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Chapter 132

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"Is your hand okay?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Huh? Of course it's okay. Even if it was, it would be a problem with the game character, "Xiao Tan replied." Brother Jue, did you call just to ask me this? I'm still on duty. "

It was the afternoon of the next day. Feng Bujue was at home talking to Xiao Tan.

"Ah … Of course not, I'm just asking." Feng Bujue immediately got down to business, "It's like this … Today, I went out to talk to the editor about a collaboration that has nothing to do with writing."

"What is it?"

"The day after tomorrow, which is this Saturday. I'm going to the TV station to record a show. The traffic there is inconvenient. You should be off that day. How about you be my driver? "Feng Bujue said.

"Ah?" Xiao Tan was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Ah?"

"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue's tone was still quite normal, "Did you eat the bacteria petri dish like jelly when you were distracted?"

"You're finally going to be on TV, Brother Jue! Are you going to be popular? "Xiao Tan asked excitedly.

"No."

"Ah ~ You can finally make money without doing anything."

"You sound like you're saying that I'm going to be in another industry …"

"What I mean is that you can finally live on royalties like those big writers. You don't have to worry about writing every month."

"That's why I said 'no.'" Feng Bujue said, "Nothing will change. You're overthinking it."

Xiao Tan was so excited that he completely ignored Feng Bujue's denial. He asked again, "Right! What show is it? Brother Jue. "

"I'm a writer," he replied calmly.

"Ah? I know. I'm asking what show you're going to be on. "

"I'm a writer," Feng Bujue repeated.

"Huh?" Xiao Tan seemed to have short-circuited again.

"Sigh …" Feng Bujue sighed deeply. "That show is called 'I Am a Writer.' It's a variety show where the contestants compete to eliminate each other."

"Oh? Who else is going to participate besides you? "Xiao Tan said.

"I don't know and I don't care," Feng Bujue replied.

Xiao Tan slammed the table and laughed. "Hahaha … Brother Jue, you're really domineering."

"I don't know if it's because the information of the other contestants is confidential." Feng Bujue said, "I don't want to because it's useless even if I do … Personally, I hope to be eliminated in one round so that I don't have to go again."

"Don't! It's a rare opportunity to be on TV … "

"I don't like to appear in crowded places, and I don't want to leave too much video data …" Feng Bujue said, "It's because the appearance fee is quite high … That's why I …"

"Brother Jue, did you tell Master Bao?" Xiao Tan said.

"No, even if I told him, you would have called him anyway, so I'll leave it to you to tell him." Feng Bujue paused and said, "Let me emphasize, you can just talk to Master Bao about this. Don't spread it around."

"Why would I?" Xiao Tan raised his voice.

"I remember when my first book was published, even the owner of the fruit store five or six streets away from your house knew about it," Feng Bujue said.

"Ha … Haha … About that …"

"Then … It's settled. Drive me there on Saturday at noon, and then you'll have nothing to do. Because I don't know how long the recording will take, I'll go back by myself after it ends. Anyway, I still have money in my transportation card, "Feng Bujue said.

"Can I go in and watch?" Xiao Tan asked.

"No."

"Really …"

"No."

"Okay." Xiao Tan said disappointedly, "When will the show be broadcast?"

"I don't know."

"Forget it, I'll look it up on the Internet."

"You continue to be on duty … I'll talk to you tonight." Feng Bujue maintained a weak tone from beginning to end.

"Okay, okay, bye."

"Bye."

After the phone call ended, Feng Bujue sighed deeply again, "Well … I can only pray that this kid will stop before he goes too far."

Two hours later …

Someone knocked on the door.

Feng Bujue answered, "Coming." He walked to the door. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door, the person outside opened the door with a key.

"I say … Auntie Liu … If you're not going to wait for me to open the door, why did you knock?" Feng Bujue asked.

The landlord, Auntie Liu, was standing at the door, "You young people have privacy. What if there's a girl in your house? What if you're doing something shameful? So I knocked first, and when I heard you say yes, I knew I could come in. "

"What you said is contradictory, and your logic can easily lead to misunderstandings …"

"Don't talk to me about that." Auntie Liu looked at him up and down, "I heard … you're going to shoot a movie?"

The first word that came out of Feng Bujue's mouth was "F * ck!" But he just sighed and replied, "Who told you that?"

"I heard it from Auntie Wang at the market." Auntie Liu began to talk non-stop, "Hey, Feng, my granddaughter is ten years old this year, and she's very talented in acting …"

Feng Bujue really wanted to bang his head on the door frame, "Auntie Liu … First of all, I'm just going to the TV station to record a variety show. It'll only take a few hours. When the show airs on TV, it'll be edited into a few dozen minutes, and my scenes will only add up to a few minutes. " He took a deep breath and continued, "Second … even if I'm going to shoot a movie, I don't have the ability to arrange for your granddaughter to act in it. I'll have to find a producer …"

"Ah? Is that so? " Auntie Liu was stunned, "How come I heard from the neighborhood's security guard that you're going to write, direct, and act in it yourself …" From what she said, it seemed that there were more than one or two people who were spreading false rumors.

"Okay, okay, okay … You're overthinking it …" Feng Bujue quickly waved his hands, "Rumors! Pure rumors! I'm not doing that for a living, and I'm not interested in entering the entertainment industry. I'm just going to participate in a variety show, the kind with awards. "

"Oh …" Auntie Liu nodded, "Hey? Feng, when will the show air? "

"What do you want to do?"

"What's wrong? It's rare for an acquaintance to appear on TV. Can't I take a look? "

"Okay …" Feng Bujue didn't know what to do with her, "I'll record it on Saturday, and I'll ask the program crew after I'm done. Don't worry, in a few days, I'll send you this month's rent, the money I owe on the cat, and the news of the show. Is that okay? "

"Then it's a deal. I'll wait for your news …" Auntie Liu replied.

"Okay, okay … See you later …" Feng Bujue coaxed and pushed her away and closed the door. He leaned against the door and sighed, "The efficiency of spreading rumors is amazing … In another forty-eight hours, I think people will believe that I'm going abroad to win an Oscar."

He shook his head, went back to his room, and bolted all three locks behind the door, including the chain lock. Then he went to the game cabin, took off his shoes, and lay down.

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