to write a book.
Now, just Gate of the Tower, City of Machinery, and a few adapted novels were enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. Not to ntion that her father had already co out of the hospital and was living near Longxing Logistics to help her manage the company…
With that thought, Song Qingyou felt like she could lie down.
Wasn’t it nice to be a salted fish?
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