Chapter 87 I just want others to be afraid of me and not dare to ask me for a bicycle.

There was a happy atmosphere in the camp.

Cheng Ling checked the eight big stick bones that several people were roasting and found that they were very ripe.

"Okay, you guys take the stick bones off the fire, and then the barbecue will be dry and unpalatable. I'll put a plastic bag on it."

Cheng Ling spread a plastic bag on a tree stump that had been cut down, leaving only a table-like stump, and asked several people to line up the stick bones and place them neatly on the stump.

"Help me get the pile of leaves by the stove...yes, that's the pile." Cheng Ling directed Little R.

Then she took the machete she used to slice meat, pointed it at the stick bone, and chopped it off.

The knife fell from the hand.

Each large stick bone was chopped into bone-in meat chunks about seven or eight centimeters long - Cheng Ling deliberately left a lot of meat on the stick bones, which is similar to the kind of stick bones eaten in the market that make you want to pick out the meat close to the bone. It’s different, it’s full of meat.

It was divided into forty pieces in total.

She picked some clean broad leaves in advance, washed them by the stream, and used them to wrap the meat stick bones and eat them.

"This is for me. Each of you roasting stick bones will take one piece. The rest, Bai Muchuan, you and Sui Chao can share with you. Don't forget it. There is no need to give it to those who have it."

Bai Muchuan immediately nodded wildly.

When you are the number one younger brother, you must fully understand the unspoken half-sentence of the boss:

Some people can't give it - just Liu Zhan.

Deserve it!

"By the way, the prop team carried iron pots and daily necessities all the way. Let's reward them with the extra bones."

"Okay, eldest sister."

Cheng Ling looked back at the photographer who was carrying a camera and faithfully recording everything, "Brother, let's put down the camera and have a few bites. I also have to eat something before making tonight's main dish - secret roasted pork ribs. , it’s not too late to shoot again at that time.”

The cute girl on the side came over, grabbed the bone of the stick, and kept squealing because it was so delicious, and then advised the photographer: "Brother! Eat some! This is so delicious! The dog wants to take a bite when he sees it."

Producer Lin kicked Mengmeng in the butt: "Who are you scolding!"

Director He nodded: "I have a reasonable suspicion that you are criticizing others. What's the matter? Do you want your bonus to be deducted?"

"Why are you two here?" Mengmeng didn't expect that Director He and Producer Lin, who were sitting far away, would actually come over and said with a sad face: "I mean me, I am a dog. After watching it, I couldn't help but want to chew it. Two mouthfuls.”

"Hey, is it so difficult for today's social workers?" Cheng Ling sighed, "It's so difficult to make a lot of money in a month, right?"

It hurts my heart!

Mengmeng covered her mouth and ran away while crying.

He Daochong made a "stop shooting" gesture to the photographer.

The photographer understands.

Director He and Producer Lin came over, probably because they wanted to talk to Cheng Ling alone.

So he immediately turned off the camera, held his piece of roasted stick bone, and hid away to enjoy it.

"Director He, Producer Lin, what do you want from me? Can you compliment me on my cooking skills? I still want to say," Cheng Ling lowered his voice and imitated Director He's voice, powerful and deep, "Hey, it turns out that Cheng Ling really has muscles!"

Director He burst into laughter.

This Cheng Ling always surprises people.

Call her serious. Sometimes she is neither big nor small. Call her transparent and reasonable. Sometimes her mouth is so poisonous that it would make Ouyang Feng tremble.

Director He cupped his hands and clasped his fists: "Although you have to use a magnifying glass to find your girl's muscles, a small weight can weigh a thousand pounds."

Small?

It seems that after returning home, I have to ask the housekeeper to buy some protein powder for muscle building, buy some heavier dumbbells, and reduce aerobic exercise——

Aerobic exercise affects muscle formation, and the most important thing is to eat more!

Oh shit!

What bothers me the most is people saying I'm young.

As soon as Director He finished speaking, he saw Cheng Ling bite the stick bone viciously.

Producer Lin laughed so hard that his fangs were invisible: "Hey, you two are talking about cross talk! Cheng Ling, you can't become fat with one bite... Besides, aren't everyone pursuing white, thin and young people now?"

Cheng Ling grabbed the stick bone and glanced at Producer Lin, "White and thin? That's a morbid aesthetic of feeling harmless and weak. Why do I want people to think I'm harmless? I just want people to think I'm scary. It’s easy to mess with, I’m very powerful, so people who want to ask me for a bicycle should think about whether they can get this bicycle.”

Director He gave a thumbs up: "That's it! Look at the current costume dramas and the actresses in modern dramas. They are all weak, sallow and thin. Cheng Ling, I'm sure you can become a star in the entertainment industry in the future. The hottest female star.”

Cheng Ling took a sip of bone marrow and bared his teeth at Director He.

Director He: ...please be gentle. Otherwise I would even want to take back what I said.

Producer Lin finally finished laughing and cleared his throat, "Cheng Ling, do you still have a signal on your phone?"

Cheng Ling would glance at his phone every ten minutes, but unfortunately the signal bar was always "0".

I don’t know how Brother Cheng is doing with his search for backup.

"No. I haven't received any information either. But don't worry, my eldest brother is very reliable in his work." Cheng Ling said proudly.

"That's not what I want to say. I came here to talk to you about two people. One is Jiang Qiyun and the other is Liu Zhan."

Cheng Ling nodded while chewing on the stick bone.

Her time is limited, so she needs to eat to replenish her strength without delaying her talk to others.

"How much do you know about Jiang Qiyun?"

"Isn't he the best actor or the king of singers? Although he is a bit greedy and a bit timid, he blocks the gun for you, Producer Lin, and can endure hardships and cooperate. He is a good teammate." Cheng Ling judged fairly.

"I'm not talking about what kind of person he is. I'm asking you, do you know his identity?"

Cheng Ling paused while gnawing on the bone.

Jiang Qiyun... Jiang... Jiang Zhenguo!

"What's his relationship with Jiang Zhenguo?" Cheng Ling asked after swallowing the meat in his mouth.