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Hu Mingyuan arrived almost on time. After a quick application of makeup, he was led upstairs by the staff. As he was leaving, Sister Zou had just returned from upstairs. They passed each other at the doorway. Thinking she'd seen right, Sister Zou returned and pointed, "That guy just now looked a bit like Hu Mingyuan." Lu Kai nodded, "Yes, that's Hu Mingyuan." "Huh?" Sister Zou asked, "Why is he here?" Zhao Jinghuan relayed Hu Mingyuan's words to Sister Zou, adding, "I really didn't tell him that Lu Kai was livestreaming here today." Sister Zou and Lu Kai naturally believed Zhao Jinghuan. Sister Zou said, "Maybe the district government connected them. Didn't you also say that the district government helped with Mr. Hu's collaboration with Wanda? Maybe they figured we were in the same industry..." The three of them felt vaguely uneasy, but they all assumed Hu Mingyuan's comments were just an attempt to steal the spotlight and wouldn't cause any damage. Soon after, the livestream began. The three of them pulled up stools and sat in a row, watching Blue Star Iron Mouth's livestream on the TV in the dressing room. The livestream was a series of interviews, discussing products alongside one another. Blue Star Iron Mouth began with a brief introduction to Hu Mingyuan, then presented the new Mr. Beard and inquired about his creative philosophy. Hu Mingyuan offered a few ramblings before suddenly laughing and saying, "I recently heard this analogy: In a world of only black and white, a pink little devil suddenly appears. He doesn't seem dangerous at all, but he feels completely out of place in this world..." The older man sitting next to him, Iron Mouth, frowned slightly and glanced off-camera at the stage control, clearly confused. Lu Kai and the other two in the dressing room stood up simultaneously. Sister Zou was the first to speak: "He's talking about Lu Kai's script." On camera, Hu Mingyuan exclaimed at length about how the pink little devil was determined to bring color to this black and white world. Infuriated, Sister Zou stormed out of the dressing room and upstairs. She pushed open the door to the livestream room, only to be stopped by staff outside. The studio manager saw Sister Zou coming up and quickly walked over. Seeing her approach, Sister Zou lowered her voice and asked what was going on. The studio manager, still unsure of the situation, said, "I don't know either. Why is he reciting your script? Did you two exchange scripts?" "How is that possible? Why would we exchange scripts with him?" Sister Zou asked if the scripts had been mixed up. The studio manager replied, "No, you're promoting different products. He uses his own words when promoting his products." ...
Hu Mingyuan arrived almost on time. After a simple makeup application, he was led upstairs by the staff. When he left, Sister Zou had just returned from upstairs. The two passed each other at the door. Sister Zou thought she had seen wrongly. After entering the house, she pointed out: "That person just now looked a bit like Hu Mingyuan."
Lu Kai nodded: "Yes, that is Hu Mingyuan."
"Ah?" Sister Zou asked, "Why is he here?"
Zhao Jinghuan relayed what Hu Mingyuan had just said to Sister Zou, and then added: "I really didn't tell him that Lu Kai was live streaming here today."
Sister Zou and Lu Kai naturally believed Zhao Jinghuan. Sister Zou said, "Maybe the district contacted them. Didn't you also say that the district helped Mr. Hu Zi and Wanda's collaboration? Maybe they thought we were in the same industry..."
The three of them felt vaguely uneasy, but they all assumed Hu Mingyuan's extra talk was just an attempt to steal the spotlight and wouldn't cause any damage. Not long after, the live broadcast began. The three of them pulled up stools and sat in a row, watching Blue Star Iron Mouth's live broadcast on the TV in the dressing room.
The live broadcast room was the kind of place where they interviewed and talked about products at the same time. Lan Xing Tie Zui first gave a brief introduction to Hu Mingyuan, then took out the new Mr. Beard and asked Hu Mingyuan about his creative concept.
Hu Mingyuan started with a few words, then suddenly smiled and said, "I recently heard a metaphor: in a world of only black and white, a little pink devil is suddenly born. He doesn't look dangerous at all, but he doesn't fit in with this world..."
The old man sitting next to him, Tiezui, frowned slightly and turned to glance at the off-camera controller, clearly confused. Lu Kai and the other two in the dressing room stood up at the same time, with Sister Zou speaking first.
"He's talking about Lu Kai's script."
Hu Mingyuan in the camera talked a lot about how the pink little devil was determined to bring color to this black and white world. Sister Zou was so angry that she rushed out of the dressing room and rushed upstairs. She pushed open the door of the live broadcast room and was instantly stopped by the staff outside.
The studio controller saw Sister Zou coming up and walked over quickly. Seeing the studio controller coming over, Sister Zou lowered her voice and asked her what was going on.
The stage manager hadn't figured out what was going on: "I don't know either. Why is he reciting your script? Did you two exchange scripts?"
"How is that possible? How could we exchange scripts with him?" Sister Zou asked the stage controller if they had mixed up the scripts. The stage controller said no, "The products you promote are all different. He uses his own words when promoting his products."
Sister Zou said, "But he's using our words now. How would he know about the Pink Devil? That's a cartoon our designer drew! He's using our words. What are we going to say then?"
The Tiezui brother in the camera has obviously discovered that what Hu Mingyuan said in the script is wrong. He plays the bracelet faster and no longer has eye contact with Hu Mingyuan, but looks at the stage control from time to time.
The stage controller waved his hand, signaling Tiezui to continue the live broadcast and not to be distracted. Lu Kai and Zhao Jinghuan also ran upstairs at this time. Zhao Jinghuan said to Sister Zou, "The part Hu Mingyuan mentioned was from Doraemon's comics. We can say he plagiarized it."
Sister Zou shook her head. "Didn't he just say that? He said this was a story he heard recently. He never claimed it was his original work. He's much more cunning than we thought."
Hu Mingyuan's gaze drifted away, evidently catching sight of Lu Kai and the others chasing up the stairs. He twitched his lips imperceptibly, seeming somewhat pleased with himself. Iron Mouth, in front of the camera, tried to control the situation, trying to bring the subject back: "I heard Mr. Hu Zi did a collaboration event at Wanda Plaza a while ago. As a new artist and IP, how did it feel to see your work displayed all over the mall?"
Hu Mingyuan said: "It's a feeling of sweetness after bitterness. I believe that most people are like me, entering society with full of enthusiasm, but they didn't expect to be greeted by flowers and applause, but by the blows given by life..."
Zhao Jinghuan's eyes widened, and she almost shouted, "He's clearly talking about a backflip!"
The stage controller made a silencing gesture: "Keep your voices down, or they'll be picked up!" Seeing that Lu Kai and the others were about to cause a scene, the stage controller dragged and pushed them into the adjacent lounge. Sister Zou was still complaining, saying that Hu Mingyuan was deliberately ruining the show, but the stage controller told her to stop. "We don't have time to argue about right and wrong now. How he explains it and how we hold him accountable are issues for later. For now, don't worry about what Mr. Hu said up there or how he knew your script. It's already happened, accept it. We still have..." She glanced at her phone, "We have one hour and fifteen minutes left. You have to change all your previous lines and redo them."
Sister Zou said, "Redo it? Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not kidding." The female stage manager grabbed Sister Zou's hand and said firmly, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after the live broadcast. If you don't rewrite the script now, you'll be the one who suffers."
She was still needed to control the live broadcast. After saying this, she pushed the door open and went back to the live broadcast room. Before leaving, she deliberately turned off the TV in the lounge to prevent Lu Kai and the others from watching Hu Mingyuan's "performance" to avoid being distracted.
The room fell silent. Sister Zou and Zhao Jinghuan looked at each other, both clearly bewildered. Suddenly, Tomato called. Sister Zou picked up the phone and heard Tomato hurriedly shouting, "Did you see that? The first guest is Mr. Hu Zi!"
Sister Zou frowned and hung up the phone without saying a word. Fanqie called Lu Kai and Zhao Jinghuan again, both of whom casually hung up the phone. But after the phone vibrated around like this, all three of them regained their composure.
Sister Zou took out the previously printed script and said, "Change it now, one question at a time."
She spoke with conviction, but they'd spent the better part of a month polishing the script to their satisfaction. Now, with only an hour to spare, and the need to circumvent previous answers, it was practically impossible. As Zou began to rethink the first question, she felt a surge of irritation. "We can't use the story of Edgar Allison here. So, what's our design philosophy? Is it to teach players about the history of the Renaissance?"
Zhao Jinghuan comforted Sister Zou and told her not to worry. The three of them sat together and tried to think about it, from spreading warmth to making older children in their twenties and thirties feel happy, but they felt that no matter how they said it, it was missing something.
Zhao Jinghuan suddenly thought of letting DEEPSEEK try. After inputting the question and the restrictions, DEEPSEEP took only twenty seconds to produce a lengthy draft. At first glance, it was full of rhetoric and synesthesia, and the writing was brilliant. However, when he read it carefully, he found the logic strange and a bit nonsensical.
Lu Kai read through the answer given by DEEPSEEK from beginning to end. The more he read, the more outrageous it seemed to him. He said, "Stop it! How can I memorize this? I can't even recite it..."
While it wasn't possible to use it directly, it provided a framework. Zou and Zhao Jinghuan used the answers provided by DEEPSEEK as a foundation, making some minor changes and finally managing to solve the first problem. However, time flew by faster than when they were playing with their phones at night. They thought they had only spent a dozen minutes, but when they checked the clock, over half an hour had already passed.
Zhao Jinghuan held her phone tightly, comforting the two of them and herself: "Once the first one is done, the rest will be soon." As she spoke, she went to flip through the script on the table. She was obviously panicking. She pressed her fingers on the script, searching line by line from top to bottom, but she couldn't find where the second problem was.
Sister Zou came over to help her, but she didn't calm down much either. She muttered, "Second question, second question..." Her voice began to tremble. Lu Kai sat there, watching the two people frantically, but didn't go up to help.
Sister Zou suddenly shouted, "Found it, it's here!" Lu Kai then reached out, but he was actually reaching out to close the script.
Sister Zou and Zhao Jinghuan looked up at him together: "What are you doing?"
Lu Kai didn't say anything. Zhao Jinghuan quickly tried to pry his hands off the script: "Stop messing around. We don't have time!"
Lu Kai flipped his hand and held Zhao Jinghuan's wrist in his hand:
"Don't work on this script. There's not enough time. You guys go out." He gently pinched Zhao Jinghuan's wrist, as if asking her to believe in himself.
"Let me be quiet, give me some time, I can do it."
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