"Wait a minute, let me remind you one thing first! Show people don't do this for money."
On the rooftop of the building, Ginny laughed and said from the side, doing her own public relations work:
"If he wants money, he can just sign a contract with a big company. He can get a sky-high signing fee tonight, and it's the 'Oasis Coin' of the main realm."
The main realm is very large, Spread City is located on the continent of "Oasis", and the "Committee"'s sphere of influence is mainly in the Oasis.
Oasis coins are the common currency of all oasis cities, and any currency in a member world like Dongzhou District must be exchanged to spend it there. Big money can be exchanged for small money.
"Yeah." Jiang Meier nodded in response, knowing that this was a fact.
The actors robbed the banknote printing factory. It seems that their actions are their goals. Look at how the banknotes on the ground are being processed...
"Do you think the distribution of wealth in this world is unfair, so you do this to give some money to the people?" she asked again.
"That's your idea." Lei Yue replied, "We just need to find some paper to burn something to eat."
Jiang Meier heard it, it seemed like a joke, but it also seemed like a pun.
She thought about it for a while, and then asked if she had some enlightenment:
"You're saying that hunger is not a metaphysical issue to discuss, but a problem that needs to be solved hands-on, right?"
Lei Yue looked at Lingsha for help. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh inexplicably.
"Meier, just write like that." Ginny encouraged in a low voice, "A dramatist is a man of action."
At the same time, the big man came over with a barbecue fork that smelled like hot food, "Ginny, sausage."
Jiang Meier looked at the young man in black who was laughing nonchalantly and asked again:
"Do you think this will solve the problem?
"Let's just talk about this. The money you distribute has printing and coding records at the banknote printing factory.
"As long as the relevant codes are invalidated, the money will be all fake.
"No matter how much people grab today, they just have a pile of waste paper."
The big guy gave the sausage to Ginny and stood nearby to "eavesdrop". Hearing this, he nodded, yes, that's what happened.
"Ah?" Lei Yue and Lingsha looked at each other, both of them even happier.
Ayasha laughed so much that she almost fell off her skateboard. She did several inversion movements called "Shove It" in succession, jumping around, flipping, flipping, and flipping again...
Over there, Sister Hua had already asked the two of them what they really thought, and her face had already wrinkled into the expression of an old man looking at his cell phone on the subway... Robin Hood is nothing.
At this moment, she saw Jiang Mei'er frown and let out a stiff laugh.
Of course Jiang Mei'er could tell that the laughter of this boy or girl was the kind of laughter that made people succeed in a good show.
It also seems to be laughter that laughs at others and oneself.
"Money will turn into counterfeit money", they know it and they do it on purpose.
This is the highlight of this good show.
Think about the ecstatic people now, even those in the hospital who thought they had picked up life-saving money, but turned around and were told that it was all waste paper.
How mocking and broken this would be...
Suddenly, Jiang Meier felt a little creepy. Was it because the night wind on the rooftop was too strong?
"Whether the money will be real money or fake money is not up to me."
Lei Yue's laughter gradually stopped, and the blackness of the night cast onto his half-shattered face, dragging out a huge and strange shadow that even the neon light couldn't illuminate.
"I am not a philanthropist, nor a Robin Hood, nor a great man who solves poverty and hunger.
"I'm just an actor. I just want to have fun acting and have fun. Everything else has nothing to do with me."
He said, his voice calm.
Jiang Meier stared at her eyes and asked again:
"You mean, this is all a show, and you just want to fool people and let them taste the brokenness of empty joy?
"Or do you want to incite people's hatred and anger?"
She knew that this young man had the power to inspire people with his performances and his plays.
Look at today, in just one day, he has almost turned this city upside down.
It's actually not bad here in Dongzhou. In Spread City, especially around Thorn Street and Tiexian Street, the riots on the streets are still escalating. People's anger and gunfire are turning the night sky into day.
Shooting guns, singing street songs, protesting against the alliance of big companies trying to ban comedians, protesting a lot...
Think about it, when these money are declared to be fake money today, who will people be angry at?
"If the fire can burn so easily, it means the flame has always been there." Lei Yue shrugged, "It has always been there."
Jiang Meier did not comment, but asked:
"Aren't you afraid that under the influence of various factors, people will eventually think that you have deceived them and that it is a showman who is doing evil?
"In fact, there are voices from all sides criticizing you for your actions today. What do you think?"
Lei Yue suddenly smiled again, making the purple scars on his face twist into knots.
Those coffin-like boxes in his heart were still there, but they were all opened and released. Occasionally, his heart wandered through them like a ghost.
He looked at the people passing each other in the square below and said:
"I no longer care about other people's opinions. It doesn't matter who says I am a madman or a hero.
"But if anyone says that I want to fool the public, hahahaha!"
Lei Yue shook his head with a smile and said:
"Reporter Jiang, of course there are people who fool the public, but it's not me.
“Many people have indeed been fooled so much that it is ridiculous and absurd...
“Hunger is a problem that needs to be solved, but why, why are we always hungry! Where does our food go?
"Then it's not a problem that a few banknotes can solve.
"There are many things more valuable and important than a few banknotes. Anger is one of them. It can make the world as beautiful as fireworks."
Lei Yue looked at the dense crowd and said happily:
"It doesn't matter whether these banknotes are real or fake. If they have the function you mentioned and can make people angry, then I can be considered a good show.
"You know, they forgot how to be angry."
The weirdo was sitting on the billboard below, with flesh and blood falling out, and a strange voice came from:
"You talk too much. Do you care about this world so much? These people have never cared about you."
Lei Yue stopped talking, mother-in-law, Professor Wang's words flashed and then disappeared...
"There are still some." He whispered, "Not much, but there are still some."
"Ah..." Ginny stared slightly, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing, just eating sausages and drinking beer.
Sister Hua covered her forehead and walked aside. I have to say that Xingbao sometimes speaks quite reasonably, regarding the good news.
Many people have been fooled... This guy is so sharp, he may have attracted people's disgust and attack.
Even if it’s the truth, you can’t tell it!
Fortunately, there is also the sentence "There are still some", which can make fans think that it refers to themselves.
Fans will think that good actors are good enough, but such good actors are also turning many innocent passers-by into scumbags.
At the same time, Ayasha took off with the help of the pile of banknotes on her skateboard. She started flying out and leaped in the dark night.
"Beautiful!" she exclaimed, not sure if she was praising herself or someone else.
Jiang Meier maintained a calm face, and all these words of the showman were recorded by the microphone and will become part of the interview transcript.
"Some people say you are cynical, extreme, and aggressive towards society. What do you think?"
She asked again. In some ways, the words and deeds of comedians fit these definitions.
This rotten-faced boy now reminded her of a punctured balloon, with a loud bang and red blood spurting out.
"It's an award, but it's not enough, it's not enough..."
Lei Yue smiled and turned to look at the flock of crows soaring and dancing in the dark night. They flew so freely, scattering money and their falling black feathers to the earth.
But the friend on the left shoulder still stood tall and refused to fly away for even a moment. It was obviously the biggest crow.
He knew that it was suppressing HATE, and its sign language was clearly telling him to calm down.
"Yes, the drama you performed today was lively enough." The weirdo's voice came again, "But it's just a fool's play, but it's not sublime enough."
"Yes, I don't deny it. I will probably do more fool's plays, carnivals, and fun shows. Ayasha and I had a good time."
Lei Yue said softly:
"But I also agree that it should not be just a fool's play, nor just a crazy pas de deux...
"As long as you are an audience, you should receive a sublime performance! The kind of performance that can shock their numb soul.
"These people, they haven't seen it yet...but they will see something that will really shock them..."
Jiang Mei'er saw that this young man suddenly started to speak erratically, and was wondering how to continue asking questions.
Suddenly, she saw the showman pull hard on her abdomen, and a circle of bloody intestines was pulled out.
Jiang Mei'er's eyes widened, and the other party had already thrown her hand wildly.
Like a trap, one end of the intestine was wrapped around her neck, and the other end was still in the showman's belly. The loop of intestines was stretched tight, dripping with blood and flesh.
"Ah..." Jiang Mei'er was horrified. This kind of terrifying and rough horror was completely different from the previous one. She immediately felt slightly numb all over.
She took a deep breath from the night wind to prevent her feet from shaking or screaming.
She had heard a saying: "When you face your fears, you can see through a person's true nature."
As a professional reporter, Jiang Meier tried her best to stay calm, looking at the boy in black who was smiling slyly, and listening to the Ye Mist Girl over there laughing again.
"Is this your alien ability?" she asked.
"This is my intestine." Lei Yue said, "If you are interested, I will cut a section and bake it for you."
"No, I'm not hungry..." Jiang Mei'er's voice still trembled slightly, "Can I take it off?"
Suddenly, like a spring device, this section of intestine was untied from her neck and bounced back towards the showman's abdomen.
This was not a simple mental hallucination, she could feel her neck being wet and the remaining blood falling.
"It's just some intestines." Lei Yue showed that scary smile and looked directly into the reporter's frightened eyes:
"Every negative choice, every draw, and every positive choice.
"We all have it, but none of us have seen it, and we should have seen it.
"These intestines are the really interesting things."
Jiang Meier vaguely understood what he meant, and her heart couldn't help but feel even colder.
Today I just throw money away, but what about tomorrow?
Spreading intestines, or something?
If you use "madman" to describe a good actor, it doesn't seem to be an exaggeration.
But he is not just that, his performance is not only crazy, and his remarks are not limited to that...
[Undefinable] This is still her current comment.
"Is this what you want to say to the world?" Jiang Meier asked.
Lei Yue turned around, smiled and looked at the crows flying in the dark night, the huge city with shining neon lights, and the expanding cities, like people in the tide, and said:
"On this world stage, I only have one sentence: The good show is yet to come."