The director really doesn't know.

Yang Mingzhe has too little information.

Laihe people live in the deep mountains. When they go to school, they need to walk a mountain road of 100 miles to get to school. There is only one teacher at a few years old in the entire primary school.

It was only good to go to junior high school. The rich rich man donated the school and donated money. Although it was still difficult, he had hired some teachers seriously and was more formal.

The same goes for high school.

This child comes from a poor mountainous area with low news and is rarely visited. Many of the elderly in the village have not left the mountains for decades, and most of the young people go out to work.

In just a few years, bridges and roads have been built, traffic has gradually spread, and the lives of people in the mountains have gradually improved. But even so, Yang Mingzhe is just an ordinary rural girl.

Parents are ordinary, grandparents are ordinary, and grandparents are ordinary.

The only unusual thing is probably that her appearance is too beautiful.

However, in places like this, there was no Internet access in the early years. Even the elderly residents do not have the habit of surfing the Internet. Their daily life was exactly like decades ago, and the news became increasingly circulated. Even if Yang Mingzhe had adventures and ways to learn something, it would be difficult for them to find out the news.

A girl like Yang Mingzhe who knows how to practice porcelain is suspected to be a skill. If you know the knowledge of antiques and cultural relics, you must have a history and a reason.

But Zhu Minghui was just a little curious and asked a few more questions.

No matter where she learned this skill, she was willing to tell others, so they would naturally be willing to listen, but if she didn't want to say it, no one would come to the bottom of it.

In their circle, there are many mysterious characters, but there are always a few that are produced in each generation, which is not particularly strange.

Yang Mingzhe is still famous, surnamed and originated. Those who have no names but are well-known and have great hands and eyes are still doing well?

"It's just Laihe... this place is a coincidence."

Zhu Minghui put down the information, looked back at Zhang Wenjiu, but was silent for a while but smiled, "In recent years, you have invested in the poor mountainous areas near Laihe every year. Now it seems that it is meaningless."

If it weren't for the Zhang family's annual investment of hundreds of millions, the construction of bridges and roads, the establishment of rural factories and farms, and the construction of Hope School. I'm afraid that even if a crew wants to go over and shoot movies, they wouldn't have seen Yang Mingzhe as bright as spring, and wouldn't have chosen her as the white moonlight in her movies.

Zhang Wenjiu was silent as usual. She just looked at Yang Mingzhe for a little more unconsciously, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity, but he didn't take it seriously.

Over the years, his enemies have disappeared. Apart from a few, there are no other friends. Even if they know each other, they must not be very important.

Since returning from Antique Street, Yang Yuying has plunged into the studio and worked hard to restore the murals. She can be said to have forgotten to eat and sleep, and even eating and sleeping is like fighting.

Li Zhinan and others were not idle either. They all wore aprons and hats, and surrounded Yang Yuying honestly. Under her command, they prepared pigments and looked for a brush.

Contract all the work of doing chores.

At the beginning, Li Zhinan and the others complained about being tired and complaining, but Yang Yuying was instructing people to do miscellaneous work, so she didn't just let it go and let everyone do it.

Yang Yuying instructed Li Zhinan and others to copy murals, test colors, and teach them some simple carving knowledge. She is also very good at teaching. Not to mention Zhao Xi, who has knowledge of painting, Li Zhinan, who doesn’t even know how to draw simple paintings, she feels that she has a strong interest in carving, painting and other knowledge.

Some things that can be boring if you do them alone, but many people get together to do them and can feel their own progress at all times, which makes this thing extremely interesting.

For a moment, Li Zhinan and the others were like Yang Yuying, taking the studio as the head of the studio. When they were tired and they were sleeping, they just went to sleep in a corner, and found a corner to fall asleep, and woke up and continued to work.

As the murals return to their luster day by day.

Qu Han and the others were full of accomplishment.

"I think I don't want to sell it anymore when I look at it."

Li Zhinan also sighed: "It's just like our children. Do you really want to sell it? Can I buy it for 200,000 yuan?"

Yang Yuying laughed: "The problem is that we have no money now, so if we can't sell it, we will have to cut off the cooking."

Qu Han: "Woo woo."

Although the "children" have to be sold, they still have to continue working.

Yang Yuying was busy until late at night. As soon as she walked to the door, she wanted to go out and pour a cup of coffee. She also brought a quilt to a few guys who had already rolled under the operating table to sleep. She heard a slight breathing sound outside.

She frowned slightly, pulled open the door suddenly, poked a brush out, and heard a muffled pain.

"Miss Yang...Miss."

It's pitch black outside.

Only a few fluorescent lights on the workbenches were lit.

Gao Jue's face looked a little distorted in the darkness.

Yang Yuying raised her eyebrows and took two steps back: "It's so late, the high expert hasn't had a rest yet."

Gao Jue's face was a little stiff and his shoulders were severely ached, but he endured it for his face and did not show any signs. He whispered: "I was fascinated by reading books. When I saw that there were lights in the studio, I came over to take a look."

He suddenly smiled, his voice was extremely gentle, but with a little arrogant admonition: "Miss Yang, to be honest, I have seen many masters who repair porcelain, and their unique skills are secret, but you just casually reveal your unique skills. Alas, I don't know if you should admire them, or worry about your master's mood."

"If you want me to say that Miss Yang is not suitable for the entertainment industry. If you have such ability, it is better to join my company and become my partner. Take a few disciples to pass on the skills of clay cultivation and cooperate with me. I promise that you will definitely get everything you want. Work in the entertainment industry is not something a good girl should do."

Gao Jue's voice was a little heavy. Although it was ordinary, the arrogance that appeared on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows could not be concealed by any means.

Yang Yuying looked up and down at him, and a smile of almost contempt appeared on her face: "Mr. Gao has a lot of people in your six companies. I heard that the people of the Federation of Six companies are most taboo to control the inheritance issues of others. Is it Mr. Gao special? It's not right. It seems that Mr. Gao is not only a junior, but also a leader of this generation. I think he is not very special."

Gao Jue's face was slightly cold, and then he chuckled: "Miss Yang knows a lot... it's a lot."

"If I like to do anything, Mr. Gao won't bother."

As he said that, Yang Yuying took a step out of the door, without looking back, and left.

When she returned to the studio, Gao Jue was gone. Yang Yuying looked at her and rolled all over the floor. The star who didn't like sleeping bags threw the quilt over. Qu Han rolled it skillfully and rolled into the quilt.

"I really don't want the idol bag at all?"

She has never seen the entertainment industry. It is the first time she has seen such an idol-free burden.

Qu Han whimpered: "It was there before."

Yang Yuying: "...Okay, it's a big blame for the background of this show."

Later, older generation artists like Zhu Minghui and Liu Siqi came to give guidance and teaching, and they also did some tricks from time to time. Even if they were the best actors and actresses, they were embarrassed to have any idol burden. After all, no matter how famous, the status is high, and the status is high, can they still respect the predecessors who have devoted their whole life to the inheritance of Yanhuang culture?

Time seems to be particularly short.

Yang Yuying found a buyer of her mural in Rongxingfang early in the morning. The shopkeeper of Rongxingfang was very willing to pay for it. After the mural was completed and sent to Rongxingfang, the shopkeeper happily spent 200,000 yuan to collect it. "The National Treasures Have a Tale" finally reached the ending stage.

The shooting afterwards will be much easier.

Several guests took out the best works they had made and asked several experts to comment carefully. The final winner was of course Yang Yuying.

But others also like their works very much and plan to take them home, and then carefully repair them and collect them.

According to Qu Han, in the future, when customers come to the door, they will show off their clothes with her pair of plum vases. This is more stylish and special than showing off her brand-name bags and cosmetics.

When they left the group, Li Zhinan and the others were so excited that they burst into tears. They held the antiques they had repaired and the small souvenirs handed over by several experts such as Zhu Minghui. They reluctantly left each other's contact information, made an appointment for dinner, tea, and shopping.

Just seeing off the farewell, a few people reluctantly sent it for more than two hours before finally disbanding on the spot. Those who got on the train boarded the train and those who went to the airport.

Yang Yuying also returned to her agent.

"My God, my God!"

After getting in the car, the car drove on the highway for half an hour. Yang Mingzhe's agent Wang Tong whispered and screamed several times.

"Oh my God, the director just told me that I hope to sign a season of the show. Woo woo, and, the one just now was Mr. Zhu Minghui, right?"

Wang Tong's voice was very low, but his speech was extremely fast. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yuying as if he was looking at a big baby.

She is 26 years old this year, starting as an assistant. Yang Mingzhe is the first artist she has taught since she became an agent. She is young, beautiful, and has a good starting point. Of course, she has great hope.

Unfortunately, I was very unlucky. When the senior executives in the company changed their blood, the playboy and rich second-generation young man joined in a daze. His operation was as fierce as a tiger, and almost killed everyone under their command.

Yang Mingzhe was a good star of tomorrow, and he suddenly became famous.

"Luckily we didn't give up."

Wang Tong turned on his phone.

His eyes were stuck in Yang Mingzhe's Weibo. Seeing those black guys' black guys finally suppressed by fans, the bloody scene turned into a normal celebrity Weibo, which was so happy to watch it once.

When he rushed to the airport and returned to the company, he saw a few fans coming to take the plane. Wang Tong couldn't help but cover his face: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Yang Yuying: “…”

"Don't look at me like this. I really thought you were getting cold a while ago. I even thought that even I would be unemployed. You are the first star I brought. As a result, I will play a good card like this. If the company doesn't hold you accountable, I'm shameless!"

Half a month later.

The program "National Treasures Have a Talk" was officially released.

It is worthy of its strong background. It was the prime time of CCTV when it was released. The advertisements were as high as they were opened by the computer. Countless artists who had rarely spoken out helped promote the publicity.

The show has not disappointed everyone's expectations, and the three generations of old, middle-aged and young people like it very much.

Lin Tiantian was dragged by his grandfather and forced to watch "There is something to say in the National Treasure".

To be honest, she doesn't have to think about the shows her grandfather likes to watch. It must be the kind of music that needs to have beautiful soundtracks, flawless, and each frame has its own characteristics. It must be elegant, heavy, and a sense of history. The only thing that is not needed is vulgarity and joy.

The problem is that if she wants to understand something, want to grow a brain, and want to experience the collision of thoughts, then she should go to the library to read classics and go to the theater to watch opera!

She didn't plan to think about anything at home, she just wanted to hold popcorn, take two bottles of Coke, Sprite, and giggle at the big screen to relieve her fatigue!

Lin Tiantian was so angry that she was very angry, but she still sat on the sofa honestly in the face of her excited grandfather.

Sure enough - the beautiful pictures like ink paintings, elegant guqin music, um, the opening song is not bad, and the lyrics are actually a bit lively and cute.

Lin Tiantian's anger gradually calmed down, it's okay. She just treats it as caring for the elderly. It's not bad to occasionally look at things like these elderly people like to see.
To be continued...