"It's not impossible to ask for money, everyone knows the rules of the mushroom house, right?" What kind of financial shortage is fake, and mobilizing celebrity activities is what Wang Zhengyu wants to see.

"Work hard! As long as you give money, you can do anything!" Peng Peng waved his hand and said proudly.

"Silly, Pempen, have you forgotten that you work every time? How can I have such a stupid brother as you? Can I regret it?"

Ye Mingxuan looked at Peng Peng with disgust, this stupid brother, how could he take the initiative to find a job for himself?

"Brother, isn't it work?" Peng Peng still touched his hair stupidly and asked Ye Mingxuan cutely.

Zhang Zifeng couldn't stand it anymore, pulled Peng Peng's clothes and dragged him to the back: "Second brother, don't talk." ”

"I'm not wrong, it's just work..."

"Shut up. Ye Mingxuan and Zhang Zifeng said at the same time.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, can't I stop talking from now on?"

"What, Peng Peng, he's still young, and what he says doesn't count. Ye Mingxuan glared at Peng Peng and continued: "Aren't we all giving money directly? How can Director Wang be so unconscionable and let us work, right, Director Wang?"

"Yes, what you said is right, we are not working, experiencing life, rapeseed has been dried for so many days, tomorrow the rapeseed will be sent out and fried into oil, we can buy, we will not pit you, according to the market price of a liter of rapeseed oil for seven yuan, how about it?"

The price did not bite to death, and it also left room for negotiation, which is also the highlight of the show.

"Director Wang, you're a bit too much, isn't it? My sister is still so young, how can you bear to let her sister work? It's still such a manual work as beating rapeseed! Do you know that respecting the old and loving the young? My master and Teacher He are both so old, and Teacher He was still on crutches when he came! What should I do if I accidentally flash to my waist?"

Ye Mingxuan pulled Zhang Zifeng in front of him, and pointed to Teacher He who was resting in the pavilion.

"Why am I on crutches? Teacher He also heard Ye Mingxuan's words, and said angrily: "I obviously made a wheelchair when I came. ”

"It's okay, Teacher He doesn't have to work, Zhang Zifeng doesn't have to work, you and Peng Peng can just do it, you two are young and strong, it's no problem to do some work." ”

Teacher He's self-blackening in a wheelchair also made Wang Zhengyu laugh, how old is Teacher He, and he is in the prime of life!

Ye Mingxuan stretched out his hand: "Just my hands?"

"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?" Peng Peng couldn't hold back for a moment and asked.

"Peng Peng, are you my brother, don't speak, I beg you, you can talk when I finish talking about the conditions, OK?" Ye Mingxuan smiled helplessly, and made a gesture to kneel down for Peng Peng, how dare Peng Peng accept it, and quickly supported Ye Mingxuan.

"Stop talking! Remember, I can't help but go to Mr. He's place to rest!"

Peng Peng covered his mouth and nodded, promising not to speak, Ye Mingxuan continued to say to Wang Zhengyu: "That, Director Wang, where did I say just now?"

"Hands. ”

"Yes, just my hands, used for work, what do you think?" Ye Mingxuan squinted at Wang Zhengyu and asked dementally, "Do you know how much Brother Lang's hands are worth?"

Wang Zhengyu shook his head cooperatively: "I don't know." ”

Everyone knows that Lang Lang bought insurance for his hands, but no one really knows how much it is, not only Wang Zhengyu is curious, but his younger brothers and sisters are also curious, and Teacher He in the pavilion also stretched his neck, curious to know the answer.

"Listen, Brother Lang bought value for his hand... 1400 million RMB insurance. As soon as Ye Mingxuan finished speaking, he didn't look at Wang Zhengyu's expression, but turned around and made a zipper movement towards Peng Peng.

Peng Peng was surprised and just wanted to ask, but looking at Ye Mingxuan's action, he held back, covered his mouth and shook his head to signal that he understood not to speak.

"Brother, are there really so many?" The insurance value given to himself by celebrities is relatively high, but like Lang Lang, the insurance amount of his hands alone has reached more than 100 million, which is too little and too little.

Ye Mingxuan nodded and said, "How is it, Director Wang, do you still want me to work with these hands?"

Wang Zhengyu had never paid attention to this before, Ye Mingxuan inadvertently mentioned it this time, Wang Zhengyu remembered that Ye Mingxuan's musical attainments were already very high, and Ye Mingxuan was not lower than Lang Lang on the piano alone, Wang Zhengyu was also thinking about buying a high insurance for Ye Mingxuan's hands, and the insurance amount would not be less than that of other artists.

Seeing Wang Zhengyu's distracted appearance, he knew that Director Wang was thinking about it, and he also realized that this sentence was a bit ambiguous, as if he was forcing Director Wang to buy insurance for himself.

"Director Wang, Director Wang, don't think about it, I'm not so delicate, it's inevitable that I will be injured if I learn martial arts, don't buy me any insurance, I have bought accident life insurance myself, I'm joking to liven up the atmosphere, it's as if I'm forcing you to buy insurance for me again!"

At this time, the benefits of recording and broadcasting are reflected, if you have anything to say, you don't have to think about it so much, and words that feel inappropriate will be cut out by the program team.

"No, I didn't think much about it, but you really have to buy insurance for both hands, you can't afford to buy expensive ones, and we can still afford to buy millions of insurance dollars, and we can't afford to pay a few dollars. ”

Wang Zhengyu thought about it for a while, and decided to buy insurance for Ye Mingxuan's hand, and he would have to pay attention to these problems in the future.

The normal amount of insurance is not an exaggeration, Ye Mingxuan didn't say anything, and nodded as a default.

"Then you don't have to work, Peng Peng is young, strong and in good health, but he is a little blessed, and doing more work is just right to lose weight. Wang Zhengyu replied from the topic just now.

"Okay, I think it's okay, does my sister think it's okay?" Ye Mingxuan glanced at Zhang Zifeng, didn't wait for her to answer, and said to himself: "Well, okay, it's so decided, tomorrow Peng Peng will shoot rapeseed alone and squeeze oil alone, but will we have to discuss this price again?"

"Didn't they all say seven yuan just now!" "It's best to be able to get through the tricks, and it's okay if you can't, there is no room to negotiate the price."

"I didn't agree to seven yuan, Peng Peng didn't speak, did Peng Peng?"

Although I asked Peng Peng, but I made a zipper gesture again, so that?

"Director Wang, you see, right? Peng Peng didn't agree, seven yuan is not enough, give more. ”

I don't know why, Wang Zhengyu felt that the young man in front of him was not Ye Mingxuan, but more like Teacher Huang, this tone and demeanor were too similar.

"How much do you say?"

"How about a hundred pieces of rapeseed oil for a litre?"

Wang Zhengyuxin said, you really dare to mention 100 yuan a liter of rapeseed oil: "Impossible, it's too expensive, how much is the market price, how much do we charge, okay?"

"The market price is fifty yuan, in this way, Director Wang, I will give you a five-fold discount, twenty-five yuan a liter, is it interesting enough?" Ye Mingxuan said with a look of me as a bright person.

"The market price is more than nine yuan for a liter of rapeseed oil, less than ten yuan, I will count ten yuan for you, no more. "Don't let Ye Mingxuan raise the price by himself, just set the price.

Ye Mingxuan turned his head and shouted to Teacher Huang in the kitchen, "Master, how about ten yuan for a liter of rapeseed oil?"

Teacher Huang, who was cooking noodles in the kitchen, didn't hear clearly, leaned on the window and asked, "What is ten yuan?"

Yes, I didn't hear anything, but I heard the money: "Rapeseed oil, tomorrow I will squeeze rapeseed oil, and Director Wang will give us ten yuan per liter, okay?"

Mr. Huang calculated, and it was probably this price: "Yes, the market price, not a pit, you can agree." ”

Teacher Huang, who returned to the kitchen, said to himself: "This kid is okay, there are quite a lot of tricks to pit money, okay, he deserves to be my son." ”

Put the noodles in the pot, and then pour all the tomato eggs into the pot, and a large pot of fragrant tomato and egg noodle soup will be fine.

Wang Zhengyu, who had been pulling with Ye Mingxuan for a long time, shook his head helplessly when he looked at the noodles that had become a piece, and heard Teacher Huang shouting in the kitchen to open the meal, handed over the leftovers to the staff around him, and ran in himself.

"Wang Zhengyu, what are you doing here? Go out. Teacher Huang drove Wang Zhengyu out without hesitation.

"I can't eat my noodles, Mr. Huang can enjoy it!"

"Two beers?"

"Deal. ”

Wang Zhengyu happily mixed a big bowl of noodle soup and went to the lounge.

Here, Mr. Huang put all the noodle soup out in a big basin, put on gloves and brought it to the gazebo, Mr. He took everyone's dishes and chopsticks, Peng Peng turned out the chili sauce and chopped chili pepper and took it out, Ye Mingxuan took a head of garlic in the kitchen, how can the old people in Beijing eat noodles without eating garlic?

"Yo, Xiao Xuan still understands me, you have to eat garlic to eat noodles this time, and it is necessary to eat noodles in the old capital. (ps: This is what Mr. Huang said in the first season, and Mr. Huang eats noodles with garlic.) Mr. Huang took a bite of noodles and a bite of garlic.

"Does Peng Peng eat garlic?" Ye Mingxuan, like Teacher Huang, doesn't care about his image at all, unlike those traffic students who don't eat and don't eat, Ye Mingxuan is not so delicate, and eating garlic is also good for his health.

"I eat chopped chili, so I don't eat garlic, it's too spicy to stand it. "Peng Peng is a Jiangxi native, and he doesn't eat a lot of pasta, but under the influence of his father, he still likes to eat pasta, but he is really not used to garlic.

"Yes, let's eat garlic for both father and son. ”

A large pot of noodle soup was eaten clean by several people, which is enough to show that everyone is really hungry, and they are too lazy to move when they are full of food and drink, Zhang Zifeng beckoned Xiao H to come over and hummed a song in his arms.

Teacher Huang made a pot of tea and lay on the chair, Ye Mingxuan stood by the low wall and looked at the green vegetable field, Teacher He burped several times and wanted to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but he was reluctant to stand up, Peng Peng was the last to eat, and saw that everyone had no intention of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and took the initiative to put everyone's dishes and chopsticks into the basin and put them in the kitchen.

"There's nothing to do in the afternoon, what do you want, I'm old and have to go back to catch up on sleep, you young people can play by yourself." ”

Director Wang didn't assign any tasks today, the guests can only come tomorrow, and today is another leisurely day, but they are all looking forward to tomorrow's guests coming soon, and the coptis bitter gourd cake is still waiting!