Guan Feng said, "Brother, you need to sort this out carefully."

The older man said, "Could it be that he couldn't stand the hardship and actually bought insurance for his stunt double?"

Huang Lili laughed and said, "That's probably impossible. Apart from big stars like Li Ge, ordinary people would only buy three to five million yuan in accidental injury insurance at most. If we're talking about the betting agreement you mentioned, it's at least hundreds of millions, right? What can three to five million yuan do?"

The man felt a little dizzy.

He said, "That's right! That old bastard Huayang lied to me?"

Guan Feng asked, "Who is Hua Yang? Did he say those things to you just now?"

The older man nodded and said, "Huayang is the gossipmonger around here. He's usually in charge of picking up goods, and he's also responsible for arranging and coordinating us extras. We're from the same hometown, so he tells me some things."

Guan Feng asked with a smile, "Brother, didn't you just say you were a gossipmonger?"

The guy scratched his head, sighed, and said, "Hey! I was just thinking of bragging a little, but it turned out I didn't make it."

Guan Feng laughed and said, "Brother, you're already being very kind by saying so much. Lily, go pay the bill and settle the bill for my noodles too, as if it's my treat."

The man said somewhat embarrassedly, "How could I possibly accept this?"

Guan Feng said, "It's just a bowl of noodles, brother, don't be shy."

As they were talking.

Liu Keming's phone suddenly rang.

The urgent ringing of the bell, like a bugle call, interrupted the two people who were chatting.

Liu Keming nodded to Guan Feng, then answered the phone. After a few words, his expression changed, and he said, "What did you say? Okay! I understand, I will pass it on."