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When Clam Erles heard Brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Hehe... it sounds like you are very confident, Stephen." He paused, glanced at the floating camera next to him calmly, and then said again, "But... your request does not meet the rules of the competition..."
"What does that matter?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "According to the normal process, it should be 'every time you receive a challenge, you can receive an item', right?"
Although Brother Jue didn't know the complete rules of the game, he roughly guessed it based on the information he knew.
"That's right." Clam Erles replied, and his answer also confirmed Brother Jue's speculation.
"Then..." Feng Bujue continued, "What's wrong with my request now?" He spread his hands, "I didn't ask you to give me all five items in one go... All I want is a challenge " He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone, "The idea of your program group is nothing more than... let the contestants listen to the content of a challenge first, and then choose an item to complete...that is, 'choose one by one' Setting." He showed a confident expression, "And I... as long as I get one item, I can do five challenges. Objectively speaking... this is not an excessive requirement, but a kind of concession, isn't it ?”
"Hehe...you are very good at talking, Stephen." Clam Erles replied with a smile without thinking much, "but you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and put it on the ground, "First of all, I don't need you to come Tell me... what is the 'ideology of our program group'." He raised his palm up, making some gestures in line with the words, "Secondly, your request is not a 'concession'. In fact, that It is a very effective means of obtaining information... I think you are clear about this in your heart." He shook his head lightly, "Third... such a request is obviously different from the rules, even if I have no objection, nor have the right to…”
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Just at this moment, the walkie-talkie on Clams rang.
"Bell, can you hear me? I'm not deaf yet, please call back immediately." A non-deaf voice came from the phone.
Clams immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "I'm Bell, please say."
"Go a few steps forward, stand together with Mr. Tan, and hold the walkie-talkie between the two of you." Huanhui replied deafly.
Clams didn't answer, he just looked up, glanced at the camera beside him, and then did as the director said.
About five seconds later, Clams stood one meter in front of Jue Ge, and raised the walkie-talkie to shoulder height (his own shoulders, not Feng Bujue's).
"Mr. Tan, can you hear me clearly?" At this time, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie who was not deaf said again.
"Yes, very clear." Feng Bujue replied.
While responding, Brother Jue was also thinking about the other party's identity and purpose in his mind.
"I'm the chief director and I'm not deaf. We met once before the game, remember?" He said again.
"Hmm..." For the sake of caution, Feng Bujue chose to respond speciously. Neither admit nor deny...
After all, it was "Stephen Tan" who had never been deaf before, not Feng Bujue at the moment. Brother Jue didn't know which song he was singing now.
"Bell, can you hear it too?" Wei Huan did not have any doubts about Brother Jue's answer, so he took advantage of the situation and said something to Bell.
"I can hear you," Clam Erles replied.
"Okay...then, I'll cut to the chase..." still deaf, "first of all... the conversation between the three of us at this moment will not be recorded. So, let me just say it...Mr. Carbon, I want you to lose."
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed and his tone sank.
"Don't get excited, just listen to me." He continued, "Mr. Carbon, your previous performance was very good, even if you set aside those crazy performances to confuse us... your other abilities are all previous years The highest level." He changed the topic, "Therefore, you must lose."
If someone else heard this, they would definitely ask - "Why?"
But Feng Bujue didn't ask, because he had already thought of a conclusion: "Oh... the so-called 'the strong wins' principle, right?"
"Ha! It turns out that you also understand this." Wei Wei smiled and continued, "Mr. Tan, it seems that you are also very proficient in the skills of our industry... I will definitely cooperate with you in the future."
"Ah... I've also watched some reality shows, and I've seen through your tricks a long time ago." Feng Bujue said weakly, "Besides 'balance', there is another way... the strongest one must not Win. Regardless of cooking, singing, dancing, make-up, survival in the wild... In short, the one who wins the championship in the end is definitely not the strongest one. This way of doing it... makes the show suspenseful and interesting, and conveys in the subconscious mind 'not strong' The notion that people win, and the winners are stronger, seems like there's something positive about it. But to put it bluntly... it's just a dirty deal that stinks of money.”
"Mr. Tan..." After listening to Brother Jue's words, his tone changed slightly, "You..." Suddenly, he raised his voice, "...It's great that you understand us! Hahahaha!" He actually laughed Get up, "Since that's the case, you should have guessed what I'm going to tell you next, right?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue also smiled, and he cast a "you understand" expression towards the camera, and then said, "Let's talk... the content of our 'deal'..."
...
The conversation was divided into two parts. After more than ten minutes, the other side of the island...
At this time, Gray Beard was standing by the railing of the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.
The cup he brushes his teeth with is a special cup with the handle on the top so he can hook it up with a hook...
His towel is also specially designed, much like the kind of mop that can be wrung dry by rotating the handle, as long as one hand and one hook cooperate, the water can be wrung dry.
"Captain, Tom and the others are back." A crew member's report interrupted Graybeard's washing.
The gray beard spit out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew the foam on his beard: "Fu-what are you doing? Why are you so fast?"
Before he finished speaking, he limped towards the other side of the deck.
From a distance, the gray beard saw Tom's figure, and he immediately yelled: "Asshole! You came back after just a shit? Are you kidding me?"
"Don't dare..." Tom hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, and replied with a look of panic, "Captain...you listen to my explanation."
"Quickly tell me, what's going on..." Graybeard froze for a moment when he said this, because he found that there was a person sitting behind Tom and the other crew members who were going to investigate...
It was a white man who looked about thirty years old, with brown eyes and brown hair, long hair and beard, and was wearing a retro-style suit.
"Who is this hippie?" Gray Beard asked as he walked up to Tom, squinting at the stranger sitting on the deck.
"Report to the captain, this is a prisoner I caught in the woods by the beach." Tom replied.
"Captive?" Greybeard walked up to Lipu suspiciously, looked at the latter and asked, "Boy, what are you doing? Why did you appear on this island?"
"Huh?" Lipus sat on the ground like a puddle of mud, and replied lazily, "I still want to ask you? What are you doing? Are you a trick arranged by the program group? Why did you bring me here forcibly?" Submarine coming up?" While speaking, he looked the gray beard up and down, and then he actually laughed, "Heh... dude, who designed your look? The clothes and appearance are all trash. ...Also, how long has it been since you directors watched a pirate movie? These days, pirate captains usually look for handsome men with decadent appearance but elegant temperament. How can you find a... er... not for you... how Can you find such a rough uncle to play?"
When he finished speaking, everyone on the deck... stopped.
For a while, people can only hear the sound of the sea breeze.
It took a full minute for Graybeard to recover and realize that there was nothing wrong with his ears.
So, smiling back from his anger, he asked Lipu a question kindly: "Brother, what's your name?" RS
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