The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 465: Director’s Group 183: Oh no, we have to cut here today! (Second update)_3
 

They also carefully avoided Bai Lian, because Bai Lian was a high school student and couldn’t just be filmed at random.

Behind them, the director took his gaze off Wang Youfeng and spoke to Sister Xin and the others, “This Bai student has so many friends, it feels like the whole street knows her.”

There just weren’t any funny moments, the evening’s outing was indeed a bit boring.

But fortunately, they had managed to film something that morning, enough for them to edit.

**

As they chatted, they arrived at Qingshui Bridge.

Qingshui Bridge wasn’t very long, arched, and very impressive, sticking out like a sore thumb in contrast to the rest of Purest Street.

At six o’clock, the lights on the bridge were turned on, and the sudden sight of such a bridge startled everyone from the crew.

Reaching the middle of the bridge, they could see the roadblock set up at the end of the bridge and the towering sign.

Moving forward, the words “Backter Street” came into view for everyone.

The director looked at the people patrolling back and forth in black clothes, aghast, and tilted his head, “Sister Xin, Sister Xin, what is this…?”

Sister Xin: “…”

Great, the director saw a Sister Xin who again knew nothing.

In front of them, Yan Lu and Mei Yi were still under the camera, and although shocked, both were well-trained actors, trying their best to keep their expressions normal.

“It seems even Yan Lu doesn’t know about this place, have you been here before?” Mei Yi asked Bai Lian as he looked down.

He was tall and had long legs, a refined gentleman, very well-known as an unassuming guy in the circles.

Bai Lian, holding her phone, had already seen Xiaowu talking to someone; she explained, “To get to the fight club you have to go through here.”

By the time she finished speaking, Xiaowu had already seen them, and he hurried out, “Sis.”

Then he grinned at Yan Lu and the others, “Are you taking them in?”

“Yes,” Bai Lian lazily instructed. Although Backter Street often saw fights and brawls, no one dared bother the people from the bar and the auction house, “Call me if there’s any trouble.”

With his striking red hair, Xiaowu assured her, “Don’t worry.”

As the two talked, the crew nearby was silent, not daring to utter a word.

Xiaowu had already prepared access passes for five people ahead of time.

He asked the five people to come out and enter with him.

These five were Yan Lu, Mei Yi, the director, and two cameramen.

The director stiffly followed Xiaowu, and suddenly one of the staff members remembered something, “Director, didn’t you say you’d bribe them to let us all in…?”

Director: “…”

Annoying, what’s with all this bribing?

Do you think you’re the only one who can talk?

After watching them go in, Bai Lian slightly turned her body and lifted her chin toward Sister Xin, “Do you want to wait here or go back?”

Sister Xin snapped out of her daze and replied, “Let’s, let’s go back.”

Inside.

The director was flanked by two cameramen, who dared not record the show at this time, and quietly set down their cameras, nervously following Xiaowu inside.

These were people recommended by Bai Lian, so Xiaowu was very polite to them.

The group passed the checkpoint and saw the vast Backter Street and the Qinglong Bar directly ahead.

Xiaowu enthusiastically explained Backter Street to Yan Lu and Mei Yi, and seeing that the two cameramen hadn’t started recording yet, he scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, “Aren’t you here to record a show? Go on, record, it’s fine.”

As he spoke, the cameramen, including Yan Lu and the director, noticed a towering hulk of a man passing by with gun holsters strapped to both knees —

The cameramen who had just nervously lifted their cameras put them down again.

The director looked stiffly at Yan Lu; he was going to lose it, what kind of place was this?

Did Mei not mention this kind of situation?

They’re not going to cancel here today, right?n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om