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Chapter 139 I will not record this chapter

The man was about forty years old, with a slightly bald head and a round face.

Mu Hua did not pull his hand away, and took advantage of the situation to tap Ling Haizheng's chest a few times, "Brother Ling is so nice, come, I toast you."

"Xiaohua is becoming more and more sensible." Ling Haizheng pinched his cheek with a smile.

Mu Hua grabbed his arm and shook it: "Isn't it because Brother Ling loves me? Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous."

"Hahaha...."

Ling Hai laughed a few times, obviously very satisfied with Mu Hua's obedience, "Then tonight..."

"Of course I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight." A blush rose on both sides of Mu Hua's cheeks. He pretended to be shy and punched Ling Haizheng's chest, "Brother Ling is naughty~"

Ling Hai pinched his butt in an indecent way and said with a sinister smile: "I'm not bad, do you like it?"

"I like people like Ling." Mu Hua made circles on Ling Haizheng's chest with her fingers, "Then the best lyricist~"

At the same time, he took out a bank card from his pocket with his other hand and stuffed it into Ling Haizheng's trouser pocket.

Ling Haizheng's expression remained unchanged, and he laughed, "I'm just an insignificant judge, I can't do this."

Mu Hua shook his arm and pouted, "Brother Ling, there are three million in here, which I gave to you as a gift."

"Hey! No problem." Ling Haizheng's smile deepened, "Our Xiaohua is still a good person."

"Then I would like to thank Brother Ling first." Mu Hua picked up a glass of wine.

The room was full of joy.

Gradually, some indescribable sounds were heard.

Ling Jing, who was guarding the door, turned his phone around in his palm.

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Love cabin.

I didn't record any useful content for two consecutive days.

Director Feng got very angry in the director's room.

Even the six guests were not spared.

His loud, angry voice could be heard from far away.

"I told you guys a long time ago, deep affection, deep affection, do you understand? Do you know what deep affection is?"

"Nowadays, netizens love to see the guests fighting with each other and the undercurrents surging. Can you guys pay more attention?"

"Or is it that Lu Songxi has no appeal to you at all?"

"Does it have to be like Lu Linxing?"

The staff members did their jobs with trepidation and were full of sympathy for the guests.

It's really difficult for them to meet such a petty director who blames everyone else for all the big and small mistakes.

Lu Songxi frowned in disgust, "Director Feng, I told you not to mention his name."

As long as Lu Linxing is around, in the eyes of others, his adopted son is inferior to him.

"Don't let me mention it now. You were the one who came to me and asked me to fuck you."

"You swore that we would become famous if we imitated Lu Linxing's path to fame, but what about now? We are famous, but we are just black-and-white."

Director Feng smiled evilly, he had already started to attack indiscriminately.

Lu Songxi’s fair little face turned pale with anger.

If he had a knife in his hand, he would definitely kill Director Feng.

The guests stared at them with eyes wide open, with the words "eat melons" clearly visible in their eyes.

Ring ring ring…

The sudden ringing of a bell interrupted the dull atmosphere in the studio.

Guest No. 2 answered the phone despite Director Feng's murderous gaze.

Director Feng frowned, but saw that Guest No. 2 suddenly became angry.

"How much did you say? You want me to pay 10 million for this piece of crap."

"Although I didn't have much education and didn't graduate from junior high school, I'm not so poor that I can't even count a single one."

Insurance company manager: "You damaged Mr. Hawes's book. Experts have found that a corner of the book was torn."

"Mr. Hoss bought insurance for that book at a high price here. So, you have to pay a total of 10 million in compensation."

Guest No. 2 was stunned. He remembered the book he had casually flipped through.

A trace of regret suddenly appeared on his face.

The manager of the insurance company continued, "It is clearly written in the contract that Mr. Huo signed with you that the compensation must be paid within two days, otherwise we will see you in court."

Guest No. 2 was really scared now. He begged in a low voice, "Two days is too tight. Can you give us a few more days?"

The insurance manager said coldly, "No, Mr. Hoss said the money must be in the account within two days."

"Then call our director Feng. He asked me to do all this." Guest No. 2 gave up.

Ten thousand dollars is the maximum he can take out.

Return ten million?

It was so funny, he had never seen so much money in his life.

When he was mentioned, Director Feng frowned and asked impatiently, "What are you talking about? Why are you looking for me?"

"Our Director Feng is here, you can talk to him."

Guest No. 2 threw the phone directly to Director Feng.

He picked up the phone suspiciously.

The insurance manager briefly explained it to him.

Director Feng only noticed the 10 million, and his anger rose. "I don't have the money, but I have a life. If you want it, you can take it."

He hangs up.

He poked his finger over, leaving several nail marks on guest number two's forehead.

"I'm telling you, don't try to blame me for your own troubles."

"Did I let you touch that damn book?"

"Your hands and feet are not clean, you have to pay for the 10 million yuan yourself."

Guest No. 2 sneered, "If I wasn't recording your crappy show, would I have touched the book? It was you who insisted on opening the door and blocking the Love Story program crew.

It turns out that they didn't even plan to go diving, and now something has happened, and they blame it all on me. How can you be so awesome? "

"You, you, you..." Director Feng was so angry that his fingers trembled several times.

Guest No. 2 rolled his eyes and said, "What are you talking about? I'm telling you, I won't record this show anymore."

"All day long, there is nothing to do. There is no content at all. All day long, it just relies on other people's traffic."

"They hired trolls to leave positive reviews for a crappy theme song. They just hired trolls to discredit Love Story all day long."

"How many legs do you have?"

Director Feng's face turned pale and sparks appeared in his eyes.

He glared at guest number two as if he wanted to eat him.

Guest No. 2 put his hands on his hips and said, "If I were you, I would just bang my head against the wall and die. What's the point of living in this world if you can't accomplish anything?"

He turned his head and looked at the photographer beside him, "You should turn on the live broadcast now. This is a great scene. Not every variety show can have a quarrel between the guest and the director. If it is exposed, the traffic will explode!"

The photographer carried the big camera and thought to himself, you are quite smart.

Director Feng was interrupted by this and looked over.

He looked at the machine that was glowing red and jumped up in anger. "You are f*cking sick! Who told you to actually turn on the machine?"

The photographer shuddered. "The live broadcast has been on all the time. You didn't tell me to turn it off."

"live streaming??!"

Director Feng's voice was raised high and he glared at the photographer.

Lu Songxi's expression also changed.

His eyes rolled quickly. I think he didn't say anything he shouldn't have said.