Fang Shan's eyes rolled, and it was obvious that he was planning something bad.
Wei Sushen's expression didn't change much: "Why waste your time on her?"
Fang Shan pursed his lips and said, "Fighting with others is an endless joy."
Wei Sushen got up and bought a bottle of mineral water to wash away the spicy taste of the instant noodles: "Chen Bingying is not worth spending too much time on."
Fang Shan tilted his head to look at him: "What does the host find interesting?"
Wei Sushen: "Brushing tasks."
“…”
"What else?"
Wei Sushen: "Go back to the company to handle business."
Fang Shan was uncharacteristically silent.
As a courtesy, Wei Sushen asked him the same question.
Fang Shan answered simply: "Smell the wine, taste the wine, and drink the wine."
A workaholic and a workaholic are like two irreconcilable contradictions.
Wei Sushen lowered his eyes: "I'll treat you to a drink, and you'll treat me to a job. It's the best of both worlds."
Fang Shan thought carefully and nodded: "That makes sense."
But why does it sound so awkward?
"But the host must think carefully. There are no shortcuts to this daily mission."
Daily quests are often based on their gains in this plane. For example, Puppetry and sex toys might sound unrelated, but they are intricately related. However, if they gained nothing in the previous world, there's no trace of what they'll be releasing.
Wei Sushen nodded.
Fang Shan sighed softly, watching Chen Bingying and the man walk away with regret. "Never mind. She's a restless person, and she's bound to cause trouble soon. Just do as the host said and let her be the spice of life."
After a pause, he continued, "Completing tasks is like a lottery game. Luck is a big factor. We haven't had the best luck lately."
Wei Sushen did not deny that it was not just bad, it was really bad luck.
Fang Shan thought for a moment and said, "Life needs a sense of ritual. I need to prepare well this time."
In the evening, the two unlucky guys burned incense, bathed, worshipped towards the north, and only ate some fruit for dinner.
The little fat boy sat aside, eating delicacies from land and sea, wondering, "Losing weight?"
Fang Shan shook his head: "Good luck."
The little fat boy's keen sense of smell allowed him to smell the scent of incense on them. He frowned and reminded them seriously: "A non-African is a non-African. You will never become an European emperor."
Fang Shan remained calm and composed: "Two negatives equal a positive."
He and Wei Sushen should be able to achieve a reversal.
The little fat man lowered his head to hide the sarcasm in his eyes. Considering their ability to bring harm to the world, let alone asking for God's favor, even if they were not struck by lightning, it would be considered a mercy.
Fang Shan asked Aunt Zhang to help them set up a small altar on the lawn. Fortunately, Wei Ye was not at home, so they could allow such nonsense.
Wei Sushen thought it was ridiculous, but did not say anything to stop it.
Jiang Meiling and her bestie hadn't returned from shopping, leaving the little fat boy shivering all alone. He shook his fat flesh to protect himself and kept muttering, "Feudal superstition kills people!"
Fang Shan reverently lit a stick of incense and glanced back at Wei Sushen. Taking a more credible view, Wei Sushen stepped forward, took the incense from his hand, and lit a stick of his own.
The faint scent of incense ash was blown onto his sleeves by the wind. Smelling it, Fang Shan felt much more at ease and whispered, "We can begin now."
Wei Sushen closed his eyes, chose to accept the assignment in the task column in his mind, and soon received the long-awaited notification sound.
[Mission: The brightest star.]
Note: The world is bustling with activity, and countless people are groping in pain, drifting in frustration in the darkness! Let them listen to you, and use the charm of your words to infect and awaken them! +】
Wei Sushen clicked the '+' button, revealing a more detailed description: Become an excellent speaker, with a cumulative follower count of 500,000. Special note: Zombie followers will be automatically removed during the evaluation process. Also, please hold ten large-scale speaking events with an attendance rate of 98% within a year.
The wind blew out the half-burned incense. Wei Sushen and Fang Shan's eyes met in mid-air. Fang Shan spoke first, his tone full of uncertainty: "...Has your luck changed?"
Apart from anything else, the daily tasks actually give clear conditions for completion when they are issued. Before, most of the time, I had to rely on myself to figure it out.
Wei Sushen stared at Fang Shan with a scrutinizing gaze.
"What's with that look, host?" Fang Shan's heart skipped a beat. "I swear I haven't accepted the unspoken rules of other systems."
When the two unlucky people got lucky, their first reaction was to question each other, and then they suspected that there might be a bigger conspiracy waiting behind.
Fang Shan shook his head and said with a wry smile, "This mission has a time limit, and it's not easy to complete."
However, harm comes from comparison, and happiness also comes from comparison.
With the lessons learned from the past, this time the task assignment system can almost be ranked among the ranks of little angels.
After the brief happiness ended, Wei Sushen suddenly frowned. Almost at the same time, Fang Shan's expression changed slightly: "Wait, orator?"
Doesn't this mean that the host has to show up in public?
Considering Wei Sushen's silent and taciturn personality, the seemingly normal task seemed a bit strange.
Wei Sushen considered the same issue, but did not express similar concerns.
Fang Shan touched his forehead to make sure he was not delirious from the fever.
Wei Sushen really doesn't like speeches. In his opinion, they are full of sensationalism and exaggeration.
But if we remove the exaggerated side, no one can deny the role it plays. The power of language can directly touch people's hearts.
After making sure Wei Sushen could handle it psychologically, Fang Shan smiled and pursed his lips: "Look on the bright side. The host's heroic rescue last time has laid a good foundation."
Wei Sushen's eyes were blank for a moment, as if he was searching his memory.
Fang Shan helped him recall: "As long as everyone gives a little love..."
His eyes moved, Wei Sushen shook his head and told him to stop talking.
No matter how unbearable the past was, it was a record he had created. When Wei Sushen was trying his best to put aside this memory, Fang Shan said, "A lot of TV stations have contacted me before, and it seems that there is a speech program among them."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly and said that he would let Arthur contact him as soon as possible.
Fang Shan was surprised: "Excuse me, this is not like your style."
Being willing to appear on TV and give a speech is simply a fantasy for the host.
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Because I am not alone."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows, pondering the deeper meaning.
Wei Sushen: "Every move I make will be related to the Wei family."
Fang Shan blinked, and an epic scene automatically appeared in his mind. From now on, anyone from the Wei family would be questioned if they ran into someone they knew.
"Your son is on TV."
"Is the speaker from a few days ago your nephew?"
“He actually has such a unique insight.”
“…”
Thinking about what Wei Sushen's relatives might have experienced, Fang Shan felt sad for those strangers he had never met.
The two of them walked back while discussing. The fat boy quickly asked the butler to remove the altar. During this time, he said with great sorrow: "Why didn't you stop my brother?"
The butler calmly cleaned up the mess: "The young master must have his reasons for doing this."
The little fat boy couldn't help but ask, "If I were to set up the altar today..."
The butler said solemnly, "I must have been deceived. I will report it to you, sir."
If the situation is serious, call the police.
Little Fatty: “…”
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After successfully completing the task, Fang Shan returned to the room and began to check the previous invitations before Wei Sushen asked Arthur to take any action. He soon found a program called "Super God Speaker".
"It's been a while, I wonder if it still counts?"
Wei Sushen was reading a book to kill time, and without raising his head, he said, "It's okay, you can use money to smash it."
Having led too many slum hosts, Fang Shan felt his heart beat rapidly when he suddenly met such a rich man.
After all, he has been made into an emoticon package, and Wei Sushen is still popular on the Internet. The program team expressed their welcome for his joining and informed him of the rehearsal time so that he could prepare in advance.
The director originally wanted to have an interview, but Wei Sushen refused. Although he didn't mind participating in the show, he didn't want to waste too much time on such things.
Considering Wei Sushen's status and position, he could create topics in advance. The director suppressed his opinions and only made one request: the speech should be written in advance.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Sushen looked at Fang Shan with a deep gaze.
When it comes to the ability to talk big, System Theory is second, and no one dares to rank first.
Fang Shan held down his twitching eyelids. "This is like asking someone else to do your homework for you. It's extremely bad."
Wei Sushen exposed it coldly: "Stop pretending."
Fang Shan's eyes flickered with joy, but he quickly extinguished it. He coughed and said, "Since the host has made such a sincere request, leave this kind of deception to me."
Wei Sushen was lying in bed before midnight, and Fang Shan was sitting alone at the desk, working on his manuscript with the night light on.
The keyboard sound was too loud, so he wrote directly with a pen. The sound of the pen was very light, but it still had some impact on Wei Sushen, who was a light sleeper.
Looking at the figure writing furiously, Wei Sushen's lips curled up slightly. The quiet system was like a painting, extremely pleasing to the eye.
Fang Shan was already an expert at making speeches passionate. The next morning, he held up the manuscript and asked for credit: "Let's take a look."
Wei Sushen shook his head: "Let's talk about it before rehearsal."
He has a very good memory, not a photographic memory, but almost.
Of course, the most crucial reason is that I am afraid of being brainwashed if I watch it in advance.
"Super Speaker" is the latest program. Compared with the old variety shows, although it did not have an audience base at the beginning, it is fresh enough.
The rehearsal was scheduled for Thursday. When Wei Sushen arrived, the director was scolding someone. The young man, who had been repeatedly admitting his mistakes, was as if pardoned when he saw someone approaching: "Director Zhao, it seems someone is looking for you."
Wei Sushen’s photo had gone viral on the Internet before, and the director recognized him at a glance, revealing a genuine smile... He also looks good in real life, and it’s obvious that he’s popular with the audience.
"Did you bring the manuscript?"
Wei Sushen nodded, and Fang Shan handed him the briefcase.
The director glanced at Fang Shan, his eyes filled with amazement: "Who is this..."
Wei Sushen: "Friends."
The director half-jokingly said, "If he wants to develop in the entertainment industry, I guess many young and handsome guys will have to give way."
After a few words, his attention was quickly drawn to the manuscript. His eyes seemed to be glued to the speech for a long time, and the look he gave Wei Sushen changed from strange to indescribably complex.
"You'll be famous." After all his years as a director, this was the first time he made such a confident prediction: "You'll be so famous that you'll be purple."
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