Chapter 547 Pre-Match "Mobilization"

On June 8, a Sunday afternoon, in a TV station’s variety show recording studio.

Feng Bujue sat in a lounge, waiting for the recording of “I’m a Writer’s Resurrection Contest” to begin.

A few minutes ago, the makeup artist of the program team came in to tidy up his appearance, helped him to fix his hair, and then left; at this moment, there was still a cameraman in the room. For the needs of recording, unless Brother Jue went to the toilet, the cameraman basically had to follow him all the time.

This is also a popular filming technique nowadays, combining variety shows with reality shows, and creating a sense of reality by recording the contrast between “on and off the stage”.

But in fact... don’t take it too seriously, things that should be cut will still be cut when editing...

Dongdong——

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Feng Bujue responded casually.

It was impossible for him to not let people in, because the door was not locked...

“Hey, Bujue, are you ready?” A middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap walked in. He was wearing a very ugly work suit, holding a tablet in his hand, and wearing a tool belt around his waist. People who didn't know him would most likely mistake him for a production manager, but in fact... this unremarkable uncle was the program's chief director - Fei Ran.

"Actually... there's nothing to prepare..." Feng Bujue slumped on the sofa, looking at the director weakly, "It would be best if we could make a quick decision."

"Haha..." Fei Ran smiled and patted the photographer's shoulder. He gestured to him to turn off the camera.

The latter nodded and stopped recording.

"I'm talking to you..." Fei Ran stepped forward and sat next to Brother Jue, "This is to let you record the program, not to torture..." He said, taking out a pack of cigarettes, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"It's okay." Feng Bujue replied.

Fei Ran lit a cigarette and took a puff: "By the way, did you see the results of this online voting?"

"No." Feng Bujue replied immediately.

"Haha..." Fei Ran smiled and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Okay... Then I'll tell you. Your popularity ranks second."

"That sounds bad..." Feng Bujue said.

"There's something even worse." Fei Ran said half-jokingly, "In fact, the votes for the person ranked first in this vote are fake..."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue said with a sidelong glance at the director. "I'm a contestant. It's not good for you to tell me about this kind of thing."

"Hey... It's an open secret. You're the only one who doesn't know." Fei Ran took another puff of cigarette, turned to the cameraman who was playing with his phone and said, "Hey. Xiao Wu, you know about this, right?"

Xiao Wu shrugged: "I know~ That fan and other fans have been swearing at each other for half a month. There are hundreds of posts on the Internet."

"Look." Fei Ran immediately looked at Brother Jue and said, "Bu Jue... You don't care about our show. If I didn't call you, you probably wouldn't even know that you have been shortlisted for the resurrection match?"

"Yeah... I just prayed silently that I wouldn't appear in the voting results." Feng Bu Jue continued.

"Hehe...Okay." Fei Ran said, "Anyway, I've told you the situation now, you'd better make some preparations."

"Hmm?" Feng Bujue looked suspicious, "Prepare for what?"

"Think about it..." Fei Ran said, "You are so popular, but you don't want to win, so you have to do something, right?"

"Oh...that is, try to act a little worse, right?" Feng Bujue replied.

"Yes, but you can't act like you did the last time you came." Fei Ran said, "I told you last time that if you want to be eliminated, the best way...is to act mediocre enough."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue responded, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Let me confirm it first..." He turned his head and looked at Fei Ran, "In fact, the winner of this resurrection match...has been decided..."

Fei Ran was slightly startled when he heard this. He took another puff of cigarette, and after a few seconds he replied: "Fu--Why do you ask?"

"The process of speculation is not complicated..." Feng Bujue raised his hands and put them behind his head, and replied casually, "Since you knew that the first place in the online voting had problems, but still let it go... then I believe you are willing to see such a result. In addition... this episode will not be broadcast until the end of June, and it should have been recorded in mid-June, but now it has suddenly been advanced by a week... This is probably also a countermeasure to prevent the "vote manipulation" incident from further fermenting." He looked at Feiran calmly and said, "So I guess... the winner of this resurrection match has essentially been determined. And director, you... are now giving me a shot of prevention, because you think... I might do something bad."

As soon as these words came out, Feiran's expression changed suddenly. For the next thirty seconds, the lounge fell silent...

Half a minute later, Fei Ran took a deep breath of his cigarette, then extinguished it, and looked up and said, "Xiao Wu, go out for a while."

The cameraman left without saying anything, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

"Bujue." Fei Ran looked at Brother Jue and said in a deep voice, "You are a smart person. I have something to say to you here, and I hope it will not spread outside this room."

"Well, you can say it." Feng Bujue crossed his legs and continued in a relaxed tone.

Feiran glanced at Brother Jue again, then lowered his voice and said: "You are right, the candidate for promotion has been decided a long time ago, and it is the 'Fire of the Night' who won the first place in the online voting." He raised his hand and said Pointing upward, "In business... there are some things that even I can't control, and people at a higher level have the final say... Do you understand?"

"Humph... of course." Feng Bujue raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. At this moment, his eyes looked quite disdainful, but he still said politely, "It's completely understandable. It's not easy for you, director."

Feiran smiled bitterly: "Ha... not bad." He shook his head, "To be honest... my original intention of doing this show was never to make it what it is today. It's a pity..." He stopped talking. , with a slightly helpless expression, "If everyone were like you, many things in this world might become purer."

"Everyone is like me, and the world would have been over a long time ago." Feng Bujue said with a smile, and he quickly changed the subject, "Okay... I understand everything, Director Fei, don't worry." He patted his chest. , "Believe me, I will definitely be eliminated 'naturally' without leaving any trace of performance..."

Feiran stared at Brother Jue for two seconds: "Hmm... I deeply doubt this..." (To be continued...)