"Master Liang, let me tell you something strange."
"Don't talk about it first, Gong Ningqi, listen to me first, I discovered a big secret, the writer's reality show should be playing tricks in the dark, otherwise, why the camera didn't light up, that is, it is off."
"ah?"
Gong Ningqi went to watch it right away, and it was true, but the other writers and actors seemed to have not noticed it yet, and were still thinking about the powerful answer that the werewolf killed himself to eliminate the suspicion.
"Master Liang, probably the electricity is out, so the staff didn't notice it, and I've already told them."
Later, Gong Ningqi and Liang Jia waited for a while, but the camera lights were still off.
"Gong Ningqi, what's going on? Did you take a video or not?"
"Master Liang, can you finish speaking in one go, I have to go back to you once you say one sentence."
"Isn't my hand tied up? By the way, let me loose it. It hurts like hell. My wrist will bleed later."
"No, Master Liang, I have also signed a contract with the program group, which states that the original progress cannot be disrupted."
"The producer even changed the route, what are you afraid of?"
"No, the producer is the producer, and I am me. I have no identity at all, and I am still here to eat and mix. If you are impatient, throw me into the sea to feed the sharks? Anyway, I have a bad feeling, Mr. Liang, Let me tell you quietly, you don¡¯t have to tell others. I was on the top of the mountain, and the reason why I didn¡¯t come down for so long was because I ran into the practicing actor Kang Shi who was about to run away. He said he heard the producer talking to his wife in the room. "
"Still talking? It's your turn, writer Liang Jia."
Seeing that something was wrong, the producers wandering around immediately separated Gong Ningqi and Liang Jia to prevent cross-infection of gossip. The practicing actor Kang Shi, who felt powerless, sat down on the ground.
Ben was the first one to get off the cruise ship, so excited he rushed to the island, ready to run away, but no matter what, he couldn't escape the producer's palm.
"Liang Jia, writer, please start your defense."
"The setting in my werewolf killing is a cleaner with a young child. And my grandma is like this. I have never seen my mother since I was born. To put it bluntly, my mother passed away, and my father has not found it yet. , When I was young, I asked my grandma why children in other families have parents, but I don¡¯t. My grandma would always tell me with red eyes that my mother is in the sky. I can see her whenever I want. My father, on the other hand, will come back to me when I grow up and be promising, but I have worked hard, not only to repay my grandma, but also hope that one day my father will be able to read the novels I wrote. In fact, those are not horror plots. , just my real life"
"Master Liang, I asked you to talk about cleaners. Why are you talking about your own background? Now audiences don't like to watch this kind of bitter drama. The staff can reply me. The new camera is like this, even when the red light is not on, it is still recording Well, that¡¯s why I eliminated the one I took last time, eh? It¡¯s like I took it off the boat.¡±
The more Gong Ningqi muttered, the lower his voice, as if he was not going to let the producer hear him.
"So, the cleaner is not me, but my grandma. My grandma will never plagiarize. Even if she chats with me, every word is typed by hand, even if it takes a few hours to say a word."