When Clam Wills heard Brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Hehe … You sound very confident, Stephen." Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and glanced at the floating camera next to him without batting an eyelid. Then, he said, "But … your request doesn't quite conform to the rules of the competition …"
"What does that matter?" Feng Bujue interrupted him. "According to the normal process, 'every time you accept a challenge, you can receive an item,' right?"
Although Brother Jue didn't know the complete rules of the competition, he could roughly guess this based on the information he knew.
"That's right," Clam Wills replied. His answer also confirmed Brother Jue's speculation.
"Then …" Feng Bujue continued. "What's wrong with my request now?" He spread his hands. "I didn't ask you to give me all five items at once … I just want the challenges." He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone, "Your program team's idea is … to let the contestants listen to the content of a challenge first, then choose an item to complete … That's the setting of 'take one and choose one.'" He showed a confident expression. "And I … As long as I receive an item, I can complete five challenges. Objectively speaking … this is not an excessive request. Instead, it's a concession, isn't it? "
"Hehe … You're good with words, Stephen." Clam Wills didn't think much and replied with a smile. "But you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and placed it on the ground. "First of all, I don't need you to tell me … what is the 'idea of our program team.'" He raised his hand with his palm facing up and made some gestures to match his words. "Second, your request isn't a 'concession.' In fact, it's a very effective way to obtain information … I think you know this in your heart. " He shook his head gently. "Third … a request like this that is obviously inconsistent with the rules, even if I don't have any opinion, I have no right to …"
Rustle rustle —
At this moment, Clam Wills's walkie-talkie rang.
"Bell, can you hear me? I'm not deaf yet. Please reply immediately if you hear me. "A voice came from the other end of the line.
Clam Wells immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "This is Bell. Please speak."
"Take a few more steps forward and stand next to Mr. Carbon. Hold the walkie-talkie between the two of you," he replied.
Clams didn't reply. He just raised his head and glanced at the camera beside him. Then, he followed the director's instructions.
About five seconds later, Clam Wells stood one meter in front of Brother Jue and raised the walkie-talkie to shoulder height (his own shoulder, not Feng Bujue's).
"Mr. Carbon, can you hear me?" At that moment, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie spoke again.
"Yes, it's very clear," Feng Bujue replied.
While replying, Brother Jue was also trying to figure out the other party's identity and purpose.
"I'm the executive director. I'm not deaf. We met before the competition. Do you remember?"
"Yes …" For the sake of caution, Feng Bujue chose to respond ambiguously. He neither admitted nor denied it …
After all, the person who wasn't deaf was "Stephen Carbon" himself, not Feng Bujue. Brother Jue didn't know what was going on.
"Bell, you can hear me, right?" Since he was not deaf, he did not suspect Brother Jue's answer, so he used the opportunity to ask Bell.
"I can hear you," Clam Wills replied.
"Okay … Then, I'll get straight to the point …" Not Deaf said, "First of all … There won't be any records of our conversation right now. So, I'll just say it … Mr. Carbon, I want you to lose. "
"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's expression changed and his tone became serious.
"Don't get too agitated. Let me finish." Not Deaf continued, "Mr. Carbon, your previous performance was very good. Even if we don't consider the crazy performances you put on to confuse us … Your other abilities are the best in history." He changed the topic. "So, you have to lose."
If other people heard this, they would definitely ask, "Why?"
But Feng Bujue didn't ask because he had already thought of a conclusion, "Oh … The so-called 'the strongest cannot win' principle, right?"
"Ha! So you know this too. " Not Deaf smiled and continued, "Mr. Carbon, it seems that you are very proficient in the techniques of our industry … If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely work with you."
"Ah … I've also watched some reality shows. I've already seen through your little tricks." Feng Bujue said weakly, "In addition to 'balancing', there's another set … The strongest one must not win. Whether it's cooking, singing, dancing, makeup, wilderness survival … In short, the winner will definitely not be the strongest one. This way … it makes the show seem suspenseful and interesting. It subconsciously conveys the idea that 'it's not the strong who wins, but the winner is stronger', as if there's some kind of positive energy in it. But to put it bluntly … it's just a dirty deal stained with the stench of money. "
"Mr. Carbon …" After Not Deaf heard Brother Bujue's words, his tone changed slightly. "You …" Suddenly, he raised his voice. "… It's great that you can understand us! Hahahaha! " He laughed. "In that case, you should have guessed what I'm going to tell you next, right?"
"Of course." Feng Bujue also laughed. He looked at the camera and cast a "you know what I mean" expression. Then, he said, "Tell me … the content of our 'deal' …"
..
Ten minutes later, on the other side of the island …
At this time, Gray Beard was standing by the guardrail on the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.
The cup he used to brush his teeth was specially made. The handle of the cup was directly above, so it was convenient for him to hook it up with a hook …
His towel was also specially designed. It was very much like a mop that could be wrung dry by rotating the handle. As long as one hand cooperated with the hook, the water could be wrung dry.
"Captain, Tom and the others are back." A crew member's report interrupted Gray Beard's washing.
Gray Beard spat out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew at the foam on his beard. "Fufu — what's going on? Why are you so fast? "
Before he finished speaking, he had already limped to the other side of the deck.
From afar, Gray Beard saw Tom's figure. He immediately shouted, "Bastard! You're back in the blink of an eye? Are you messing with me? "
"I wouldn't dare …" Tom quickly shook his head and waved his hand. He replied with a panicked expression, "Captain … Let me explain."
"Hurry up and tell me what's going on …" Gray Beard was stunned when he said this because he realized that behind Tom and the other crew members who went to investigate, there was another person sitting …
It was a white man who looked to be about thirty years old. He had brown eyes and brown hair. His long hair was messy, and he was wearing a vintage suit.
"Who is this hippie?" Gray Beard walked up to Tom and squinted at the stranger sitting on the deck.
"Captain, this is a captive I caught in the woods by the beach," Tom replied.
"Captive?" Gray Beard walked up to Lie Yu with a suspicious expression. He looked at the latter and asked, "Kid, what are you doing? Why are you on this island? "
"Huh?" Lie Yu sat on the ground like a puddle of mud and replied with a lazy expression, "I wanted to ask you the same thing. What are you doing? Are you a cameo arranged by the program team? Why did you force me onto this submarine? " As he spoke, he had already sized up Gray Beard from head to toe. Then, he actually laughed. "Heh … Brother, who designed this style of yours? Your clothes and appearance are all so old-fashioned … Also, how long has it been since your director last watched a pirate movie? These days, pirate captains are usually played by handsome men who look dispirited but have an elegant temperament. How could they find a … uh … I'm not targeting you … how could they find such a boorish uncle to play the role? "
When he finished speaking, everyone on the deck … stopped moving.
For a moment, everyone could only hear the sound of the sea breeze.
After a full minute, Gray Beard came back to his senses and realized that there was nothing wrong with his ears.
Therefore, he laughed in anger and asked Lie Yu a question with a kind face, "Young man, what's your name?"
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