On June 8th, a Sunday afternoon, a variety show on a certain TV station was filmed in the studio.
Feng Bujue was sitting in a lounge, waiting for the recording of "I Am a Writer Resurrection Competition" to begin.
A few minutes ago, the makeup artist from the program team came in to tidy up his appearance, fixed his hair a little, and then left. At this moment, there was still a cameraman left in the room. For the purpose of recording,
Unless Brother Jue goes to the toilet, the 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 in fact... don't take it too seriously. Things that should be cut will still be cut during editing...
Dong Dong——
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Please come in." Feng Bujue responded casually.
It was impossible for him to prevent people from entering because the door was unlocked...
"Hey, are you ready?" A middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap walked in. He was wearing a pair of ugly work clothes, holding a tablet computer in his hand, and a cord tied around his waist.
Tool belt. People who don't know him will most likely mistake him for the stage manager, but in fact... this unassuming uncle is the chief director of the program group - Fei Ran.
"Actually... there is nothing to prepare..." Feng Bujue slumped on the sofa and looked at the director weakly and said, "It would be best if we can fight quickly."
"Haha..." Feiran smiled, patted the photographer on the shoulder, and gestured to him to turn off the machine.
The latter nodded and stopped recording.
"I'm talking about 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 severe punishment..." He said and took out a pack of cigarettes. "I
Do you mind if you have a smoke?"
"It's okay." Feng Bujue responded.
Feiran lit up the cigarette and took a puff: "By the way, have you seen the results of this online voting?"
"No." Feng Bujue replied immediately.
"Hahaha..." Feiran blew out a puff of smoke with a smile, "Okay...then let me tell you, your popularity ranks second."
"It sounds very bad..." Feng Bujue muttered.
"There is something even more 'bad'." Fei Ran said half-jokingly, "In fact, the number of votes for the person who ranked first in this vote was fake..."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue squinted at the director and said, "I'm a player, so if you tell me this kind of thing... it's not very good."
"Hey... it's an open secret, you just don't know it." Feiran took another puff of cigarette, turned to the cameraman who was playing with his mobile phone and said, "Hey, Xiao Wu, you know this too, right?
"
Xiao Wu shrugged: "I know~ That fan and other people's fans have been yelling at each other for half a month. Just search the Internet and there will be hundreds of posts."
"Look." Feiran immediately looked at Brother Jue and said, "I don't know...you are too careless about our program. If I don't call you, you probably won't even know that you have been shortlisted."
You don’t even know about the Easter match, right?”
"Yeah... I just prayed silently that I would not appear in the voting results." Feng Bujue continued.
"Haha...Okay." Feiran said again. "Anyway, I have told you the situation now. You'd better make some preparations."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked suspicious, "What are you preparing for?"
"Think about it..." Fei Ran said, "You are so popular, but you don't want to win, so why don't you do something?"
"Oh...just try to behave a little worse, right?" Feng Bujue replied.
"Yes. But you can't mess around like you did when you came last time." 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 then continued, "Let me confirm first..." He turned to look at Feiran. "Actually, the winner of this resurrection competition... has already been decided.
Come on..."
When Fei Ran heard this, he was slightly startled. He took another puff of cigarette, and after a few seconds he replied: "Uh-why do you ask that?"
"The process of speculation is not complicated..." Feng Bujue raised his hands and put them behind his head, and replied casually. "Since you know clearly that the top player in online betting has a problem, but you still let it go... then
You must also be willing to see such a result. In addition... this program will not be broadcast until the end of June. It was supposed to be recorded in mid-June, but now it is suddenly moved a week earlier... This is probably also to prevent 'voting manipulation'
What measures should be taken to prevent the incident from further fermenting?" He looked at Fei Ran calmly and said, "So I guess... the winner of this resurrection competition has essentially been determined. And director you... are giving me the answer right now.
Get vaccinated because you think... I might do something bad."
As soon as these words came out, Fei Ran's expression suddenly changed. For the next thirty seconds, the rest room fell into silence...
Half a minute later, Feiran took a deep drag on his cigarette, then put out the cigarette butt, raised his head and said, "Xiao Wu, please go out first."
The cameraman left without saying a word, and left without forgetting to close the door before going out.
"I don't know." Feiran looked at Brother Jue and said in a deep voice, "You are a smart man. I have told you some things here. I hope they won't spread outside this room."
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." Feng Bujue crossed his legs and answered in a relaxed tone.
Feiran glanced at Brother Jue again, then lowered his voice and said: "You are right, the candidate for promotion has been decided a long time ago, and it is the 'Fire of Night' who won the first place in the online voting." He raised his hand and did it.
Pointing upward, "In business... there are some things that even I can't control, and people at a higher level have the final say... Do you understand?"
"Humph... of course." Feng Bujue raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. At this moment, his eyes looked quite disdainful, but he still said politely, "It's completely understandable. It's not easy for you, director."
Feiran smiled bitterly: "Ha... not bad." He shook his head, "To be honest... my original intention of doing this show was never to make it what it is today. It's a pity..." He hesitated to speak.
, with a slightly helpless expression, "If everyone were like you, many things in this world might become purer."
"Everyone is like me, and the world would have been over a long time ago." Feng Bujue smiled and quickly changed the subject, "Okay... I understand everything, Director Fei, don't worry." He patted his chest.
, "Believe me, I will definitely be eliminated 'naturally' without leaving any trace of performance..."
Feiran stared at Brother Jue for two seconds: "Well... I deeply doubt this..."
