"It's not impossible to ask for money. Everyone knows the rules of Mushroom House?" All kinds of financial tightness are fake, and mobilizing celebrity activities is what Wang Zhengyu wants to see.

"Just work! As long as you give money, you can do whatever you want!" Peng Peng waved his hand and said boldly.

"Silly, Peng Peng, have you forgotten that you work every time? Why am I as stupid as you? Can I regret it?"

Ye Mingxuan looked at Peng Peng with disgust. How could this silly brother take the initiative to find work for him?

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

Zhang Zifeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled Peng Peng's clothes and dragged them behind: "Second brother, don't talk."

"I'm right, it's obviously just working..."

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

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. I won't stop talking from now on?" After saying that, I covered my mouth and stood at the end.

"Then what, Peng Peng is still young, and what he says cannot count." Ye Mingxuan glared at Peng Peng and continued, "Don't we all give money directly? How could Director Wang be so unconscienced and let us work? You said right, Director Wang?"

"Yes, you're right. We are not working or experiencing life. Rapeseed has been drying for so many days. Tomorrow, we can buy it and fry it into oil. We won't cheat you. We will buy it at a market price of seven yuan per liter of rapeseed oil. How about it?"

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

"Director Wang, you are a bit too much? My sister is still so young, how can you bear to let her work? Or the physical work of rapeseed! Do you know that respecting the elderly and loving the young? My master and Teacher He are so old, and Teacher He is still using crutches when he came! What should I do if I accidentally dodge 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 using crutches? Nonsense." Teacher He also heard Ye Mingxuan's words and said angrily: "When I came, Mingming made a wheelchair."

"It's okay, Teacher He doesn't have to work, and Zhang Zifeng doesn't have to work. Just do it with Peng Peng. You two are young and strong, so there's no problem with doing some work."

Teacher He’s self-deprecation in a wheelchair also made Wang Zhengyu laugh. How old is Teacher He, in his prime!

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

"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?" Peng Peng couldn't help it and asked.

"Peng Peng, can you be my brother? Don't talk. I beg you. You will talk when I finish the terms. OK?" Ye Mingxuan smiled helplessly and acted to kneel down for Peng Peng. How dare Peng Peng accept it? He quickly supported Ye Mingxuan.

"Stop talking! Remember, I can't help but go to Teacher He to rest!"

Peng Peng covered his mouth and nodded, promising not to speak. Ye Mingxuan continued to say to Wang Zhengyu: "Well, Director Wang, where did I just talk about it?"

"hand."

"Yes, just my hands are used to work? What do you think?" Ye Mingxuan looked at Wang Zhengyu squintly and asked with a stern look: "Do you know how much Lang Ge's hands are worth?"

Wang Zhengyu cooperated and shook his head: "I don't know."

Everyone knows that Langlang bought insurance for his hand, but no one has known how much it costs. Not only Wang Zhengyu was curious, but also his younger brother and sister were curious. Teacher He in the pavilion also stretched his neck and wanted to know the answer.

"Listen, Lang Ge bought insurance worth 1.40 million yuan for his hand." Ye Mingxuan just finished speaking, instead of looking at Wang Zhengyu's expression, he turned around and made a zipper on his mouth to Peng Peng.

Peng Peng was so surprised that he was about to ask questions, but when he looked at Ye Mingxuan's action, he held it in his arms, covered his mouth, shook his head, and signaled that he would understand not to speak.

"Brother, are there so many?" Celebrities have high insurance value for themselves, but like Lang Lang, the insurance amount of hands alone reaches more than 100 million, which is too few.

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

Wang Zhengyu had never noticed this before. Ye Mingxuan mentioned it accidentally this time. Wang Zhengyu remembered that Ye Mingxuan had a very high level of music. Ye Mingxuan was not inferior to Lang Lang just like a piano. Wang Zhengyu was also considering that he should buy a high-value insurance for Ye Mingxuan's hands, but the insurance amount of Lang Lang would not be less than that of other artists.

Seeing Wang Zhengyu's distracted look, he knew that Director Wang had thought it was a bit ambiguous, and he realized that this sentence was a bit ambiguous, as if he was forcing Director Wang to buy insurance for him.

"Director Wang, don't think too much. I'm not so delicate. Those who learn martial arts will inevitably be injured. Don't buy me any insurance. I have bought accidental personal insurance myself. I'm joking about it and it's like I force 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 so much. If you feel inappropriate, you will be cut off by the program team.

"No, I didn't think much about it, but you really have to buy insurance with both hands. You can't afford expensive ones. We can still afford to buy ones with insurance amounts of several million, and we can't even ask for a few dollars."

Wang Zhengyu thought for a while and decided to buy insurance for Ye Mingxuan's hand. He also needs to pay attention to these issues in the future. If he can come to this show, he will inevitably have to work. If he is injured, he will have to argue again.

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

"Then you don't have to work. Peng Peng is young and strong and healthy, but he is a little fat. Doing more work can help you lose weight." Wang Zhengyu continued the topic just now.

"Okay, I think it's OK, sister thinks it's OK?" Ye Mingxuan glanced at Zhang Zifeng, and without waiting for her to answer, he asked and answered: "Well, okay, just decide that tomorrow Peng Peng will make rapeseed alone and press oil alone, but do we have to discuss the price again?"

"Didn't we just agreed to be seven yuan?" It's best to get away with it. It's okay if you can't. You don't have the potential to negotiate the price.

"I didn't agree with the seven yuan, Peng Peng didn't even say anything, right?"

Although I asked Peng Peng, I gestured again to zip the zipper for that?

"Director Wang, do you think? Peng Peng didn't agree. Seven yuan is not enough, so give me more."

For some reason, Wang Zhengyu felt that the boy in front of him was not Ye Mingxuan, but more like Teacher Huang. His tone was so similar.

"How much did you say?"

"You want me to tell me? How about a hundred yuan per liter of rapeseed oil?"

Wang Zhengyu said in a heartbeat that you really dare to mention rapeseed oil for 100 yuan per liter: "It's impossible, it's too expensive. How much does the market price cost, can we collect it? Is it okay?"

"The market price is fifty yuan. In this way, Director Wang, I will give you a 50% discount, twenty-five yuan per liter, isn't it enough?" Ye Mingxuan said generously in a look of open-minded people.

"The market price is more than nine yuan per liter of rapeseed oil, less than ten yuan. I will calculate it for you ten yuan, so you can't get more." Don't let Ye Mingxuan raise the price himself, and just set the price dead.

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

Teacher Huang, who was cooking noodles in the kitchen, didn't hear it clearly, and lay on the window and asked, "What's the thing that costs ten yuan?"

Well, I didn't hear anything, and I heard the money: "Raise oil, I will use rapeseed oil tomorrow, Director Wang will give us ten yuan a liter, right?"

Teacher Huang calculated it, and it was probably the price: "Yes, the market price is not a pitfall, you can agree."

Teacher Huang, who returned to the kitchen, said to himself: "This kid is OK, he has a lot of money to cheat. OK, he is worthy of being my son."

After the noodles are put into the pot, pour all the tomatoes and eggs that have been fried before into the pot, and a large pot of fragrant tomato and egg noodle soup is ready.

Wang Zhengyu, who had been tangling with Ye Mingxuan for a long time, looked at the noodles that were the same as Tuocheng and shook his head helplessly. He heard Teacher Huang shouting to start a meal in the kitchen and handing the leftovers to the staff around him, and ran in.

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

"My noodles can't be eaten anymore, Teacher Huang can eat it!"

"Two bottles of beer?"

"make a deal."

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

Teacher Huang put all the soup noodles in a large basin, put them on the gloves and put them in the pavilion. Teacher He took everyone's bowls and chopped peppers, Peng Peng took out the chili sauce and chopped peppers and took them out. Ye Mingxuan took a head of garlic in the kitchen. How can old people in Beijing not eat noodles?

"Oh, Xiaoxuan understands me. You have to eat garlic when you eat noodles. Old Beijing must have noodles." (ps: This is what Teacher Huang said in the first season, and Teacher Huang eats noodles.) Teacher Huang happily ate one bite of noodles and one bite of garlic.

"Does Peng eat garlic?" Ye Mingxuan, like Teacher Huang, did not care about his image at all when eating. Unlike those traffic-related young people who don't eat this or that, Ye Mingxuan is not so delicate, and eating garlic is also good for the body.

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

"Okay, let's eat garlic."

A large pot of noodle soup was eaten by several people, which was enough to show that everyone was really hungry and was too lazy to move after eating and drinking. Zhang Zifeng called over to Xiao H and hugged her in her arms and hummed.

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 the dishes, but he was not willing to stand up. Peng Peng finished the last meal. After seeing that everyone had no plans to clean the dishes, he took the initiative to put everyone's bowls and chopsticks into the basin and put them in the kitchen.

"There's nothing to do in the afternoon, I'm going to do whatever I want. When I get older, I have to go back to take a rest. You young people can play by themselves."
Chapter completed!