"Wait a minute, who is this Barubai? How do you know Guo Dong?"
The cheers of the crowd had just started when they were suddenly stopped by an executive deputy director who was accompanying the program team: "And have you forgotten that we are a poor travel show? How dare you rent an RV? Can this show still be filmed?
Already?"
Guo Dong squinted his eyes and looked at the accompanying assistant director who asked: "Are you questioning the fact that I arranged for people to be deceitful in advance?"
Although Guo Dong did do this, it was Gao Yao who arrived one step ahead of them and spent a lot of money on the previous cafeteria, in order to provide Guo Dong with the first fund in an honest and fair manner.
But there are some things that you can't say but can do. The more this happens, the tougher Guo Dong's tone becomes.
Moreover, the other party's tone made him very unhappy, especially the obvious hostility in the other party's eyes, which made it impossible for him to lower his head and admit his mistake.
"I can't help but question you. What happened today was too much of a coincidence."
I was hungry, so I happened to turn left when I went out and found a buffet where I could eat to my heart's content.
I had no money, but by chance I got money while eating at the buffet.
There was a problem with renting a car, but Guo Dong made the call so smoothly. In just three or two sentences, he got a RV and a driver who was proficient in Chinese and local Portuguese.
With so many coincidences and smooth sailings, the people on the program team couldn't help but doubt it.
in particular……
"And if we remember correctly, you are currently using the mobile phone used by the program crew, and there is no record of your original friend's mobile phone number."
Guo Dong sneered and shrugged: "Okay, your guess is very reasonable."
The executive deputy director pushed up his glasses and was about to continue questioning or even scolding, when Guo Dong threw his phone over: "Since you are so suspicious, just call me and cancel it."
"Very good, it seems you are very cooperative."
The tone became stiffer and stiffer, and the atmosphere became more and more gunpowder-filled. Lao Hu and others only frowned, and looked at the executive deputy director with dissatisfaction.
"Cooperate, of course I will cooperate."
Contrary to them, Guo Dong, as the person being targeted, was not only not angry, but also smiled as he watched the executive deputy director dial the phone and told the other party to cancel everything he had just agreed upon: "But I hope you will do it later."
Cooperate with my friend."
The executive assistant director frowned: "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting."
Guo Dong sat back on the sofa, twisted his butt to find a comfortable position, reached for a bottle of beer, and didn't use the cap opener. He just flicked the bottle cap and a section of the bottle mouth off, and drank slightly.
One mouthful: "You seemed to have asked me just now who this friend of mine is."
Guo Dong pointed his wine bottle at the accompanying director in the distance and made a toast gesture: "This friend of mine has a bad temper, so he is engaged in the fighting industry. Currently, he is the boxing champion of Samba Country and the world's best boxing champion."
The first person in Samba Jiu-Jitsu.”
"I hope you will have a pleasant communication with him who feels like he was being played, and you will cooperate with him tacitly!"
The ferocious light in Guo Dong's eyes was no longer concealed, and his red eyes shone brightly.
Although he didn't know why the other party was hostile to him, he just slapped him to death: "By the way, I forgot to mention that he has the final say on whether Samba's public security will be disordered or not."
After finishing speaking, Guo Dong put the wine bottle back on the table, stood up and stretched, and looked at the others nonchalantly: "Everyone, should we go to the supermarket to buy something?"
There was an eerie silence until Lao Hu spoke: "Is what you just said true?"
Guo Dong shrugged: "Whether it is true or not, we will find out later."
"How do you know such a person?"
The boxing champion of a country is also the first person in an international mainstream fighting style, and the information revealed by Guo Dong's last sentence seems to be that this person is also a gang leader in the Samba country.
How could Guo Dong know such a person?
"We met in the ring."
Shishi became even more confused: "Didn't you only go to South Korea to compete in the ring once after Liang got married?"
"There is indeed only one legal fighting match that is public and recorded by the media, but it is an illegal black boxing match in private..."
Guo Dong smiled slightly and stopped talking, then looked at her like a stupid child: "Do you think that my sister's non-committal rejection of the competition on Weibo can stop those fighters?
A boxer’s pursuit of fame and money?”
Needless to say what follows, those who are doing this are not children, so they naturally know that the other side of glamor is always dark and treacherous.
"But if that's the case, according to your character, he should be disabled but not dead, so you two should be enemies!"
Heibi suddenly spoke, attracting Guo Dong's puzzled gaze: "How do you know my style of doing things in this area?"
Heibi was silent for a moment, and said something that only she and Guo Dong understood, while everyone else was confused: "I still remember what happened that morning."
Guo Dong's eyes widened and he frowned: "That day?"
"You mean that morning at the Mushroom House?"
Heibi nodded, and when he looked up again, he found that he appeared in a dim and dark red space. Only Guo Dong stood opposite him, and the rest of the people were nowhere to be found.
"How come you still have the memory of that day? I remember that except for Teacher He, Teacher Huang and Sister Li, all your memories were sealed by me that day."
Instead of causing all kinds of criminal damage like usual with Tsukuyomi, Guo Dong also created two glasses of wine, one for each of Heibi.
Of course, in the world of Tsukuyomi, whether it is good wine or poisonous wine, only depends on Guo Dong's thoughts.
"I don't know either."
Beibi took the wine glass, bit her lip and shook her head: "My memory was also sealed by you at that time, but I suddenly recovered it later for some reason."
"Really...when did it happen?"
"Not long after leaving the Mushroom House, I went to catch an announcement and passed by a Meng Po temple. By some strange coincidence, I got out of the car and went in to burn incense and worship. While I was burning incense and kowtow, I suddenly recovered."
Heibi's eyes flashed with confusion, after all, even she herself didn't know what was going on.
But Guo Dong had already roughly guessed what was going on.
Meng Po Temple.
He was not familiar with the temple, but he was very familiar with the gods enshrined in the temple.
Although I don’t know why Po Meng, who is respected even by the Tenth Hall of Hell and even the Emperor of Fengdu in the underworld, favors me so much and dotes on me unparalleled, she is absolutely pure good and kind to me.
, without any other things or purposes.
In this regard, Guo Dong still has confidence in himself, especially his eyebrows and eyes.
Therefore, although I don’t know why my grandmother Meng, whom I call her sister, suddenly intervened in human affairs and unlocked Heibi’s memory seal. But since it was her who unlocked the memory seal, there is no need to do anything else.
No worries, there is no need to re-seal Heibi's memory.
"Okay, then this matter ends here, only you know, I know."
Guo Dong drank the wine in one gulp, smiled at Heibi who was worried and didn't know whether he would be killed or had his memory sealed again, and then dismissed Tsukuyomi.
"Then I..."
Hei Bi still had something to say and questions to ask, but just as he opened his mouth, he found that the scene in front of him changed, and Lao Hu and others who had just disappeared reappeared in front of him, so after a moment of astonishment, he realized that it was almost time.
The words on his lips were swallowed back into his stomach again.
"No, what morning? What about the mushroom house? What are you talking about?"
"That's right, you're bullying us for not having been to the Mushroom House, right?"
A long time passed in the Tsukuyomi space, and it was only a moment outside, so Lao Hu and Shishi had no idea that Guo Dong and Heibi had been negotiating in the Tsukuyomi space for a long time just now. Heibi was almost just a little bit away from having her memory sealed again.
He was directly killed and silenced by Guo Dong, and then used a shadow clone to temporarily impersonate him.
"When we go back, the fourth filming of the Mushroom House will begin. Then you can form a group and go, okay?"
Guo Dong rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Are you going to go shopping yet?"
The topic came back, and everyone fell into silence again, until little girl Zu glanced weakly at the accompanying director, whose face was ashen and uncertain: "But what should they do? And just now..."
Guo Dong came over and touched her head to interrupt the little girl's worries: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to support it. Our director is naturally very confident in his temper. Even abroad, he is still a big shot who stomps his feet and trembles. I believe he will handle it well."
After the killing, Guo Dong directly put his arm around the little girl's shoulders and forced her to lead the others out of the house.
"Contact the country, especially Teacher He."
Heibi walked last, and when he was about to walk out the door, he couldn't hold back after all, and made an effective suggestion to the accompanying assistant director who was very strong just now.
In this kind of matter, only He Shouzou could have the dignity to be a peacemaker between the two parties.
"Director, something happened here..."
Watching the seven program guests leave, the accompanying director thought about Guo Dong's past deeds and rumors, especially after checking that the Samba boxing champion's name was really Balube, and finally did not dare.
Betting that Guo Dong was bluffing, he could only grit his teeth and call the chief director who was in charge of all arrangements in China.
"Teacher He..."
A moment later, when Guo Dong and others had just walked to the supermarket not far away, the domestic long-distance trip across the ocean also arrived as scheduled.
"Jelly, please give Teacher He some face and let this matter go."
He Shouzhen's voice sounded without any surprise. Everyone also answered the phone and stopped when they said the three words "Teacher He", waiting for the result of the communication between the two.
"Of course I will give you face, but for some things, there will be a second time and a third time if there is a first time. After all, there is a word called again and again, and again and again."
Guo Dong's original intention was not to kill anyone, as that would only harm others and not benefit himself.
Although he doesn't care whether he kills an individual or someone else kills someone, and he doesn't care about the subsequent consequences, it will ruin his mood for outing and frighten the children. In that case, the gain outweighs the loss.
More importantly, we still need to kill chickens to scare monkeys as a deterrent.
I haven’t shown off my muscles for too long, and even cats and dogs dare to jump out.
"Don't worry, something like this will never happen again. The people here will be transferred back immediately, and the chief director will personally go over and take over the subsequent filming. He will probably be at the location tomorrow night."
Guo Dong pondered for a moment: "Since you have said so, I can't hurt your face."
He Shouzhen breathed a long sigh of relief. It was always a pleasure to get along with Guo Dong in these two programs, whether it was the goddess or the yearning. Especially when the wolf came before, he did not lose his temper.
"But no matter what, Balube is a country's boxing champion, a jujitsu master, and one of the three underground emperors of the Samba country. His face cannot be just thrown to the ground and heard."
But before He Shouzu could finally let go, Guo Dong's words made his heart rise in his throat again: "What should we do? Don't really kill anyone. It will be difficult to explain then."
"There's nothing to explain. It's just two lives. There is no difference between the consequences of stepping on an ant to death."
Guo Dong's words made He Shouzuo's heart sink to the bottom.
"But since you, Teacher He, have spoken, you have to give me this face no matter what."
Phew~
"Jelly, don't talk and gasp, you'll scare people to death, okay!?"
He Shouzou roared madly. If he wasn't too far away, or if he couldn't beat him even if he wasn't far away, he would have wanted to come over and strangle this bastard to death right now.
"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. We must let Barubei vent his anger and regain his face."
He Shouzu held his breath, knowing that the real result would lie in Guo Dong's next sentence.