"What should we do?"
Compared to Zhuang Nan, who often guested on variety shows, Feng Lanchu knew nothing about television. She did not know what to do at all.
"You can make things difficult for them. If you think that's too troublesome, you can also go with them straight after finding you. But you won't get as much screen time then."
Zhuang Nan reminded her nicely. He did not see the lips of the director and the producer twitching.
"Then Mr. Zhuang, do you plan to..."
Zhuang Nan smiled and said, "They naturally have to suffer if they want my help."
Feng Lanchu immediately understood what kind of person Zhuang Nan was. He was a drama king.
After they chatted for a while, Feng Lanchu found out that Zhuang Nan had been to Hoh Xil as well. They had both been to Hoh Xil, so they naturally had a lot more to talk about with each other.
The two quickly found a shared camaraderie and added each other on WeChat.
The next morning, Feng Lanchu's door was knocked on by the makeup artist.
The makeup artist did not expect Feng Lanchu to be energetic and prepared at seven in the morning.
"Good morning, Miss Feng. I am Liu, the crew's makeup artist. I am here to do your makeup."
"Oh, please come in." Feng Lanchu sized up the giant makeup up box in Liu's hands. She hurriedly turned to make way and asked, "Do you need help?"
"No need, no need. The makeup box is cumbersome. Plus, we are already used to it."
Liu walked into the room with a smile. She thought to herself that this specialist was really friendly.
"Actually... I intend to wrap my face with a scarf later. It doesn't matter whether I put on makeup or not." Feng Lanchu scratched her head.
"You are going on TV after all. Why don't I just put on a light layer of makeup for you? It doesn't have to be that heavy. What do you think?"
Since this was part of the production crew's decision, Feng Lanchu had no choice but to agree. She could only sit down quietly and allow the makeup artist to do her work.
Feng Lanchu had great skin, and her features were beautiful. Furthermore, she was just a regular person, so she did not have to put on heavy makeup like other celebrities. There really wasn't much makeup to do. The makeup artist gave her a light layer of base makeup, added some lipstick on her, and Feng Lanchu's makeup was done.
Feng Lanchu thought that that was all. In the end, the production crew led her to the Golmud Tibetian People Visitor's Village and got her to change into the traditional Tibetan costume. Then, she was seated with a group of beautiful Tibetan girls and asked to organize some Khatas with them.
Alright, she knew what the production crew was up to.
They want the celebrities to guess which girl among the girls was the accompanying specialist.
Feng Lanchu's phone buzzed shortly after she sat down in the tentage. It was a message from Zhuang Nan.
Wild Lad Nan: The crew already arranged for a good show without me having to do anything.
Then, he sent a photo of a group of people dressed in the same clothes riding horses on the wide grassland. When she counted, there were more than 20 people riding horses in the photo.
Wild Lad Nan: How are things on your end?
Feng Lanchu sent him a photo of the girls chatting and smiling with organizing Khatas.
Wild Lad Nan: The crew does know how to play.
Feng Lanchu: Hehe
Just then, PD Wang, who was in the tent, reminded her, "Miss Feng, guests are heading here right now."
"Alright." Feng Lanchu slid her phone into her pocket and tried her best to blend in with the other girls.
She wore a brightly colored Tibetan costume and was folding a snow-white Khata. Her skin was the color of porcelain, and she looked beautiful.
The cameraman especially went to take a close-up of her, and he could not help but be stunned by her beauty.
Just then, the curtains at the entrance of the Mongolian yurt were pulled open. A beautiful girl who wore a bright red windbreaker entered the yurt. She swept her sharp eyes over the people in the room and immediately poked her head out to yell, "There are lots of people here. The person we are looking for has to be here."
"Alright, coming."
Then, there were hurried footsteps. A tall boy rushed into the yurt. He had a babyface. His naturally curled hair stuck to his forehead. His eyes were large and round, and he looked like a baby deer.
It was a pity that the girls in the yurt were not interested in celebrities. Otherwise, they would definitely be able to recognize Qin Zhuo, a popular celebrity who had debuted in a competition last year.