Chapter 47 Are you really that short of money? Although Wen Si is not a serious artist, she has been a hot topic recently, and her figure and appearance are not worse than Zhong Runxi, so it doesn't matter who she is used? Just as Wen Si asked for leave from Director Li, Ling Wei called him and said that they had already reached an agreement with "I Am a Designer" and they agreed to a temporary replacement. "Great! Then just come pick me up, I'll go pack my luggage!" After hanging up the phone, Wen Si went straight to the dormitory. Ye Sangsang looked at her rummaging through boxes and cabinets, confused: "What are you doing, Sister Sisi?" "Something urgent happened at my company, so I need to be away on a business trip for a few days." Wen Si explained. “You need to go on a business trip while recording a variety show? It’s not easy for you guys who are domineering CEOs.” Ye Sangsang clicked his tongue and suddenly felt fortunate that he was just an ordinary person who had made some small achievements in the field of self-media. When I want to work, I shoot some videos. When I don’t want to work, I eat, drink, play, and lie down. Anyway, she doesn’t have a team to support, so if one person is well fed, the whole family will not be hungry. "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility," said Wen Si.
"Then remember to bring me some delicious food when you come back~" Ye Sangsang said coquettishly. Although the place she was going to might not have anything delicious, Wen Si still smiled and agreed. Ling Wei's efficiency was as high as ever. It took three or four hours to get from Zhongyue to the Love Hut, but she arrived half an hour early. Also in the car was Wen Si's temporary life assistant, named Huanhuan. After picking up Wen Si, she drove straight to the airport and sent Wen Si and Huan Huan to the boarding gate. The "I'm a Designer" program crew is currently stationed in the Sahara Desert. Wen Si and Huan Huan first took a 20-hour international flight to Morocco, and then took a car from Morocco to the desert. When we finally arrived at the hotel where the production crew was staying, another nine hours had passed. Although we had food, drinks and sleep during the journey, the 29-hour ride in transportation itself was enough to make people tired. No wonder Zhong Runxi fell ill as soon as he arrived. After entering the room, Wen Si and Huan Huan didn't bother to clean up, and they didn't have much appetite to eat. They just lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. The sleep after extreme fatigue is extremely comfortable. Wen Si slept so soundly that his hands and feet became weak, his head was dizzy, and he could not even hear the continuous buzzing of his cell phone. It wasn't until she woke up the next morning and saw countless missed calls in the message notification bar that she slapped her forehead! Damn it, I was so tired last night that I just focused on sleeping and forgot to call Ling Wei to let her know I was safe! Fortunately, Ling Wei had the contact information of the staff responsible for contacting her. When no one answered the phone calls to Wen Si and Huan Huan, she contacted the staff directly. Knowing that they had already arrived safely, she felt relieved and no longer had to worry all night. "The temperature difference between day and night is huge in the desert. Remember to apply sunscreen and wear goggles and a sun hat during the day. Cover yourself with a quilt when you sleep at night. Remember to wear a down jacket when you go out to avoid catching a cold..." Ling Wei kept chattering on the phone like an old mother sending her child on a trip. Wen Si stretched himself lazily, feeling refreshed. His voice was still a little nasal, soft and coquettish, as if he was acting coquettishly: "Okay, okay, I get it. Go to bed!" It was true that she had just woken up, but Ling Wei, who had an eight-hour time difference with her, was actually staying up late just to wait for her to call back after she woke up. After hanging up the phone, Wen Si cleared the series of missed calls in the message notification bar, but unexpectedly found a WeChat friend request reminder underneath the missed call reminders.
She clicked on it with a suspicious look on her face, and saw... [Request to add you as a friend.] The profile picture is blank, the WeChat name is blank, and even the circle of friends is clean, which looks more like a zombie account than a zombie account. Wen Si accepted his friend request and sent a question mark. Wen Si: [? ] Wen Si: [Excuse me, who are you? ] The other party's region was shown as Kyoto, and she was mentally prepared for no reply. Just as I was about to get up and wash up, my phone vibrated unexpectedly. 【Jiang Zhihuai.】 Seeing this name that she would recognize even if it turned into ashes, Wen Si: "..." Help! She had come all the way to Africa, but she couldn't get rid of him. And it's already 12:00 in the morning in Kyoto! Brother, aren't you going to sleep? It would have been fine if she didn't ask, but when she did, Jiang Zhihuai started to feel wronged: [Isn't it just to wait for your reply? ] [You just left without even saying hello, and you went to Africa...] He listed her "crimes" one by one, intending to express his concern for her, but the more he talked, the more he felt that she was being ridiculous. At the end, there was only one sentence left: [Are you really that short of money? You desperate woman?] Wen Si: “…” [What’s it got to do with you?] She asked unhappily. Jiang Zhihuai: [It’s none of my business, but I feel bad. ] He actually wanted to ask, next time he encounters a similar situation, can he not bear it alone in silence? She could ask him for help, and he would be happy to help her. But he knew very well in his heart that Zhongyue was not his company and she did not belong to him. He doesn't even have the position or qualifications to say these words. So all the complaints and heartache accumulated in the end, and turned into a carefully considered sentence: [The WeChat ID is my mobile number. You can call me anytime if you need me. I am always here. ] Wen Si didn't expect that he would come up with an attitude of accusing her, but in the end he just wanted to help her because he felt sorry for her. She was not an ungrateful person, so her arrogance subsided instantly, and she replied to him rather embarrassedly: [I understand, thank you.] [No merit, no reward. You should save this for when I can really help you.] After thinking for a while, he added: [Take good care of yourself and come back soon. We all miss you very much.] Wen Si was well behaved for once and replied: [Yeah~] After breakfast, Wen Si and Huan Huan took the nanny car provided by the program team to the artists and went to the variety show recording site. In the yellow sand, the program team set up a winding T-stage. The host, wearing a bohemian-style tassel skirt, said enthusiastically to the camera: "Hello, audience friends! Welcome to the finals of "I am a Designer"!" “First, let us welcome the ten designers who have entered the finals with warm applause and cheers. They are…” Every time the host calls out a name, the corresponding designer will walk onto the stage, either nodding and smiling at the camera in a reserved manner, or walking around the stage extrovertly and interacting closely with the fashion connoisseurs sitting in the audience.
After the contestants are introduced, it is the turn of the guest performers to appear. (End of this chapter)