Thriller Paradise Chapter 547: “Mobilization” before the game

June 8th, a Sunday afternoon, in the catalog studio of a TV station variety festival.

Feng Bujue sat in a lounge, waiting for the recording of "I Am a Writer Resurrection Game" to begin.

A few minutes ago, the makeup artist from the show crew came in to tidy up his appearance, and helped him with his hairstyle a little bit, and then left; at this moment, there is still a cameraman in the room. Out of the need of recording, unless it's Brother Jue going to the bathroom, this eldest brother basically has to follow him all the time.

This is also a popular filming technique nowadays. It combines variety shows with reality shows, and creates a sense of reality by recording the contrast between "on stage and off stage".

But actually...don’t take it too seriously, the things that should be cut will still be cut when editing...

Boom boom——

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Feng Bujue replied casually.

He didn't think it would be possible to let people in, because the door is not locked...

"Hey, don't you realize, are you ready?" A middle-aged man in a peaked cap walked in. He wore a huge ugly work clothes, a tablet computer in his hand, and a tool belt around his waist. People who don't know him, Shiyou** will mistake him for the drama, but in fact... this unbelievable uncle is the chief director of the show team-Fei Ran.

"Actually... there is nothing to prepare..." Feng Bujue sat paralyzed on the sofa and looked at the director feebly, "A quick fight is best."

"Haha..." Feiran smiled, patted the photographer on the shoulder, and made a gesture. Signaled him to turn off the machine.

The latter nodded and stopped recording.

"I said you..." Brilliantly stepped forward. Sitting next to Brother Jue, "This is for you to record the show, and it's not an excessive punishment..." He said, taking out a pack of cigarettes, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"It's okay." Feng Bujue replied.

The cigarette is lit up brilliantly. He took a sip: "By the way, did you see the results of this online voting?"

"No." Feng Bujue replied immediately.

"Hahaha..." Feiran smiled and let out a puff of cigarette, "Okay... Then let me tell you, your popularity ranks second."

"It sounds bad..." Feng Bujue said.

"There are even more ‘bad’ ones." Feiran said half-jokingly, "In fact, the number of votes for the first one in this vote is fake..."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue squinted at the director and said, "I am a player. This kind of thing...you tell me...it's not good."

"Hey... it's an open secret, you don't know it." Feiran took another cigarette, turned to the camera brother who was playing with his mobile phone, and said, "Eh, Xiao Wu, you also do this. You know?"

Xiao Wu shrugged: "I know~ that fan and other people's fans have been scolding the street for half a month. A random search on the Internet has hundreds of posts."

"Look at it." Feiran immediately looked at Brother Jue again, "I don't know...about our show. You don't care too much. If I don't call you, you probably even I don’t know if I have been shortlisted for the Wild Card Games, right?"

"Yes...I just prayed silently that I won't appear in the voting results." Feng Bujue continued.

"Haha... okay." Peiran said again. "Anyway, I have already told you the situation, you better prepare."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked suspicious, "What are you going to prepare?"

"You want to..." said brilliantly, "You are so popular, but you don't want to win. Then can't you do something?"

"Oh...that is, try to behave worse, right?" Feng Bujue replied.

"Yes, but you can't be foolish like when you came last time." said brilliantly, "I told you last time, if you want to be eliminated, the best way...is to be mediocre enough."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue replied, thought for a few more seconds, and then continued, "I'll confirm it first..." He turned his head to look at Fei Ran, "Actually, the winner of this resurrection match... …It’s already been decided..."

Fei Ran was slightly startled when he heard the words. He took another cigarette, and after a few seconds he replied: "Fu-why do you ask?"

"The process of speculation is not complicated..." Feng Bujue raised his hands to pillow his head, and replied casually, "Since you know that the player who voted first on the net has a problem, you still let it go. ... Then I think you would like to see such a result. In addition... This program will not be broadcast until the end of June, which should have been recorded in mid-June, but now it is suddenly a week ahead of time... I am afraid this is also to prevent' Manipulate the voting' event to further ferment the countermeasures." He looked calmly and said, "So I guess... the winner of this resurrection match is essentially fixed. And director, you... right now. I was vaccinated because you think...I might do something bad."

As soon as he said this, his expression changed suddenly. For the next thirty seconds, there was silence in the lounge...

Half a minute later, Feiran took a deep breath of cigarette, then pinched out the cigarette butt, looked up and said: "Xiao Wu, you go out first."

Without a word, the cameraman left wittily, and didn't forget to bring the door before he went out.

"I don't feel it." Fairan looked at Brother Jue, and said in a deep voice, "You are a smart man. I have something to say to you here. I hope it will not spread to places outside this room."

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." Feng Bujue lifted Erlang's legs~IndoMTL.com~ and continued in a relaxed tone.

Fei Ran glanced at Brother Jue again, then lowered his voice and said, "You guessed it right, the candidate for promotion this time has already been decided, and it will be the No. 1 online vote, "Night Fire"." He raised his voice. The hand made a gesture of pointing upwards, "In business, business...some things, even I can't control it, it's up to someone at a higher level to decide...Do you understand?"

"Huh...of course." Feng Bujue raised his mouth and smiled. At this moment, his eyes looked quite disdainful, but his mouth was still very polite and authentic, "It's totally understandable, and it's not easy for you to be the director. "

Fei Ran gave a wry smile: "Oh... it's okay." He shook his head, "To tell the truth... I did not want to make this show the way I am today, but it's a pity..." He wanted The words stopped, his expression was a little helpless, "If everyone is like you, many things in this world may become more pure."

"Everyone is like me, the world is over long ago." Feng Bujue smiled, and he quickly changed the subject, "Okay...I understand everything, Director Fei, don't worry." He slapped his chest, "Trust me, I will definitely be eliminated naturally, leaving no trace of performance..."

Fei Ran stared at Brother Jue for two seconds: "Well...I deeply doubt this..."