Thriller Paradise Chapter 549: The progressive style of love

"He...hehe..." Oscar smiled awkwardly. He winked at the director, intentionally or unintentionally, and wanted Fei Ran to help him out.

But Feiran is indifferent...

"Sigh..." Oscar sighed deeply in his heart. No way, as a professional host, as long as the director doesn’t stop, he has to control the scene and find a way to keep the show going...

Of course, the difficulty of this matter is not very big... After all, Oscar comes from a serious academic class, and finding words and changing topics are the basic skills of the hosting industry. Even if he didn't have a draft or an inscription machine in front of him, just relying on on-the-spot reaction to bullshit... He could continue to say without duplicates for ten minutes.

"Unconsciously, if you spit like this, when the show is broadcast, we will make your photos ugly in the later stage." Oscar quickly let go of the smile on his face, joking This sentence came in his tone.

At this time, Feiran also shot when it was time to do it. He raised his arm and made a gesture, directing the audience to laugh.

That's it... In a "funny" atmosphere, Brother Jue's speech is over. Judging from the stage effect, it's pretty good. Being so full by him... Nightfire's performance just now seemed a bit mediocre.

"General Bandit, just say a few words." Oscar didn't give Jue Ge a chance to speak again. After he finished speaking, he quickly took a few steps and walked to the seat of the fifth player.

"Hello everyone, I am the bandit general." The bandit general raised his right hand and waved at the camera, "I hope everyone will support me as always..." He had a smile on his face, but suddenly he used a bad intention. With his eyes, he glared at his left side, "...I will use my strength to win everyone's applause."

Feng Bujue put his cheeks in his hands, tilted his head to look at each other, and smiled in his heart: "Huh... this seems to have something in the words..." Thinking of this, he also turned his head slightly. He looked to his other side... As a result, Ye Zhihuo also glared back at this side, and immediately showed a disdainful expression and snorted coldly.

"Heh...Is this the rhythm of tearing the face..." Brother Jue shook his head slightly, and said in his heart, "Hey...I really shouldn't have come... The atmosphere here is a bit wrong..."

Feng Bujue's feeling was right. The situation in this resurrection match was very different from the one he participated in earlier... just as Fei Ran said. The show "I'm a Writer" has gone to this day and has gradually deviated from his original intention...

Actually, in the planning stage of the program, the top executives of the TV station were not optimistic about the project, so they only gave a small amount of production funding, and arranged the broadcast time at ten o'clock in the evening every Monday.

In the first and second issues of "I Am a Writer". There were only two first-line writers invited by the program group, and they were all present in friendship. The other five writers are less well-known or outdated writers. On the whole, this show seems to be a case where it is likely to be cut after the trial broadcast...

Unexpectedly... the behind-the-scenes team led by brilliantly fought a beautiful turnaround. With limited funds, they have produced very high-quality works, making "I Am a Writer" a dark horse in the ratings of the quarter.

So, the top of the TV station responded quickly, and they began to increase investment in all aspects. And the broadcast time of the show was put into the weekend prime time.

Soon...Sponsors flocked in, and merchants buying online copyrights were also spending money on bidding. And the writers on the stage are getting bigger and bigger. Basically, as long as the program team invites them, everyone will come. Even if the writer himself does not want to come, the company that has a contract with him will try to cram them in...

Feng Bujue was picked up by several editors behind the scenes when the show was on the rise. After the program team contacted the cultural promotion department of Siri Group, they finally found him level by level. I just felt that my brother was short of money at the time, and as soon as I heard that there was an appearance fee... he just gave up.

But. With the popularity of "I Am a Writer", there has been more and more interference from the top.

TV station executives, sponsors, people with related interests, etc...These people don't know anything professional, but they always make some self-righteous requests. Some of the requirements are made out of commercial considerations, which is reasonable. The main reason is that the funders want to guarantee their own interests. Others are based on the mentality of "I spent the money, I am the uncle", purely wanting to make peace. , Brush up on the sense of presence and IQ.

In short. Since then, the tone of the show has gradually changed...

The original harmonious and polite atmosphere has faded, replaced by a ubiquitous sense of competition...

So, writers like Nightfire, General Bandit. Also came to the show one after another. In fact, according to the core team of the program group, they will not invite this type of writer. But under the eaves, people have to bow their heads... Sponsors don’t know what kind of writers are suitable for this show. All they will do is to open a search engine and search for a few "popular writers" on the Internet. Keywords, and then went to the professionals to give pointers, and thought that they made good suggestions.

Fei Ran's head is also very big, because in almost every episode, he and the behind-the-scenes team have to re-adjust the rules and content of each link to meet the needs of all aspects...

In hindsight, "I'm a Writer" became what it is now...

The writers are no longer here with the attitude of "learning from each other" or "showing oneself", but to "win" and to "due".

On and off stage, on stage and off stage, virtual reality...you can see the scolding wars among fans, the hype of the network navy, and even the writers attacking each other in the body of the work.

Perhaps this corresponds to the sentence-literati are indifferent, since ancient times.

This situation is what business people want to see. What they want to show is conflict and contradiction, and they are moved by hypocrisy in the cruel elimination. By peddling these dramas that can only deceive fools, gain attention and gain profits.

For this, they can strip the literati's last bit of vigor and arrogance without hesitation.

If Feng Bujue had been following this show, he would not come today. At least at this moment, he already felt that...the people who came to this stage had already lost.

Use a phrase often said by Li Yunlong (the protagonist of "The Bright Sword")... Brother Jue, Ye Zhihuo, and the bandit general, can't urinate in a pot.

"Wow, the bandit general is very imposing." Oscar's question continued, and he came to the seat of the fourth player, "You can also say a few words."

It is obviously inappropriate to directly address a girl in her early twenties by the pseudonym "Chain-Saw Rose". Fortunately, she has an English name...

"I'm me..." Meibrow is dressed in black, her forehead bangs cover her eyebrows, and her face is covered with heavy smoky makeup. His pale face was seventy percent like a ghost, and the voice of his speech also revealed complete decadence, "To a bunch of walking dead, I have nothing to say..."

"Well...Is this goth girl originally a second-degree illness..." Feng Bujue turned his head and looked over, and said in his heart. "Speaking like this can be very popular, what kind of mentality are the audiences today..."

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, aware of Brother Jue's gaze, she said this to the latter on the spot.

"Why do you care about the empty eyes of a walking dead..." Feng Bujue wittyly gave an answer that made Zhong Erbing difficult to refute.

"Huh..." A cold snort, and then...she actually took out a cigarette and a lighter from her pants pocket.

"Hey...you two are going against the sky..." The blue veins on Oscar's forehead bulged out, and he spit out fiercely in his heart. "Fuck me, right? You want to **** me! Let's forget about a neurosis. How can I round up the conversation after a show! Why doesn't the director call to stop! Sooner or later, the situation will get out of control! "

Ding——嚓——

I lit a cigarette for myself and spit out lightly. White disgust wafted from her lips with black lipstick, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Oh." As if she had just remembered, she said to Oscar, "Do you mind if I smoke here?"

"You asked for a fart if you were so hooked!" Oscar roared in his heart. But on the surface, he is still composure. "Hehe... light it."

This is not the first time Oscar has dealt with Rose, the chainsaw. According to his experience, it is best to "treat it cold" at this time and just ignore her. If you talk to her, say, "Smoking is harmful to your health" or something, then she will probably answer "My heart is already dead, and this body is just a rotten skin" and other Gothic remarks, which will be worthy of yours. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? There is nothing to say...

"Come on." At this time. Brilliant business came from the headset again. He enthusiastically said on the staff’s dedicated channel, "I have a hunch that this program will become a legend..."

"What kind of plane said..." Oscar's cold sweat came down, and he thought to himself, "Fei, you are also in your forties, don't you feel ashamed to say such a second-year line... …"

"Hmm!" "Good!" "Understood!" "Spelled it!"

Unexpectedly. The personnel of the other units all responded with enthusiasm to the outstanding words, and all of them showed a fighting spirit and raised their spirits.

"I'm going...what kind of people are in this show group!" Oscar said in his heart. "I must resign in the second quarter of next year! Unless they offer me twice the salary... um... or 1.5 times... um... 20% increase can also be considered..."

"So...Next..." Oscar's thoughts did not show on his face at all. He took three steps and two steps before reaching the number three player seat, "Brother Earth, it's your turn."

The reform spring breeze blows the earth (hereinafter referred to as Uncle Dadi) raised his hand to support his black-rimmed glasses: "I hope...today I can live up to my friends who support me."

"Although it is very brief, it is a very sincere statement." Oscar responded, moved a few steps, and turned his face away, "Ya Mucha, what do you want to say to the audience friends?"

"Ah...Actually, I am already very happy to be able to sit here today." Yamucha replied, "I came here with the attitude of learning from the predecessors, but... I also hope to have A good grade."

"Okay, looking forward to your performance." Oscar continued, and then he finally reached the number one position, "Then finally, there are some sodas that we are very familiar with." He paused, then said, " Among the seven players today, soda is the one who stayed the longest in the main race unit. There is no doubt about your strength. At this moment...what do you want to say to the audience friends?"

"I'll come when I receive the notice." Soda shrugged, his mentality of participating in the show is relatively calm, "I just... I hope I can have an outstanding performance today."

"I believe you will." Oscar said.

So far, the warm-up is over, and Oscar is also relieved.

He turned around, returned to the center of the stage, and looked at the camera; "After listening to the players, I don't know the audience friends...who do you think will win tonight? Please send your answer to..." After this is a formulaic monologue. About SMS quiz lottery and advertising.

When it is officially aired, a one or two minute ad will be inserted here.

Oscar finished reading the previous paragraph, paused for a few seconds, changed his posture and expression, and then said, "Welcome back...I am the writer-the night of resurrection."

The music and lights took advantage of the noise.

"Not much gossip, let's enter the first round of the duel..." Oscar raised his arm again. In conjunction with the subtitles on the big screen, "...The pen is written into a chapter."

"Isn't this the same as the last link..." Feng Bujue asked, "Could it be that the rules have changed?"

"Of course, as I said before." Oscar's words matched Jue Ge's guess, "Our rules for this issue will be changed. Please see...the big screen..."

While he was speaking, the complete rules were displayed on the big screen at the scene. The players don't have to look there. There is also a display on the console screen in front of them, which can be seen as long as they lower their heads.

"OK, first of all, let's see what the first ‘keyword’ is." Oscar quickly answered, "Ready...!" He shouted. The words in the middle of the screen begin to scroll at high speed.

When Feng Bujue came last time, dozens of words such as "events, people, animals, scenery" were scrolled on the screen, but this time...the number of random keywords seems to have decreased. Maybe the general audience and even the players didn't notice it. But Feng Bujue realized this with his excellent dynamic vision...

"Stop!" Oscar shouted again after dozens of seconds, and the keyword on the screen suddenly stopped on the word "emotion".

There was immediate agitation in the audience, which seemed to be a very popular keyword.

"Then..." Oscar said to the camera, "According to the new rules. All our players will get a keyword. And this keyword is the same..." He deliberately changed his expression. "That is to say... this time the writing is completed, the seven writers we are present are creating under exactly the same conditions. And the time... is still only seven minutes. Now..." He turned and said, " The first round. Officially started!"

After Oscar said, the second keyword-"time" appeared on the console in front of the players.

"Dear viewers, as we have said over and over again, all the creative aspects of this show. They are recorded in real time, absolutely without any moisture." Oscar began to stereotype the phrase, "Everyone who came to our scene wrote Hands are all creating without the Internet and any auxiliary tools."

Speaking of this, a brilliant voice came from Oscar's headphones, and the director seemed to have some new instructions.

Oscar kept talking, and he had silently written down the instructions in his mind. Then, he naturally followed the words just now and said: "According to the special rules of our resurrection night, this time the writing is completed. , The order in which the articles are published will be ranked according to the completion of each contestant..." He turned back, "Dear writers, teachers, after you are sure that you are done, you can directly click the submit button at the top of the screen, and the system will record what you have completed. Time."

Beep——

Before the voice fell, Jue brother’s console was already ringing...

I saw Feng Bujue resting his head with his hands, leaning on the back of his chair, looking around leisurely. And Ye Zhihuo and General Bandit, who were sitting on both sides of him, were indeed affected by this sudden situation. They both glanced at Brother Jue unconsciously, and they became nervous.

"Uh..." Oscar was stunned for two seconds before chanting, "Oh, we saw, I realized that the player has already completed... His time is only fifty-two seconds, which is incredible..."

Even though there are 10,000 people unwilling in my heart, but out of professional ethics, Oscar still goes to Jue Ge...

The section list is here, and it’s time for the close-up photographer to take the stage. It was the photographer Xiao Wu who came with the camera. He walked to Oscar's side under the direction of the director, and followed him to the contestants' stand~ IndoMTL.com~ When shooting six writers one by one. In addition to the close-up, the camera finally fell on Brother Jue's face.

Oscar also just walked to the seat of the sixth player and said: "Unconsciously, you finished so fast."

"Yes..." Feng Bujue replied weakly.

"Aren't you handing in a blank paper?" Oscar said half-jokingly.

"Do you want to see?" Brother Jue replied.

"Hehe..." Oscar smiled at the camera, "Dear audience, this is the advantage of being a host, let me take a look first..."

Two seconds later, Oscar’s smile froze. What he saw was—"From acquaintance to the present, from indifference to caring, from rejection to dependence, from strangeness to love, from conviction to suspicion, From love to hurt, from dazzling to pale, from staying together to parting, from moving to feeling, from understanding to blame, from expecting to helpless, from ecstasy to sorrow." (To be continued. If you like this work , You are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read.)