Now, this short journey has finally come to an end.
The story of Xia Kexing may continue to be played out in another time and space, but they will never see it.
Many emotional viewers felt their noses sore and suddenly felt aggrieved.
Why can Yu Jing decide the end of a story in an understatement? Isn't it good to continue filming like this and let the audience accompany Ge Shenguang and the others to continue their adventures?
For the first time, the audience discovered that Yu Jing was so inhumane.
[I cried like a fool, and my mother asked me if I was broken up in love. 】
[Romance movies didn’t make me cry, but a martial arts movie made me cry. 】
[Sorry, I want to scold Director Jing, ah, ah, bastard! Give me Ge Chenguang, give me warmth and coolness, give me Shengzhu! 】
[There are already games in the theater, so how can there be less in the Xia Ke Xing? Even if I die, I want a death game! 】
When Yu Jing woke up and saw this message, she simply replied that she didn't have it yet. It successfully made the audience's mentality explode, and they almost went to Tianxuan headquarters to sit down and protest.
"Ancestor, please calm down for a while." The review editor looked like he wanted to die. He almost knelt down to Yu Jing and begged him not to add fuel to the fire.
Everyone knows where Tianxuan's headquarters is, and he is afraid that the angry audience will blow up his workplace.
"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Yu Jing yawned, wearing pajamas and bare feet. He motioned to the review editor to sit on the sofa and ran to pour him a glass of water.
"Tianxuan headquarters has sorted out the express delivery. This is the letter you want to leave."
The review editor pulled a small cart through the door. The neat envelopes were almost as tall as a person. Yu Jing couldn't believe it: "So many?"
The review editor said dryly: "After all, there are more than six thousand letters."
in addition……
"Professional institutions have verified that there is nothing wrong with those medicinal materials and fluorite. Does Director Jing really want to auction them off and then donate them?"
The review editor took out a few pieces of azure fluoride stones from the cart and couldn't help but said: "The appraiser said that these fluoride stones are of high purity and are rare things that can only be found. Do you want to keep them?"
Yu Jing sat opposite the review editor, holding a fluoride stone and tossing it over and over. After playing with it twice, she threw it to him and was caught in a hurry.
"I said, I don't need these," Yu Jing looked calm, without any negative emotions on his face, "For me, this thing is only used to help me sleep."
The review editor sighed inwardly and was not surprised by Yu Jing's answer.
"Several directors have contacted me, hoping to purchase these fluorite stones. The price will definitely not be lower than the market price. Do you want to sell them, Director Jing?"
Yu Jing shook his head: "For this kind of transaction, it is better to go to the official insurance to avoid subsequent trouble. You can send the money directly to the charity organization without going through my hands."
There were a lot of visitors today. After Yu Jing finished speaking, the doorbell rang again, the robot opened the door, and Professor Wen Qibai greeted Yu Jing with some instruments.
Wen Qibai's eyes turned around on the Yingshui Stone, and the lenses blocked the emotion in his eyes: "What are you doing?"
"He came to deliver a letter to me," Yu Jing shrugged, "Those two birds have been much energetic recently. Professor, please go in and take a look."
The review editor had many things to be busy with. After making sure that Yu Jing had no other requests, he quickly stood up and left. Yu Jing leaned against the door of the second bedroom, watching Wen Qibai check the bird's wings.
Perhaps the look on the professor's face was too gentle, so Yu Jing couldn't help but say: "Professor, why does this society use evolved bodies to judge a person?"
Is it important to have mental strength?
Yu Sui'an despised the original owner as a loser because he had no mental power. Those scumbags on the Internet attacked him and also mocked him for not having an evolved body.
The professor who was examining the bird's body made a sudden movement and pulled off a feather. He came back to his senses and rubbed the bird's head quickly, saying in a low voice: "Because everyone has it, but you don't. If the public has no problem, it's you. has a problem."
Yu Jing sneered: "It's a bullshit question."
Wen Qibai smiled softly, looking at the rebellious young man, the smile deepened at the end of his eyes, and his tone was slightly bewitching: "If you can awaken your spiritual power, promote an evolved body, and become like everyone else, Yu Jing, will you do it?" "
Yu Jing blinked and seriously considered this possibility: "It's dispensable. It would be false to say that I'm not curious, but I don't have any urgency. Just like I like cats, it doesn't matter whether I keep them or not."
Wen Qibai was stunned. He didn't expect this kind of answer. He compared the evolved body to a cat or something, making a childish statement.
"Professor, please do your work first. I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face." Yu Jing ran away in his slippers, and his cheerful footsteps proved that he didn't take this topic to heart at all.
"Amazing little guy." Wen Qibai looked at the white wall and fell into memories. The strength in his hands increased unconsciously. He didn't wake up until the bird pecked his finger in pain.
The speed of review and editing was very fast. Yu Jing saw the remittance slip online the next day. The audience was surprised. They calculated the amount in their minds and found that Yu Jing really didn't leave anything behind.
While they lamented that Yu Jing was too honest, they showered him with gifts.
There are also complaints.
[Why don’t you want the Yingshui stone I gave you, but you left thousands of letters! 】
[And my medicinal materials. Do you, Director Jing, discriminate against rich people? 】
The ordinary audience members were proud and had their hands on their hips. If you had the skills, you should write letters, but the mercenaries were furious. They were a bunch of rough guys, but they couldn't write such disgusting letters.
At the closing banquet, Yan Huai drank too much, hugged Yu Jing and cried loudly: "Director, I am obviously the protagonist, and I have more roles than Wen Liang, why does everyone like him!"
The number of fans he gained was not even half of that of Pei Yi. The gap was so big that Yan Huai almost died of anger.
Yu Jing was drinking sparkling wine when Yan Huai, a drunkard, rushed over and splashed the entire glass of orange sparkling wine on Yu Jing's shirt. The young director gritted his teeth and sneered: "Because he is handsomer than you, smarter than you, can play musical instruments, and has a perfect personality. Between a brat and a rich man, anyone with a discerning eye will choose the gentle and elegant young man."
The merciless words stabbed Yan Huai until he almost vomited blood, and ran away with a heart riddled with holes.
With the lesson learned last time, Yu Jing didn't order much wine this time. After the wedding banquet, the young director was waiting for the car on the side of the road. A hover car stopped in front of him, with the window down, and Pei Yi motioned for him to come up.
Yu Jing patted her cheeks and burped, her nose filled with the sweet taste of sparkling wine: "You have relaxed a lot today, and you actually unbuttoned two buttons on your collar."
Pei Yi smiled softly and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his strong arms: "You have good observation skills."
The actor's attitude towards Yu Jing is much more casual. He no longer observes her all the time, but responds like a friend.
Pei Yi's car slowed down in the city center, and Yu Jing looked out the window. A group of young students walked past, wearing knight-errant clothes and sabers hanging on their waists.
The lyre, which made a major appearance in the finale, was warmly welcomed by everyone. Almost four out of ten people had a lyre behind their backs and were dressed in cool clothes.
"Best actor Pei, everyone really likes you and starts to imitate you." Yu Jing joked with a smile.
Pei Yi took the time to take a look: "They like Wen Liang. People on the Internet are begging you to make a second part. Are you interested?"
Yu Jing raised her chin: "I have the final say in my film."
Speaking of this topic, Yu Jing quickly turned on the optical brain, and as expected, everyone on the Internet was complaining.
[I've been wallowing in the comment area for a day, but the bastard director still hasn't appeared. It seems that he really doesn't plan to make a second film. 】
[I saw a lot of Wen Liang and Ge Chenguang while walking on the road today, and I burst into tears. They all looked like them, but they were not them. 】
[I went to the shopping platform and bought some warm peripherals, which rounded it off as a meeting. 】
[Are there any peripherals for Wen Liang’s piano? 】
Seeing that the time was almost up, Yu Jing uploaded several short videos. The audience thought they were highlights, but they did not expect that they were two famous ancient musical instrument masters, Bingshang and Mu Su.
Teacher Bingshang was dressed in a costume from the Tang Dynasty, sitting there with her back straight, holding a pipa in her arms, and played the song "House of Flying Daggers" to bring everyone back to the golden age. Teacher Mu Su, on the other hand, strummed the strings and gave everyone a song of indifference, like meeting a close friend in the mountains and flowing water.
Two pieces of music directly ignited a fire in the hearts of music lovers.
Even though Yu Jing had listened to it countless times, he was still excited and could not calm down for a long time, let alone the interstellar audience.
Sure enough, the original flavor is the best.
[Yu Jing: At 8 o'clock on Tuesday night, a batch of musical instruments will be officially launched, so stay tuned. 】
The audience held the head that was about to explode, their expressions blank.
Thousands of words turned into screams, utter madness.
Chapter 58
Interstellar music production mainly relies on holographic cabins. Professional music producers can use musical instruments, but Yu Jing cannot understand any of those weird-looking instruments.
He has his own filters for Chinese musical instruments. Regardless of making money, these exquisite instruments should not be lost in the river of history due to migration.
Yu Jing attaches great importance to the musical instruments put on the shelves this time, and even invited teachers Shu Chen, Bingshang and Mu Su from New Yunxing to visit the factory for this purpose.
"Uncle Song, have you finished making it?" Yu Jing brought three teachers to the factory and shouted to the busy figure in the distance.
The figure turned around quickly, his eyes bursting with surprise: "Director Jing~~~"
The rough voice had a sticky wavy sound, causing everyone present to stop and look at Yu Jing with strange eyes.
"No, I'm not familiar with him." Yu Jing tried to explain.
Uncle Song ran up to the young director and raised his hands to pick him up. Yu Jing was so frightened that he quickly stepped back to avoid him. She couldn't explain why he really wanted to pick him up.
"Uncle Song, you said the instrument is finished. I'll bring three teachers over to try it out."
The finished instruments are placed on wooden shelves, occupying most of the factory. Yu Jing gave a total of four drawings, namely suona, pipa, flute and ancient xun, and opened three production lines with a total of 4,500 musical instruments.
"Director Jing, I will open two more production lines for you. How about you go shoot the second part of Knight Rider?" A sneaky voice came from behind, trying to 'bribe' the unkind little director, "I can give you the contract Lower the price a bit.”
In front, the three teachers who were checking the timbre of the pipa paused and pretended not to hear, but their ears quietly perked up and the movements of their hands slowed down.
"Of course -" Yu Jing said in a long tone with a smile, "No."
Uncle Song was furious: "If you refuse so quickly, aren't you afraid that I will go on strike?"
Yu Jing was not a vegetarian either. The contract suddenly popped up and she said the exact words back: "The request is too much, aren't you afraid that I will pursue liquidated damages?"
Uncle Song was the main person in charge of the private customization factory introduced by Hua Yingying. He actually tried hand-rolling mechas in a large factory back then. Yu Jing pulled out the contract, and Uncle Song quickly stopped working.
"Cold-blooded, stubborn and unkind..." Uncle Song muttered in a low voice. He let him repeat his thoughts, but Yu Jing just pretended not to hear.
"Teachers, how's the sound?" It's impossible to check all 4,500 musical instruments. They picked them wherever they went.
Shu Chen nodded: "There's no problem with the timbre."
The quality is not inferior to the ancient instruments in Yu Jing's hands. This strange-looking factory manager should not be underestimated.
Now that it was confirmed that there was no problem, Yu Jing felt relieved: "I've worked hard during this period, Uncle Song. I'll treat you to a meal. Thank you to the teachers who traveled all the way to the main star to help me check and fill in the gaps."
Uncle Song still refused to give up: "I don't want to eat, can I change the way of thanking you to the second movie "Xia Ke"?
Yu Jing couldn't laugh or cry. He wasn't joking this time.
He turned to face the person in charge of the factory, his dark almond-shaped eyes full of seriousness: "Uncle Song, the knight's journey is really over. Just like what was said at the end, there is no eternal feast in the world, and the journey will always reach the end. We Just cherish this fate."
If the young director told him jokingly, Uncle Song might still struggle a little, but the serious tone made him understand that Yu Jing would not change his approach because of other people's requests.
He obviously has a cheerful and generous personality and seems to be easy to talk to, but once he makes a decision, he will not change it for anyone.
