In Chen Yongde's words, Yan Murong is an efficient actor, and his performance cannot be seen from his expression or his movements, whether he is a person who has been electrocuted for the first time.

The shooting speed of this documentary is very fast, it can be said that Chen Yongde has made the fastest documentary, from beginning to end, Yan Murong passed it at one time, and the whole process was even used to prepare props and an hour.

Three days later, Yan Murong was called to the office by Liang Zhengtao again.

"Minister Liang, let me go." Yan Murong said with a sad face. "That's good news. Your good news is nothing short of a disaster for me. ”

"Huh? How do you say that? Liang Zhengtao was puzzled by Yan Murong's complaints.

"Do you know, your old man made a film, but Director Chen didn't know that nerve was wrong, and if he had to pull me to make a movie, I couldn't agree if I didn't agree."

"Haha, that's a good thing." Liang Zhengtao laughed. "You go to various communities, as long as there is a basement to see, the air-raid shelter is also OK, there are full of people who want to be famous, the mighty army of hundreds of thousands of North Drifters, even if you line up to get the number, it is estimated that you will not be able to take the turn in this life, you are still too troublesome to take this step to the sky?"

"I'm not all the way with them." Yan Murong pursed his lips. "No matter what I do, the starting point is for the cause of traditional Chinese medicine, I am not short of food and drink, and there is no need to fight with them for life."

"That's right." Liang Zhengtao nodded. What Yan Murong said was indeed wrong, the dream young people who were still floating in the basement said that the good thing was for the pursuit of artistic dreams, and the bad thing was that it was the problem of food and clothing - they couldn't eat anymore, and they talked about a fart dream.

In fact, Yan Murong's experience is far more bumpy than theirs. What did they suffer? At most, he couldn't eat enough, and he lived in a basement where he was worried about hitting the wall when he turned over, which was far happier than Yan Murong being abused by the old man in the mountains.

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Liang Zhengtao beckoned to Yan Murong, took out a USB flash drive and plugged it into the computer, and said. "Come on, come and see your film."

"Coming out so soon?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"Is this fast?" Liang Zhengtao smiled. "It's just a documentary, and it doesn't need any big productions, this is sent by the film company this morning, so you can see if you're satisfied, if you're satisfied, I'll find someone to send it to the TV station later, and it will be broadcast in prime time in the evening."

Yan Murong nodded, leaned over to the computer and began to watch the video.

The whole documentary is not long, just over four minutes, which is about the same time as a song. At the beginning, first of all, the major famous rivers and mountains in China were introduced with subtitles, and finally, as soon as the camera turned, the scenery arrived at the door of Hanyuan Palace, and then, Yan Murong, who was dressed in a white robe, walked out of Hanyuan Hall slowly, after a set of dazzling and powerful Taijiquan, Yan Murong read out the poem he composed with a solemn face, and finally, looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and there seemed to be a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Looking at the text on the right side of the screen, Yan Murong kept slandering in his heart - the world's first Chinese medicine competition, Yan Murong, a Chinese contestant.

Damn, that's okay too? Also the world's first TCM competition, when was this name set?

"How's it going, are you still satisfied?" Liang Zhengtao asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Yan Murong shook his head. "I'm just going to say I'm not fit to shoot this."

"Is that okay?" Liang Zhengtao laughed. "At least in my opinion, as a non-professional, your performance is very good - there is hope for a big hit."

"It doesn't matter if it's red or not." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid I'll have to wear sunglasses on the street in the future."

"Haha, too." Liang Zhengtao looked extremely happy and said with a smile. "It's the first time I've seen a Chinese medicine doctor being chased as a star, and I'm really looking forward to seeing such a scene soon."

After laughing, Liang Zhengtao asked with a straight face. "How? If you think it's okay, I'll find someone to send it to the TV station, and there are a little more than three days to broadcast it in the morning, noon and evening, and I guess your fame has also been hit. ”

"Whatever, I don't have any opinion." Yan Murong nodded.

"Okay." Seeing that Yan Murong had no opinion, Liang Zhengtao grabbed the phone on the table and prepared to call someone to come in and get the USB flash drive.

As soon as the phone was caught, there was a noise at the door of the office, followed by the voice of Liang Zhengtao's secretary.

"Xiao Liang, you can't go in, the minister is talking about things."

Obviously, the other party did not buy the secretary's face at all, and the footsteps became more and more urgent, and then, the office door was pushed open.

"Minister Liang, look-" The secretary looked at Liang Zhengtao apologetically, not knowing how to explain. The person who broke in was the minister's son, and he didn't stop it, and he didn't stop it.

"Send the USB flash drive to the TV station, you go out first." Liang Zhengtao handed the USB flash drive in his hand to the secretary, and waited until the secretary went out, then he frowned and looked at Liang Shaokun who was standing at the door, and said. "What do you want to do? What is this place where you just wander around, like words? ”

When Liang Shaokun saw Yan Murong, he couldn't help but be stunned, maybe it was because he pirated Yan Murong's prescription, and his eyes were dodgy, and when he heard Liang Zhengtao speak, he hurriedly came back to his senses.

"Dad, save me." Liang Shaokun suddenly ran over with a sad face, grabbed Liang Zhengtao's arm and begged. "Dad, you must save me this time, otherwise I'll be finished."

"What's wrong with you again?" Liang Zhengtao asked in a deep voice, his face was also very ugly.

"I-" Liang Shaokun looked at Yan Murong who was sitting on the side, and immediately hesitated.

"Say." Liang Zhengtao shouted in a deep voice. "Murong is not an outsider."

"I-" Liang Shaokun's face became more and more ugly, and finally, he actually knelt on the ground with a puff.

"Dad, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you, I don't have to steal your things, you save me, I don't want to go to jail."

"You stole my stuff?" Liang Zhengtao was stunned. "What did you steal from me?"

"I-I didn't steal anything from you." Liang Shaokun squeaked for a long time before lowering his head and saying. "I just stole your computer and stole his prescription."

Hearing Liang Shaokun's words, Yan Murong was also stunned, is there anything else about him in his feelings? Prescription? What is the prescription?

"You get up for me." Liang Zhengtao picked up Liang Shaokun, who was kneeling in front of him, and shouted angrily. "You explain things to me."