Fang Shan rolled his eyes and saw that he was making a bad idea.
Wei Sushen's expression didn't change much: "Why waste your time on her?"
Fang Shan pursed his thin lips: "Fighting with others is endless fun."
Wei Sushen got up and bought a bottle of mineral water to wash away the spicy taste of instant noodles: "Chen Bingying is not worth spending too much time."
Fang Shan tilted his head and looked at him: "What does the host find interesting?"
Wei Sushen: "Complete the mission."
“…”
"anything else?"
Wei Sushen: "Go back to the company to handle business."
Fang Shan was uncharacteristically silent.
As courtesy, Wei Sushen asked him the same question.
Fang Shan answered simply: "Smell the wine, taste the wine, drink."
A workaholic and a workaholic are like irreconcilable contradictory parties.
Wei Sushen lowered his eyes: "I'll treat you to a drink, and you'll treat me to work. It's the best of both worlds."
Fang Shan thought carefully and nodded: "That makes sense."
But why does it sound so awkward
"But the host must think carefully. There are no shortcuts to this daily task."
Daily tasks are usually set up based on their income in the plane, such as "Puppetry" and sex toys, which may sound unrelated, but are actually inextricably related. However, nothing was gained from the last world, and there is no trace of what will be released.
Wei Sushen nodded.
Fang Shan sighed softly and watched with regret as Chen Bingying and the man walked further and further away: "That's all, she is restless and will definitely cause trouble in the near future. As the host said, she should be the spice of life. .”
After a pause, he continued: "Completing missions is like a lottery in a game. Luck is very involved. Our luck has not been very good recently."
Wei Sushen did not deny that it was not just bad, it was truly unlucky.
Fang Shan thought for a while: "Life requires a sense of ritual. This time I have to be well prepared."
In the evening, the two unlucky ghosts burned incense and bathed, bowed to the north, and only ate some fruits for dinner.
The little fat man sat aside, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and wondered: "Losing weight?"
Fang Shan shook his head: "Transfer."
The little fat man's keen sense of smell allowed him to smell the scent of incense on them. He frowned and reminded seriously: "A non-chief is a non-chief, and he will never become the emperor of Europe."
Fang Shan was calm and composed: "A negative makes a positive."
Together with Wei Sushen, he should be able to achieve a reversal.
The little fat man lowered his head, concealing the sarcasm in his eyes, because of their ability to harm the people, let alone God's blessing, it would be considered merciful not to be struck by lightning.
Fang Shan asked Aunt Zhang to help and set up a small temporary altar on the lawn. Fortunately, Wei Ye was not at home, so he allowed such nonsense.
Wei Sushen thought it was ridiculous, but did not stop him.
Jiang Meiling did not return from shopping with her best friend, leaving the little fat man shivering alone, shaking his fat body, and kept muttering: "Feudal superstition kills people!"
Fang Shan put on the incense stick religiously and looked back at Wei Sushen. With an attitude of trusting others, Wei Sushen stepped forward, took the incense he had lit, and lit a stick.
The light ash of incense was blown onto his sleeves by the wind. Smelling the smell, Fang Shan felt relieved and whispered: "We can start."
Wei Sushen closed his eyes, chose to accept the assignment on the task column in his mind, and soon received the long-awaited notification sound.
Mission: The brightest star.
Note: The world is running busily, and how many people are groping in pain, sinking and sinking in the dark, frustrated! Let them listen to you, use the charm of language to infect them and awaken them! +
Wei Sushen clicked on the '+' and a more detailed introduction appeared: Be an excellent speaker and have a cumulative fan base of 500,000. Special note: Zombie fans will be automatically eliminated during judgment. Please also hold ten large-scale lectures with an attendance rate of 98% within a year.
The wind blew out the half-burned incense. Wei Sushen and Fang Shan's eyes met in mid-air. Fang Shan was the first to speak, with a lot of uncertainty in his tone: "... has it changed?"
Not to mention anything else, the daily tasks were given clear conditions for completion when they were handed down. Most of the previous tasks were done by oneself.
Wei Sushen stared at Fang Shan closely with a scrutinizing gaze.
"What is the host's look like?" Fang Shan's heart skipped a beat: "I swear I have never accepted the unspoken rules of other systems."
The two African chiefs were lucky. Their first reaction was to question each other, and then they suspected that there might be a bigger conspiracy waiting behind them.
Fang Shan shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This mission has a time limit, and it is not easy to complete."
However, harm comes from contrast, and happiness also comes from contrast.
With lessons learned from the past, this time the task distribution system can almost rank among the ranks of little angels.
After the brief happiness ended, Wei Sushen suddenly frowned. Almost at the same time, Fang Shan's expression changed slightly: "Wait, speaker?"
Doesn't this mean that the host has to show his face
Combined with Wei Sushen's silent character, the seemingly normal task seems a bit strange.
Wei Sushen considered the same issue, but did not show similar concerns.
Fang Shan touched his forehead to make sure he wasn't burning.
Wei Sushen really doesn't like speeches. In his opinion, they contain a lot of sensational and exaggerated elements.
But apart from the exaggerated aspect, no one can deny its role. The power of language can directly hit people's hearts.
Confirming that Wei Sushen could bear it mentally, Fang Shan smiled and pursed his lips: "Looking on the bright side, the host's heroic rescue last time has laid a good foundation."
Wei Sushen's eyes were blank for a moment, as if he was searching for memories.
Fang Shan helped him remember: "As long as everyone gives a little love..."
With his eyes moving, Wei Sushen shook his head to tell him to stop talking.
It is hard to look back on the past, but it was also a record created by himself. When Wei Sushen tried his best to discard this memory, Fang Shan said: "I was contacted by many TV stations before, and there seems to be a speech program among them."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly and said that he would let Arthur contact him as soon as possible.
Fang Shan was surprised: "With all due respect, this is not like your style."
Being willing to appear on TV and give a speech is a fantasy in a host.
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Because I am not alone."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows, thinking about the deeper meaning.
Wei Sushen: "Every move I make will be related to the Wei family."
Fang Shan blinked and automatically imagined an epic picture. Anyone from the Wei family will be questioned when they meet acquaintances in the future -
"Your son is on TV."
"Is that speaker the other day your nephew?"
"He actually has this unique insight."
“…”
Thinking of what Wei Sushen's relatives might have gone through, Fang Shan felt sad for the strangers he had never met.
The two talked and walked back. The little fat man quickly asked the housekeeper to remove the altar. During this period, he said very sadly: "Why don't you stop my brother?"
The butler calmly cleaned up the mess: "The young master must have his intention in doing this."
The little fat man couldn't help but ask one more question: "If I were to set up the altar today..."
The butler looked solemn: "I must have been deceived. I will report it to sir."
If the situation is serious, call the police.
fatty:"… "
After successfully getting the mission, Fang Shan returned to the room and started checking the previous invitations before Wei Sushen asked Arthur to make any move, and soon found a program called "Supernatural Speaker" among them.
"It's been a while, I don't know if it still counts?"
Wei Sushen was reading a book to pass the time and said without raising his head: "It's not in the way, you can throw money at it."
After taking care of too many slum hosts, Fang Shan felt his heart beat twice quickly when he suddenly met such a wealthy person.
After all, it was made into an emoticon, and Wei Sushen is still very popular on the Internet. The program team welcomed him to join, informed him of the rehearsal time, and asked him to prepare in advance.
According to the director's wish, there was originally an interview, but Wei Sushen refused. Although he doesn't mind participating in the show, he doesn't want to waste too much time on this kind of thing.
Considering Wei Sushen's status, he can create topics in advance. The director suppresses his opinions and only makes a few requests. The speech must be written in advance.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Sushen looked at Fang Shan with a deep look.
In terms of ability to talk, he is second in terms of system, and no one dares to rank first.
Fang Shan held down his twitching eyelids and said, "This is equivalent to asking someone else to do your homework for you. It's very bad in nature."
Wei Sushen exposed it coldly: "Stop pretending."
Fang Shan jumped for joy with a light in his eyes, but he quickly put it out, coughed and said: "Since the host sincerely requests it, leave this kind of deception to me."
Wei Sushen was lying on the bed before midnight, and Fang Shan sat alone at the desk, turning on the night light to finish writing.
The keyboard was too noisy. He wrote directly with a pen, and the sound of writing was very soft. However, it still had some impact on Wei Sushen, who was a light sleeper.
Looking at the back of Wei Sushen who was busy writing, the corners of Wei Sushen's lips curved slightly. The quiet system was like a painting, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.
Fang Shan is already an expert on how to make a speech full of passion. The next morning, he held the manuscript in his hand and asked for credit: "Take a look."
Wei Sushen shook his head: "Let's talk before the rehearsal."
He has a very good memory, not quite a photographic memory, but close enough.
Of course, the most critical reason is that I am afraid of being brainwashed by watching it in advance.
"The Super Speaker" is the latest program launched. Compared with the old variety shows, although it did not have an audience base at the beginning, it is more fresh.
The rehearsal was scheduled for Thursday. When Wei Sushen arrived, the director was training people. The young man who kept admitting his mistakes saw someone approaching and felt like he was being pardoned: "Director Zhao, someone seems to be looking for him."
Wei Sushen's photo went viral on the Internet before, and the director recognized it immediately, showing a sincere smile... He looks good in person, and he will be popular with the audience at a glance.
"Have you brought the manuscript?"
Wei Sushen nodded, and Fang Shan handed him the document bag.
The director glanced at Fang Shan with surprise in his eyes: "This is..."
Wei Sushen: "Friend."
The director half-joked: "If he wants to develop in the industry, it is estimated that many young talents will have to give way."
Without saying a few words, his attention was quickly attracted by the manuscript. His eyes seemed to be glued to the speech. For a long time, the look he looked at Wei Sushen went from weird to indescribably complicated.
"You will be popular." After so many years as a director, this was the first time he made a prediction with such certainty: "It will turn purple."
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