However, this time there was no need to fill out a form. All the staff of the program team faced the camera and lined up to be "interviewed".

The first person on the list is undoubtedly the director.

The cameraman of Group A operated the camera himself, and the accompanying PD acted as a 'temporary reporter'.

The accompanying PD held a shiny carrot in his hand and pointed it at his mouth, his aura and appearance were quite realistic: "Ahem, Mr. Director, what is your opinion on raw garlic juice lemonade?"

At the same time, the comments jumped quickly——【Looking at you, tell us something nice, maybe you can start over again (Smile JPG.)】

The director felt hopeless and almost gnashed his teeth as he uttered a few words: "Sour... sour... sweet... sweet, very delicious..."

The accompanying PD nodded in a serious manner: "Okay, then compared to dragon fruit and chicken feet, which one do you think will be more memorable -" The word "deeply engraved" has not yet been uttered.

"Ugh!" The director's face changed drastically in an instant. He bent his waist and turned his face to the other side to vomit again. All the staff queuing behind him also covered their mouths, obviously triggered by some not-so-good images.

The accompanying PD remained calm, managing his facial expressions like a professional etiquette lady. He faced the camera and answered for the director: "It seems that our dragon fruit chicken feet are slightly better."

"Shut up!!!" The director's face looked like a pickled cucumber dripping with black water. He bent over, turned his head in frustration and said viciously: "Don't mention these five words again!!!"

His pdst (vomiting version) is about to happen! ! The accompanying PD looked confused: "Huh? Which five words? Mr. Director, are you talking about dragon fruit chicken feet? "

The director rolled his eyes and almost pouted: "…………"

He suppressed the nausea in his stomach with all his strength and finally managed to calm down. He almost vomited and even vomited blood!!! "..."

I don't know how much time has passed, it seemed like a century, and this damn 'interview' finally came to an end.

All the staff members looked like dejected zombies, with lifeless eyes and almost floating on their heels, as they walked out of the alley entrance of Group A's restaurant one after another.

This scene was so terrifying that it scared the tourists on the street, and they almost notified the resort’s customer service center to ask the security to come over.

In just half an hour, the director's mobile phone received dozens of messages asking for leave.

Some even came directly to the director to invite them.

As soon as she opened the door, she burst into tears: "Director! I really have no other choice. My dog ​​is seriously ill and wanted to see me before he left. He just called me and kept barking at me on the phone."

"Director, you know, my dog ​​left its mother when it was young and grew up with me. I am the only person closest to it. I must rush back this time! Otherwise, it will die with regrets!"

director:"……"

"Well, I don't need to be away for a long time. I promise it won't affect my work. I'll leave in a while and will be back after 10 o'clock in the evening."

"No need to leave any food for me. I will eat outside and come back later."

The director sneered: "Then this way we don't have to do the dinner review for Group A guests, right?"

“…”

The man was exposed and lowered his head and clasped his hands in guilt.

The staff member was stunned by what he said and burst into tears immediately: "But director, the recipes of the guests in Group A are really horrible!! I really can't do it!!"

"It's just a few nasty dishes. Why are you so scared? You should be more capable!"

The staff member's eyes widened: "A little?! Director, are you sure you mean a little! I saw you go to the bathroom at least ten times just now!"

director:"……"

The director had an expression that said, 'I don't want to hear you fart again' and slammed his hand on the table sternly: "Get out!!"

Seeing that there was no hope for leave, the staff member left dejectedly. Before closing the door, he subconsciously glanced at the director's motionless figure sitting on the leather chair, and sighed, "The director is really worthy of being a director. Even in the same situation, the director can still keep himself stable. He is really as steady as an old ox."

The devilish recipes of the guests in Group A did not scare him. I admire you.

The staff did not notice that the moment the door closed, the director's mobile phone on the table lit up.

The director almost burst into tears when he answered the phone: "Hello, is this Mr. Luo? I really have something urgent to do and need to take a leave."

"What's the emergency?" Mr. Luo paused.

"…Yes, my dog ​​is seriously ill. He wanted to see me before he left. I won't stay too long! He will be back at 10pm!"

A cold refusal came from the other end of the phone: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? Have you ever heard of a variety show director asking for leave? Shi's company spent so much money to invite you from abroad, not to let you do this or that."

"Since the show has been popular since its launch, I won't bother with you this time."

"By the way, let me remind you that President Shi will come to the resort in person in a couple of days to inspect the progress of the variety show."

The director shuddered, instantly awakened, and held the phone with both hands in fear and trepidation: "Is it Mr. Xiao?"

"What else? He is the one who is in charge of this resort project, so don't let anything go wrong. Otherwise, hmm - you know what will happen."

The next second, the call was ruthlessly hung up.

“…”

The director sat on the stool and began to feel guilty.

The "program data popularity" mentioned by this "Mr. Luo" is that Group A's live broadcast room accounts for almost 80% of this popularity, and this monopoly is eight blocks away from the other two groups of live broadcast rooms...

Since the start of the show, his focus has been almost entirely on groups of guests B and C, and the data from the B and C live broadcast rooms can only be described as dismal.

The data from the live broadcast room of Group A, which was abandoned by himself and left to fend for itself, was simply outrageous.

How could the director not feel guilty? He couldn't bear the compliments from Mr. Luo! The fact that the program had such statistics had nothing to do with him at all...

(End of this chapter)