Fang Miaomiao thought for a moment and nodded to book the tickets.
"What time are the tickets for, and where are we going?"
"A flight ticket for noon tomorrow, the destination is quite familiar."
"Oh?"
"The desert."
Wen Zhiyan's mind immediately recalled the live broadcast of the last variety show. He frowned, "Why the desert?"
Fang Miaomiao spread her hands, "In the script's setting, under the post-apocalypse, water resources are scarce, plants are dead or dying. The most suitable place is the desert."
At a glance, it was silent, with only an endless sense of suffocation and death.
Wen Zhiyan paused, "We'll wait for you at home."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, "I thought you'd find it too hard and tell me not to go."
"No, you wouldn't be happy then."
"Nonsense." Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, "Don't you know my biggest wish is to eat, drink, and wait for death?"
"Miaomiao likes acting."
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao's lips curved upwards. Yes, after all, she had been acting her whole life, so it would be a lie to say she didn't like it. How could someone persist in something they didn't like for over a decade?
"I need to pack."
"Then I'll take care of dinner today?"
"You can?"
Wen Zhiyan met Fang Miaomiao's gaze, "Miaomiao, I can't cook, but I can order takeout."
He wasn't the kind of overbearing CEO in books who couldn't take care of himself and relied entirely on a personal assistant.
If he truly couldn't take care of himself, the first to collapse would likely be Xin Xuan.
"That's great."
After packing her things.
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao with pleading eyes, "Mom, are you going to work again?"
Fang Miaomiao spread her hands, looking innocent, "Although I don't want to admit it, your mother is indeed going to work, and her flight is tomorrow morning."
"Mom." Wen Yan'an curled up against Fang Miaomiao's leg, "I don't want Mommy to go to work."
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao was instantly amused, "Then, my An'an, you have to work hard."
"Work hard and study well. When you have money, you can support Mom."
"Mhm mhm." Wen Yan'an nodded emphatically, "Mommy, you must wait for me."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'll wait for An'an."
...
"Miss Fang, we meet again." Zhao Yiran, wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and white casual pants, looked exceptionally bright under the sun.
"Long time no see."
"Miss Man Tong."
"Young Master Zhao." Cui Mantong also smiled and nodded.
"Long time no see, long time no see. Thank you very much for your help this time." Chen Tianming, dressed in casual shorts and a t-shirt, wearing sunglasses, said to Zhao Yiran with a smile.
"We cooperate for mutual benefit." Zhao Yiran nodded, "Everyone, please come in."
"Director Chen, what's going on?"
"Tsk, we're filming nearby recently. The location we're using is too far from the town, and there's nothing around. It's practically desolate." Chen Tianming explained, "So, to save time, I tentatively contacted Zhao Yiran. I didn't expect him to agree without hesitation to let us use this manor to sleep."
Fortunately, the set construction was almost complete, and they didn't need many staff.
Otherwise, if their entire crew lived on his manor, even he, with the thickest skin, would feel embarrassed.
"So that's how it is." Fang Miaomiao nodded and turned her gaze to Cui Mantong.
"Director Chen said I still have a few scenes to shoot and need to follow along," Cui Mantong shrugged and explained, "So I came along."
To minimize trouble, Chen Tianming arranged for the two to share a room.
Cui Mantong looked at the green grapevines outside the window and took a deep breath, "I didn't expect we'd be back here."
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, "Are you feeling nostalgic?"
"Hehe, don't say it, the grapes Zhao Yiran grows are indeed delicious." Cui Mantong thought of something and looked suspiciously at Fang Miaomiao, "By the way, I heard the Wen Corporation is planning to build a hotel here?"
"Is that so?" Fang Miaomiao blinked.
"You don't know?" Cui Mantong remembered something and slapped herself, looking apologetically at Fang Miaomiao, "Sorry, sorry, my mind has been a bit fuzzy lately."
"What are you doing?" Fang Miaomiao said with a wry smile, "I didn't say anything about you, but I really don't know about building a hotel here. Anyway, my Wen Zhiyan is a hands-off manager now, which is quite fun."
"He really resigned?" Cui Mantong's eyes widened in disbelief, "You mean?"
"Yes." Fang Miaomiao nodded and sat back on the bed.
Cui Mantong sat next to Fang Miaomiao, "Tsk tsk tsk, the Wen Corporation is so immoral."
Cui Tong had occasionally mentioned things about the Wen Corporation during this time, saying that after Wen Zhiyan took office, he signed many contracts that... well, at least wouldn't see profits for several years, and might not even have profits after that.
If this continued long-term, the Wen Corporation would once again be in the spotlight.
Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow and hugged Cui Mantong's shoulder, "My Wen Zhiyan knew that the Wen Corporation was a pitfall, so he climbed out early."
Cui Mantong gave her a thumbs-up, "Excellent."
After fooling around for a while, they both lay on the bed weakly.
"Sigh, I miss An'an a little."
"I miss Si Si a little."
They looked at each other and slowly picked up their scripts.
The moment they picked up the scripts, Fang Miaomiao's phone rang.
It was Director Chen calling.
Fang Miaomiao told Cui Mantong and then got up to find Chen Tianming.
"Director Chen," Fang Miaomiao called out with a smile.
"You, all day long, you're so silly, I don't know what's so funny about it." Chen Tianming beckoned her over, "Come here, I have something for you."
"What?" Fang Miaomiao took the document handed to her by Chen Tianming and flipped through a few pages, "A contract?"
"Yes, the 'Flower' project we talked about. Take a look. If you think it's okay, sign it."
Fang Miaomiao then began to read it carefully, "The acting fee is five hundred thousand, that's so high?"
Chen Tianming scoffed, "Five hundred thousand is still cheap for that old fox. Never mind the price, he's the one making the profit."
"Oh, oh." Fang Miaomiao nodded and read the contract several times.
"Fang Miaomiao, are you planning to memorize the contract?"
It was only a few pages. Did she really need to be so cautious?
"Hehe, Director Chen, different professions have their specialties."
Chen Tianming rolled his eyes, "Nonsense, did I tell you not to hire external help?"
Fang Miaomiao immediately dialed Wen Zhiyan's number and briefly explained the situation.
Twenty minutes later, seeing the word "can sign" on WeChat, she smilingly took the pen from Chen Tianming's hand and signed her name on the contract, "Director Chen, when does the filming of 'Flower' start?"
Chen Tianming stroked his chin and estimated the time, "Around November."
"Ah, I'm just destined to be a hard worker."
Chen Tianming rolled his eyes and pointed at the door, "Capitalist's greed. Get out, thank you."