Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The two of them were filming a live broadcast, documenting the theater troupe.

"Master, Grizzly Bear, let's go to the TV station first and have an interview." Zhang Heku said to the two of them.

He kept Wu Heng's words in mind, and it only took half a day to successfully become Wu Jiawei's master, and he wanted to learn his methods.

The three of them immediately drove there.

Wu Heng also changed to a hotel this time. Here, through a high-power telescope, he can see the scene when the meat dumplings are delivered tomorrow. This is the simplest observation method.

If something went wrong with Zhang Heku's live broadcast, he would have to understand the situation through this before he could make a plan.

Wu Heng glanced at the Grizzlies live broadcast and found that the three of them had finished their interviews and were walking out of the TV station.

"Look, they seem to be doing a show!"

The grizzly bear saw two people on the roadside at a glance. One was holding a microphone and the other was carrying a camera. They were interviewing a passerby.

After the host finished the interview, he seemed to have spotted Zhang Heku and the other three, and quickly caught up with them.

"Hello, we are from the 'Wankou Talkative' media and we are doing a program. Can we interview you for a few questions?"

Before Zhang Heku could speak, Grizzly Xiong looked like he had a chance to show his face and said enthusiastically: "You can ask me anything."

“Our rule is to ask questions quickly and answer them quickly.”

Then all three were asked seven or eight questions.

They are all simple questions such as: who was the first emperor in history, name the five famous beauties in history, and the year the country was founded.

After the interview, the host glanced at the photographer, who understood the meaning and handed over the gift.

"You are a self-media company, how is your popularity?" Zhang Heku suddenly asked.

"Yes, it's not easy to do now. The popularity has dropped sharply." After the host finished recording the show, he also returned to his relaxed posture.

"Then why don't you come over to my house and take pictures? It's a large-scale folk custom. It should be popular."

Zhang Heku said as he showed the video and newspaper photos taken by his mobile phone to the two of them.

The two seemed to be attracted by Zhang Heku's words, looked at each other, and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Heku saw that he had successfully recruited two more media people, and made an agreement with them to arrive at the designated location before noon tomorrow.

"Remember to arrive on time."

"Master, Grizzly Bear, let's go."

Zhang Heku turned around and got into the vehicle, happily pulling in another tool man.

Two members of the media saw the three people driving away.

He was thin and wearing a black autumn jacket. He looked at the more delicate host and slowly opened his mouth:

"The answers are fluent, and the tower guards all have incomplete memories, especially these useless memories. It seems that there is a high probability that they are indigenous people and also characters in the plot."

The photographer, who was slightly put on weight and wearing a brown fattened sweatshirt, heard this and said:

"We checked on the Internet. Kui means the mythical Zhong Kui. There is also a local custom of pretending to be Zhong Kui and delivering meat rice dumplings. Among these three people, do you recognize the one with the round hat?"

"Of course I recognize it. Is that the most popular anchor who delivers meat rice dumplings? And did you just hear that young man calling the other party master? They are going to have a grand meat rice dumplings delivery ceremony. It's probably a plot area!" The host! humane.

"Is he the ghost master?"

The photographer turned on the playback and carefully observed the video of the three people just now, as if he wanted to see some suspicions.

"It's not bad, it doesn't look like a plot mission, but it might be related. They just seemed to be doing a live broadcast. Let's look for it."

"The broadcast has been closed, but since we have been invited, it is just right. Let's pretend to be the indigenous people we are now. It is not in vain that we wait for them here. Remember not to be exposed."

The two looked around, seemingly looking for the interview target, and left the scene while talking and walking.

Wu Heng also saw the host duo from the live broadcast. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he searched the Internet for "Wankou Talkative" self-media.

It is indeed an old account, not something newly registered in the past few days.

In their past videos, they often used various topics to interview passers-by, such as imaginary topics such as what to say if I give you 10 million, what to do if a hundred people have a crush on you, and so on.

And yesterday we continued to update the second episode of the previous program. It seems that the history question and answer category has not released a video yet. It looks like a new program that has just been produced.

But it was such a coincidence, a coincidental meeting, a coincidental program that asked questions about history on a large scale, and he agreed to film the funeral. Wu Heng could see it clearly from the perspective of a bystander.

These were enough for him to doubt. Even if his suspicions were wrong, it didn't matter. The worst he could do was turn four potential enemies into six.

Soon the next day came, it was already October 16th, which was the day of sending off evil spirits.

Near noon, Zhang Heku was entertaining everyone. People from all walks of life gathered together, and the media industry sat at the same table.

Wu Heng told Zhang Long's wife and Zhang Heku that they hadn't seen these relatives for twenty years and didn't like nagging, so he went to sit in the back room first. He could probably hear some of what was said outside through the window. What.

Zhang Heku walked to the media table at this time and chatted with everyone, seeming to be in high spirits:

"Hey, Master, what exactly happened when you were filming the rice dumpling delivery? Can you tell us about it? I see there are many comments under the video saying something is wrong!"

"This kind of thing is not appropriate to talk about here, so I won't talk about it anymore."

When Wu Jiawei heard this topic, he shook his head and really didn't want to mention it.

"Tell me about it, Master. My uncle said that talented people like you, who are destined to descend from the stars, will have their own unique skills. I really want to know how to make the atmosphere of the video so real."

Zhang Heku asked reluctantly.

Wu Jiawei could only shake his head and smile bitterly. How could it be untrue? It was already making trouble.

My wife almost died. This fact is not suitable to be mentioned at a funeral. I can only avoid saying it next time.

When the two "Wan Chai talkative" people heard this, they looked at each other again, and a key word caught their attention.

Wu Heng in the room felt a little strange, it seemed like it was a bit too much!

After staying in the room for a while, he walked out of the room and walked outside.

Zhang Heku saw him and hurriedly came up to him: "Uncle, are you going to get busy?"

"Well, it's still about the company, and your father and I have conflicting fates, so it's not suitable to send him off. You did a good job this time, and I'm very satisfied."

"Why bother? Do you know that I have always paid attention to you? Although my older brother is not good, you are my nephew and the person closest to me."

"Do you still remember the anonymous red envelope of 20,000 Hong Kong dollars you received when you were 18? It was an adult gift I gave you. I wanted to see how you would use it, but you took it all to spend time with your classmates."

Wu Heng sighed, and then looked at Zhang Heku with gratified eyes, seeming to be very satisfied with him now.

"I wasn't very sensible at that time. I thought it was a windfall. I didn't expect it to be given by you, uncle. I'm sorry, uncle, but I wasted your hard work."

Zhang Heku suddenly realized what he said and felt a little ashamed.

"It's okay. It's all over. I'll go and get busy first."

"Uncle, walk slowly."

Wu Heng walked out of the door, walked all the way back to the hotel, and exhaled.

His eyes instantly became extremely sharp.

Why bother with this Zhang? Something is wrong!

It is updated at 0 o'clock in the morning every day, which seems to affect the normal schedule of readers.

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After I post it every day, everyone reads it, and I look at the feedback. It’s basically after 1 a.m.

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It's been a little too cold in the middle of the night these days.

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So I decided.

Starting from December 3, updates will be made during the day.

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Readers, don’t wait for the update at 0:00 on the 3rd, which is 0:00 tomorrow, and adjust it to daytime on the 3rd.