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On August 8th, a Sunday afternoon, a certain TV station recorded a variety show in the studio.
Feng Bujue sat in a lounge, waiting for the recording of "I Am a Writer Resurrection Competition" to start.
A few minutes ago, the make-up artist of the program group came in to make a mess of his appearance, and gave him a little haircut, and then left; at this moment, there is still a cameraman in the room. Due to the needs of the recording, unless Brother Jue went to the bathroom, the eldest brother basically had to follow him all the time.
This is also a popular shooting method nowadays, combining variety shows and reality shows, and creating a sense of reality by recording the contrast between "on stage and off stage".
But in fact... don't take it too seriously, things that should be cut out will still be cut out when editing...
Boom—
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in." Feng Bujue responded casually.
It is impossible for him to prevent people from entering, because the door is not locked...
"Hey, don't you realize, are you ready?" A young man wearing a peaked cap walked in. He was wearing ugly overalls, a tablet in his hand, and a tool belt around his waist. People who don't know him will probably mistake him for a production manager, but in fact... this unremarkable uncle is the chief director of the program group—Fei Ran.
"Actually... there is nothing to prepare..." Feng Bujue slumped on the sofa, looked at the director feebly and said, "It would be best if we can make a quick decision."
"Haha..." Feiran smiled, patted the photographer on the shoulder, and gestured for him to turn off the machine.
The latter nodded and stopped the recording.
"I said you..." Feiran took a few steps forward and sat next to Brother Jue, "This is for you to record a show, and it's not a big punishment..." He said, taking out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"
"It's okay." Feng Bujue replied.
Feiran lit a cigarette and took a puff: "By the way, have you seen the results of this online voting?"
"No." Feng Bujue replied immediately.
"Hahaha..." Feiran smiled and took a puff of smoke, "Okay...then let me tell you, your popularity ranks second."
"It doesn't sound good..." Feng Bujue said.
"There is something even more 'bad'." Fei Ran half-jokingly said, "Actually, the one who ranked first in this vote. The number of votes is fake..."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue squinted at the director and said, "I'm a contestant, this kind of thing...you tell me...it's not good."
"Hi... It's an open secret, you just don't know about it." Feiran took another puff of cigarette, then turned to the camera brother who was playing with his mobile phone and said, "Hey. Xiao Wu, you also know about this, right?"
Xiao Wu shrugged: "I know~ that fan and other people's fans have been swearing at each other for half a month, and there are hundreds of posts in a random search on the Internet."
"Look." Feiran immediately looked at Brother Jue again and said, "I don't think so...you are too careless about our show. I won't call you, you probably have already been shortlisted You don’t even know about the Easter match, do you?”
"Yeah... I just prayed silently that I would not appear in the voting results." Feng Bujue continued.
"Hehe... alright." Fei Ran said again. "Anyway, I've told you the situation now, you'd better make some preparations."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked suspicious, "What are you going to do?"
"You think..." Fei Ran said, "You are so popular, but you don't want to win, why don't you do something?"
"Oh... That's right, try to behave a little worse, right?" Feng Bujue replied.
"Yes. But you can't mess around like the last time you came here." Fei Ran said, "I told you last time, if you want to be eliminated, the best way... is to behave mediocre enough."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue responded, thought for a few seconds, and continued, "Let me confirm first..." He turned his head to look at Feiran. "Actually, the winner of this resurrection match... has already been decided..."
Hearing this, Fei Ran was slightly taken aback. He took another puff of cigarette, and after a few seconds he replied, "Fu—why do you ask that?"
"The deduction process is not complicated..." Feng Bujue raised his hands behind his head and replied casually. "Since you know that there is a problem with the number one player in the online betting, but you still let it go... then you must be willing to see such a result. In addition... this episode will not be broadcast until the end of the month, and it should be recorded in the middle of the month, but Now it is suddenly a week earlier... This is probably also a countermeasure to prevent the 'vote manipulation' incident from further fermenting." He looked at Feiran calmly and said, "So I guess... the winner of this resurrection match is already in essence. It's settled. And you, the director... are vaccinating me right now, because you think... I might do something bad."
As soon as these words came out, Fei Ran's expression changed suddenly. For the next thirty seconds, the lounge fell into silence...
Half a minute later, Feiran took a deep breath of the cigarette, then extinguished the end of the cigarette, raised his head and said, "Xiao Wu, you go out first."
The cameraman left without saying a word, and left without forgetting to close the door before going out.
"I don't realize it." Feiran looked at Brother Jue, and said in a deep voice, "You are a smart man, I have something to tell you here, I hope it will not be spread outside this room."
"Yeah, but it's okay to say." Feng Bujue raised Erlang's legs and said in a relaxed tone.
Feiran glanced at Brother Jue again, then lowered his voice and said: "You guessed right, the candidate for promotion this time has already been decided, and it is 'Night Fire' who was voted first on the Internet." He raised his hand and did it. A gesture pointing upwards, "In business, business... some things, even I can't control, and people at the top have the final say... Do you understand?"
"Hmph...Of course." Feng Bujue smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. At this moment, his eyes looked rather disdainful, but he still said politely, "It's completely understandable, it's not easy for you, the director."
Feiran gave a wry smile: "Oh...it's okay." He shook his head, "To be honest...my original intention of making this show was never to make it what it is today. It's a pity..." He hesitated to speak, with a slight expression on his face Showing helplessness, "If everyone was like you, many things in this world might become more pure."
"Everyone is like me, the world is over long ago." Feng Bujue laughed, and he quickly changed the subject, "Okay... I understand everything, Director Fei, don't worry." He patted his chest, "Believe me, I'll be eliminated 'naturally' without any trace of acting..."
Feiran stared at Brother Jue carefully for two seconds: "Hmm... I have serious doubts about this..." RI
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