After Chu Ning entered the house, Chen Feng was still sunbathing outside.
A few minutes later.
Little A Yi came out and walked towards Chen Feng with a smile, "Why did you come out? Why don't you chat with them?"
"Aren't you out too?"
Chen Feng looked back at her.
Under the sun.
Little A Yi, dressed in a white dress, was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her looks were truly outstanding.
Little A Yi walked up to Chen Feng and said with a smile, "I think they seem to have more topics to talk about. I don't understand anything about motorcycles, so I came out."
"Motorcycles?"
"Yeah, Xu Nuo was talking about his motorcycle, it seems to be a Dodge Tomahawk. It's said to cost nearly twenty million, but I don't understand cars, so I couldn't join the conversation there."
"A Dodge Tomahawk, huh."
Chen Feng was somewhat surprised.
He didn't expect that Xu Nuo would come driving a Dodge Tomahawk.
Quite a show-off.
That thing must be an eye-catcher.
Anyone who can become a sub-regional champion must have some capital behind them.
It seemed like he was the only extra.
If he didn't have a cheat-like life, he wouldn't become a champion even if he worked himself to death.
This was reality.
At this moment, Little A Yi suddenly asked, "Have you prepared what talent you're going to perform? I heard that for the New Year's Day special program, we need to present a talent show."
"Talent?"
Chen Feng blinked, "What talent are you going to perform?"
"I can only dance."
Little A Yi smiled awkwardly, "I can't do anything else. My singing is so off-key that it's deadly; I'd definitely be socially dead if I opened my mouth. So I'll just dance then."
"Haha, Uyghur girls all know how to dance, right?"
"Pretty much, it's ingrained from childhood."
Chen Feng nodded, "I believe your dance should be amazing."
"What about you?"
Little A Yi asked curiously, "Singing?"
"Not good at it."
Chen Feng shrugged, "Although I wouldn't be socially dead if I opened my mouth, my singing is just average. I'll perform an instrument then."
"Instrument?"
Little A Yi looked at him with interest, "What instrument do you play?"
"A little bit of everything."
"Ah? A little bit of everything? Really or fake?"
"Really."
Little A Yi blinked, "Do you know the Dutar?"
"A little bit."
Chen Feng chuckled, "The Dutar, a two-stringed instrument of the Uyghur people. Its sound is rich and melodious, with a very exotic style. Its name comes from the Persian word 'dutar', where 'du' means 'two' and 'tar' means 'string'. Right?"
Little A Yi: "..."
She was incredibly surprised.
He really knew.
It was unexpected.
Just then, the sound of a car stopping echoed outside again.
Chen Feng looked towards the entrance, "Someone's here."
"Mm."
Little A Yi also looked back.
The courtyard gate opened.
Someone outside was heard saying, "Well, who drove the Dodge Tomahawk? So flashy!"
With that, he walked in.
A young, fresh-faced man.
Trendy and cool.
He even had a streak of yellow-green hair dyed on top of his head, very individualistic.
He was wearing white casual clothes.
He only carried a travel bag.
As soon as he entered, he saw Chen Feng and Little A Yi, and immediately walked over enthusiastically, "Hello, both of you, I'm Tao Yilun from the Hunan-Hubei competition zone."
"Hello, Chen Feng from Yanjing."
"Hello, I'm Little A Yi from the Northwest competition zone."
The three exchanged greetings.
Tao Yilun seemed quite enthusiastic. He directly threw his travel bag on the ground beside him and asked with a smile, "Whose Dodge Tomahawk is outside? Do you know?"
"It's Xu Nuo's, the champion of the Jiangnan competition zone."
Little A Yi replied.
"Oh, that guy."
Tao Yilun lowered his voice and chuckled, "Such a show-off. Always wearing those leather pants that are so tight in the crotch, that guy."
Little A Yi covered her mouth and chuckled, hearing his frankness.
Chen Feng also laughed.
This guy's personality was quite straightforward; it was much more comfortable to be around him.
Suddenly, Tao Yilun stared at Chen Feng and gave a thumbs up, "Chen Feng, right? Bro, you're awesome. You managed to get Hua Zai to come to the mainland as a main guest, breaking a record. It's said that Hua Zai rarely participates in mainland variety shows."
"I was just lucky."
Chen Feng smiled.
"This is called lucky? Don't be modest; excessive modesty is hypocrisy. Tell me, have you already signed with a Hong Kong company behind the scenes?"
Tao Yilun had a gossipy expression.
Chen Feng shook his head frankly, "No, Hua Zai came to help through another friend. He didn't come for my sake, but for that friend's sake."
"Oh, I see."
Tao Yilun nodded in realization, then asked again, "You haven't signed with a company yet?"
"No."
"Do you want to come to our company? Xiangnan Guanse Film and Television? You know it, right?"
Chen Feng nodded, "I know. Wasn't Crazy Alien produced by your company?"
"Exactly, exactly. Interested?"
"Sorry, I plan to start my own company."
"Ah?"
Tao Yilun was stunned, "You're starting your own company?"
"Yes."
Little A Yi, standing nearby, also looked at Chen Feng in surprise.
It was quite unexpected.
She hadn't thought that Chen Feng wanted to start his own company.
He already had popularity now; he could totally join some larger film and television companies, and they would definitely give him resources to promote him.
Why would he want to start his own company?
Not everyone was suited to start a company.
And running a company was actually very tiring, especially starting from scratch.
She didn't understand him.
Tao Yilun also laughed, "You're really something, starting your own company. If you can make it work, I admire you. But if you want to get a piece of the cake in the current entertainment industry, honestly, it's too difficult. Don't you find it troublesome?"
"It's alright, not much trouble."
Chen Feng looked relaxed.
He really didn't seem burdened at all.
So, Tao Yilun stopped asking about that and started chatting about various random things.
More than ten minutes later.
Chen Feng summarized one point.
This person was too talkative.
Practically a chatterbox.
About half an hour later, another person finally arrived.
A woman.
The champion of the Sichuan and Chongqing competition zone, named Tang Xin.
A signed female artist of Chuanying Culture Media Group.
One meter seventy-two tall.
Standard oval face with willow-leaf eyebrows, and very charming eyes.
Slightly accented with a Sichuan accent.
After entering the courtyard and politely greeting Chen Feng and the others, she dragged her rolling suitcase into the living room, then headed straight for the kitchen.
She looked like she was starving.
She started cooking for herself.
Everyone broke out in a sweat.
...
After chatting outside for about an hour, Chen Feng and the other two also entered the living room.
Everyone was sitting on the sofa.
With more people, the atmosphere naturally became much livelier.
Everyone was chatting enthusiastically.
Suddenly, Chu Ning sat up straight and said loudly, "Everyone, everyone, it's almost noon. From the program team's attitude, it seems they don't intend to provide us with lunch. Who can handle lunch?"
Everyone: "..."
They looked at each other, but no one spoke up.
Some truly didn't know how to cook, others truly didn't want to.
Everyone wanted to eat ready-made food.
Xu Nuo looked at Chu Ning, "Do you have an idea?"
"I knew it, no one wants to be the chef. So, let's do this: we'll play a game to decide. Whoever loses, becomes the chef. If you can't cook, then order takeout. Anyway, whoever loses is responsible for lunch, how about it?"
Upon hearing Chu Ning's suggestion, everyone immediately became excited.
"Alright, it's settled."
"That's a good idea."
"What game?"
"Right, what game? Rock-paper-scissors?"
Chu Ning casually pulled three dice from her pocket, a slight smile appearing on her face, "Let's play dice, compare the numbers. Whoever loses is responsible."
Chen Feng: "..."