Chapter 12 The stars are moving
[Yanle, I miss you so much, but I know you're still angry, so I'm trying my best to hold back from bothering you. Last night I dreamt about the past, and when I woke up I felt empty inside. I really miss you.]
I know you don't want to talk to me right now. You don't need to reply. Just seeing my message will make me happy. Yanle, have a good day at work. I'll wait for your forgiveness.
When Fu Yanle saw these two ridiculous text messages, he was on his way to the filming location. He skillfully added the new number to his blacklist and said with some annoyance, "How can I shut a beast up forever?"
The butler raised his hand, his five fingers, long and straight and covered by white gloves, like a small knife, and gently made a cut on his neck, providing a direct and vivid answer to the question.
"..." The deputy carefully hugged himself.
Fu Yanle is a master of killing with words, without shedding blood. The whiter the gloves of this mysterious assistant, the more bloodthirsty his heart. Only he is a model youth, a pure flower.
The deputy sighed quietly and said, "Yanle, the cameras are everywhere. From now on, you and your assistant must keep your public personas in check and not push them any further, okay?"
Fu Yanle and the butler sat upright, while making a gesture of control with expressionless faces, "Okay."
"Star Journey" is a popular variety show that focuses on entertainment and making friends. Star 1 was a hit, and Star 2 was very successful.
It has four main characteristics:
The guests are all good-looking, satisfying the visual needs of those who appreciate good looks from every angle.
No malicious editing, conveying the guests' emotions directly, and not taking the blame for fan wars;
The director is stingy, the post-production team is mischievous, the cinematographer is obsessed with finding angles, and the whole crew is shameless.
The live stream format was switched silently, aiming for a realistic and embarrassing program effect.
Not only is "Star Journey" a chaotic battleground for couples every season, but it also has a matchmaking function, with two guests getting married through the show each season.
Star 3 is even more amazing because three guests will be united as one.
Fu Yanle stroked his chin, genuinely puzzled as to how Lin Qingtong would assign the three main characters the titles of first wife, second wife, and third wife.
The shuttle bus stopped in front of the fence.
The butler and his assistant stood off-camera, leaving only Fu Yanle standing on the simple soil, gazing thoughtfully at the six wildflowers in front of him.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple—just missing cyan—and you could form the name of Yu Jingchen's third aunt.
Meanwhile, viewers who had been waiting in the live stream began the first round of spamming:
[Wait, wait, wait! It's that white crane! Zoom in on the camera, beauties need to be photographed up close!]
Everyone else has a great start, but this is a terrible one! I'm so done with this!!
[This choker... silver double chains, close-fitting, binding... Am I the only one having dirty thoughts? Damn! This guy is so lewd!]
[Could you please reduce the amount of screen time this person gets? Where's Tongtong? I want to see Tongtong!]
[Your Tongtong fell into the latrine, stop coming out and disgusting people, get lost!]
[...]
Fu Yanle looked around and found a wooden sign standing in front of the big tree next door.
Please choose a flower~
Fu Yanle chose the purple one, but when he picked it up, he found that one of the petals was missing.
A small cardboard sign hangs beneath the flowering branches: 【Please walk straight for 100 meters along the avenue in your heart to enter our warm and happy nest!】
Fu Yanle looked around again, convinced that there was only one main road here: the road of the production team's poverty (stinginess).
He walked through the bamboo path and saw a two-story detached house behind him. The color and structure of the exterior walls reminded him of Yu Jingchen's third aunt.
Auntie San was everywhere.
A table was placed in front of the small building, and behind the table sat a man dressed in a gold bodysuit with a sign hanging on his chest that read: "Check-in and Payment Office".
As the man in golden robes watched Fu Yanle approach step by step, he couldn't help but extend his eager hands. But Fu Yanle walked past without even glancing at him. His outstretched hands trembled slightly, and then he suddenly stood up. "Guest, please wait!"
Fu Yanle stopped, turned around and said, "You're quite good at adding screen time to yourself, even though you're an NPC."
Xiao Jin puffed out her chest and said, "I'm a finance officer. Guests, you need to pay a fee to check in."
"Oh." Fu Yanle generously handed him the flowers.
Xiao Jin looked completely bewildered. "I want money, money, you know?"
“With this flower, you’ll be one of the guests’ roommates, and one-sixth of the camera will focus on you. What is this? It’s exposure, it’s popularity, it’s a way to monetize traffic.” Fu Yanle sighed knowingly. “Young people, don’t limit your thinking.”
Xiao Jin nodded in agreement, "And what about you?"
Fu Yanle pointed eagerly to the badge on his chest, "I'll take over your task."
Xiao Jin hugged herself and said, "Da me da me yo! Guests must pay a fee: 1,000 yuan for the 'sky' room, 700 yuan for the 'earth' room, and 400 yuan for the 'human' room."
Fu Yanle said, "What can you gain from this huge difference of 300?"
"An unexpected surprise, or a tragedy." Little King Kong reached out his hand again, unyieldingly, "Please pay."
Fu Yanle said, "If I remember correctly, the program rules state that guests cannot bring RMB, bank cards, etc., and are not allowed to use WeChat, Alipay, etc." His eyes lit up, "Isn't that just so they want us to get it for free?"
"Heh," Xiao Jin said, "You're very beautiful, so don't get your hopes up too high."
Fu Yanle questioned, "Is the production team forcing good people into prostitution?"
Xiao Jin said, "Although the wording is crude, the core message is very accurate."
He flipped over a second card: [If you don't have money, you can borrow from the production team. The team with the lowest income or the highest debt throughout the season will have to face the ultimate thunderous punishment!]
Seeing the look of condemnation for the callous capitalists and the pain of losing her innocence on Fu Yanle's face, Xiao Jin excitedly and expectantly took out a rainbow check, "How much does the customer want to borrow?"
"Heh." Fu Yanle suddenly gave a wicked smile, stretched out two fingers upwards, and quickly pointed downwards.
At the same time, the butler behind the camera sped up like a whirlwind, rushing to Fu Yanle's side at the speed of being chased by a dog, and handed over a thousand yuan of his private money.
"Here," Fu Yanle placed the real bills in Xiao Jin's palm, "Count them."
Xiao Jin angrily exclaimed, "This is against the rules!"
"First, 'guests need to pay,' so as long as I pay, it's OK. There's no rule against asking for help outside the studio. Second, 'guests cannot bring... or use...,' so as long as I comply, it's OK. There's no rule that assistants have to comply too. Finally, the production team is forcing me into prostitution, so don't blame me for rising up in rebellion." Fu Yanle slammed his fist on the table. "The key to the top-tier room!"
"You're just making excuses!" Xiao Jin angrily pulled out a stack of room cards and handed the most luxurious gold card to Fu Yanle.
"You can't argue with that!" Fu Yanle patted Xiao Jin's bald head, which was twice as big as it used to be, and hummed a little tune as he walked into the small building.
The viewers in the live stream turned up the volume and discovered that this guy was singing: "The production team is a dog, but unfortunately, they're not smart enough; they try to cheat, I call them little idiots; they want me to owe money, so I'll smash their rice bowl. Ahhhhhh, goose goose goose goose goose!"
[Damn it, where's the director?! If you're a man, put this bastard in a sack and beat him up!]
[If I were the director, I'd be furious; if I were a guest, I'd be laughing my head off; if I were myself, I'd become a fan.]
[New male singer Fu Yanle's original song, "Damn it," is available for listening.]
[I must say, the melody is quite catchy, and the voice is surprisingly alluring!]
[Damn, this familiar style, from Xuandu TV to Weibo and now here—Fu Gou, you're truly something else!]
[...]
The camera then flashed, and a string of rainbow hearts appeared on the black screen—a special transition effect used by the production team. Three seconds later, the next guest's live stream started simultaneously, and Fu Yanle's live stream became a public live stream.
Fu Yanle entered the building and found that the decoration style could be summed up in two words: "minimalist". All the furniture was just necessities, and there was nothing else.
He sat down on the sofa as instructed and naturally took out his phone. At that moment, a voice came from the side reminding him: "According to the program's practice, guests are not allowed to search for content related to the program in the cabin. Therefore, guests need to zoom in on their phones for supervision."
This rule was basically ignored in the first two episodes, as the artists were unwilling to have it projected on the big screen. After all, it would be problematic if they revealed something they didn't want to show during the live broadcast. At this point, the production team simply reminded them as usual, but unexpectedly, Fu Yanle didn't care at all and actually nodded in agreement.
The director praised her highly: "She's truly a minimalist person with no secrets! She's not afraid of the camera or being exposed; she's so pure and innocent!"
The minimalist opens WeChat, and a magnified version of the WeChat chat interface appears on a large screen next to it.
Xiao Lu: [Son, I'm watching your live stream. This lousy show is so stingy! Where did all that investment go? Did the director hog all the profits?!]
Fu Yanle replied: "Son, you've considered a possibility."
The director's admiration shattered abruptly, replaced by a flash of murderous intent: "..."
Old man: [You little brat, you sang well, so well I wanted to punch you right then and there.]
Fu Yanle replied: [Thank you, Master Turtle. Don't go running around too much at your age. Stay home, drink tea, and soak your feet.]
The program team: What a touching scene of grandfatherly love and grandsonly filial piety.
Chen Ge: [I have a meeting, so I can't continue watching the live stream. Have fun, and don't get bullied.]
Huh? You can watch his live stream at this hour?
Fu Yanle immediately replied: [Yeah, bro, focus on your work. (Frog spitting out a heart.jpg)]
The production team: Who can bully him? Aren't you afraid he'll immediately freestyle a song called "Dumbass"?
Just moments ago they were showing "grandfatherly love and filial piety," but here they're actually showing brotherly affection and respect. Fu Yanle's family atmosphere is quite remarkable.
Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Fu Yanle casually looked up to see who it was.
Meng Xinqiu entered the living room, stopped in front of Fu Yanle, smiled gently, and extended her hand, saying, "Yanle, it's been a long time."
Fu Yanle put away his phone, reached out and quickly brushed his fingertips across Meng Xinqiu's palm, then quickly pulled away before the latter could grasp it, the whole process taking no more than three seconds.
Director: What, someone's hands are covered in poop, and you're so unwilling to touch them?
Fu Yanle met Meng Xinqiu's slightly lowered gaze, revealing two sweet dimples, and tilted her head innocently and in confusion.
"But I've never seen you before."
I don't care about excrement.
Author's Note:
No update tomorrow~ (I'm very busy in the real world, so before the VIP chapters, I'll only update 5 times a week and rest 2 times a week)
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year in advance! May all students achieve academic success, all working adults enjoy soaring careers, and those still feeling lost find their way out of confusion. May all children have ambition and achieve their goals, and may you all be safe, well, and carefree!
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