"Liang Jia became the official writer representative."
"Writer representative? There are only four writers in the show, which means that one of us will be eliminated? Is that the case?"
The Xianxia male writer Yuan Huixing seems to be very anxious, because he has already become the target of the program group, and no one is willing to talk to him anymore.
Today, he is expressing his personal views, but at present, it seems that he should be the first one to be replaced.
"What? How is it possible? You want to replace me? Producer, have you made a mistake? I am the picket committee of the program group. As long as any writer or actor has any mistakes, I will picket them out immediately, even if it is You staff, I will never excuse my mistakes, although no one asked me to be, but I am willing. I just want the show to be more real, not to engage in any inside stories, and I don't like that kind of sneaky things."
After Yuan Huixing finished speaking, he looked at Liang Jia and the producer.
"Writer Yuanhuixing, you actually like Xiaohua. You have fallen in love with her while practicing yoga."
"Who? Who is Xiao Hua?"
"Producer's wife, in fact, you care about her."
"I'm talking about the little author of Wuliangye. I think you are talking nonsense. I am a cultivator of immortality. I put an end to all beauties, not to mention that she is not good-looking."
"What did you say?"
The producer's wife rushed up all of a sudden, as if she was going to challenge Yuan Huixing one-on-one.
"How did this happen? Could it be that it was really a dream? There was no ice on the ground, including the tornado, and the shark was even gone. The subsea tunnel? Haha, don't be ridiculous."
Liang Jia snorted, shrugged, and stopped grandma's arm.
"Granddaughter, are you unhappy that grandma is here?"
"How could it be? Grandma, I was thinking, those nightmares I had before were really annoying. I thought our entire writer reality show would be buried in the sea and never get out."
"Granddaughter, I heard them say that even your fairy tales are now horror movies?"
"Grandma, how could it be? I have changed very well. Pu Yangcai, a police writer, even praised me. Lu Depeng, a policeman, is also on my side"
As soon as Liang Jia finished speaking, he saw fireworks in the sky.
"Wow, it's so beautiful. Over there is the kingdom of heaven? It's a pity that we have to go back home. Wait, since we are going back home, what's the point of me becoming an official writer's representative? No, I have to follow the production team. Mrs. Pian, tell me. Xiaohua, Xiaohua, can you continue with the next item?"
"Next item? But my husband finally decided to go back to shore because of my illness."
"But you are not sick at all, is this a joke too much? Just to prove whether he really loves you? You are an old couple, so it is not possible."
"Little author of Wuliangye, you mean, you still have to earn money for this show?"
"Yes, otherwise, all the days we came out in the early stage would have been in vain."
"It also makes sense, so, let me ask my husband."
"He must be happy, and think you are very sensible. You are right according to what I said. The plot of the ghost that I wrote is probably, that is"
"Little Wuliangye author, think about it slowly, I'll go over there first, and talk to my husband. As long as you don't write me and him into horror novels." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com