Program and Assassin

Vera instinctively wanted to refuse, but this refusal was simply... a refusal. She considered that some people might notice what was happening here, and some gossip might spread in the community.

Sometimes you have to admire how talkative other people can be. Even something that is actually very ordinary can gradually deviate from the truth due to the spread of information by some "enthusiastic masses".

It's like that famous joke: a group of soldiers from different places are conducting a night march drill, and the person at the front gives the order, "No flashlights allowed!"

Using a flashlight in the dark can give away your identity, so there can be no light source when marching covertly at night.

Ultimately, they were exposed because the last people in the group brazenly used lights for illumination. When their instructors asked those who were using lights to travel, and why they weren't following orders, their answers were completely unexpected.

"No urinating or defecating!"

Accents, coupled with subjective speculation and embellishment, can easily turn "a handsome young man spent a night at Vera's divorced house" into "Vera has found a young gigolo from somewhere and they're already living together!"

And it escalated to the point where, with a certain malice, it was said that Vera supported her family by selling her body. Just think about it, why would a woman live in such a community and enjoy such high-quality services? She must have used dirty tricks!

This is why political leaders do not communicate through third parties, regardless of whether they are on opposing sides; they communicate by phone or even in person to ensure that they clearly understand each other's attitudes and decisions.

Vera worried that rumors would soon spread that she had found a "new lover," which was just a woman's instinct to protect herself, but she quickly dismissed the idea for the sake of safety and acquiesced to Lin Qi's request.

"I'll tidy up the guest room..."

Lin Qi nodded, then casually turned on the TV and started watching the Evening Program.

Nine-thirty is the best time of day in the Federal. In the past, people worked late, and capitalists would require people to leave work after seven o'clock. So people would go home, eat something, and get ready, and it would be almost nine o'clock by then.

After a long day of work, workers finally have time to relax, and they often choose inexpensive television entertainment to unwind, making this time slot a peak viewing period.

As for now, people may have finally regained some energy after a day of lethargy, and the viewership is still very high.

The State Television Station happened to be airing the Three Bastards talk show, a talk show focusing on hot political topics. Judging from the audience's reaction, the Three Bastards performed quite well.

"... As far as I know, you've always been doing professional men's Rugby commentary. Why did you suddenly decide to come on our show? Are you changing careers?"

As long as the money is there, there's nothing that can't be solved. With the driving force behind this matter, the host of the program had a big smile on his face, showing no sign of confrontation.

This is just a very ordinary question. There must be a reason why someone suddenly cuts in line to appear on the show. At this time, they can make their position clear. For example, they may not like certain things and happen to have found such a channel.

Or perhaps they want to try something new, transitioning from sports commentators to guests or even hosts of talk shows.

There is a great deal of content that can be answered. While arousing the audience's interest, introducing oneself and stating one's position are the most basic questions and answers. I have never made a mistake before, but this time is obviously different.

The Commentator Two, sitting in the middle, raised his hand. Just that one gesture made it seem inexplicably ridiculous. An adult raised his hand like a child in class, with a serious expression as if he were about to do something great.

You can't quite put your finger on what's funny about it, but you just inexplicably find it funny, and you might even chuckle.

"Choose me, I can answer this question!" he demanded earnestly, leaving the host no choice but to nod.

The microphone was handed to the Commentator Two, who immediately launched into a tirade against the host's face. "Those who know us know very well that we love money. Someone paid us to come and comment, and they don't mind if we tell the truth, so we came."

The host's face was blank with shock after being attacked. She even changed her posture drastically and looked at the director in the audience. Could this be considered a broadcasting accident? During the Live Broadcast, the topic of "being invited to participate in the program for money" was brought up. This is a fact that almost everyone avoids. Regardless of whether the guests who participated in the program actually did so, they all try to avoid and downplay this issue.

This gives the impression that their behavior on the show is driven more by money than by a neutral stance, even though they have never been neutral.

But this is the first time that guests like the Three Bastards have so openly admitted that they only participated in the show because of the money. The host could tell the director that he should quickly insert commercials or something to resolve their "script" issue.

But the director didn't seem to do that, giving the host no response whatsoever, leaving the host to continue facing this hellishly difficult situation.

She raised an eyebrow, glanced quickly at the cue card in her hand, then crumpled it into a ball and held it in her hand. This thing was useless now.

Drawing on her years of hosting experience, she followed up on the other person's line of thought, "Then it must be a lot of money?"

It's not a good time to abruptly change the topic at this point. Sometimes viewers are careless, but other times they are very sensitive.

Just as the Commentator Two was about to nod in agreement, the Commentator Three covered his mouth, Commentator One struggled to snatch the microphone back from the struggling Commentator Two.

He tidied his messy hair and said very seriously, "My friend just played a joke on me..."

What was initially a somewhat serious scene turned into a farce when the Commentator Two kick! Those familiar with the Three Bastards, as always, pointed at the TV and told their friends about the trio's past, while those who were meeting the Three Bastards for the first time also began to feel curious about them.

The host's lips twitched, and she rolled her eyes as she turned around, repeating, "A joke?"

Commentator Three forcefully covered Commentator Two's mouth while craning his neck to look closer at the camera with a smile, "Yes, that was a joke. We're here for our ideals!"

The laughter made the serious content seem less serious, and even if people realized they weren't joking, it was hard for them to dislike it.

It's possible that some people might dislike them, but most people feel that even if they aren't likable, they won't be deliberately disliked or targeted.

The atmosphere on the show immediately eased, and then these three scoundrels began to relentlessly attack the Governor Candidate ' various actions. Sometimes they would also criticize the governor's actions, especially the Commentator Two, who always "let slip" something in the middle of his speech.

At this point, Commentator One and Commentator Three would step in to save the day, perhaps by subtly manipulating him in a way that everyone could see, or by simply not giving him a chance to speak. Their clear stance and likable style quickly won over the audience.

"They're very interesting!" Vera, having finished arranging the room for Lin Qi, before coming down from upstairs and standing to the side watching for a while.

Lin Qi smiled and nodded, "These three guys have a very unique style. They don't make people hate them so easily, so even if they say something a little excessive, it won't backfire."

He looked up at Vera. "Don't stand, sit down and watch. The show has only just begun."

Vera hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

The two sat on the sofa watching a program, a very cheerful one. This was probably the first time this political news program had shifted from a serious to a lighthearted format.

The host wasn't quite used to it at first, but she quickly relaxed. Sometimes she would say some harsh things amidst the audience's gasps, but the audience soon got used to it.

As long as it's not excessively harsh or the content isn't malicious, people are generally able to forgive and even accept it.

Vera's occasional laughter made her feel relaxed. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed happiness so simply. When the show ended, she realized that she and Lin Qi were sitting very close together.

She didn't know when she had gotten so close to Lin Qi, and judging from the position Lin Qi was sitting on the sofa, it seemed that she had moved closer to him on her own initiative.

After the show ended, it was already 10:30, a time when most people were preparing to go to sleep. At this moment, their eyes met, and their hot breaths brushed against each other's faces. A flutter of excitement welled up from the bottom of Vera's heart.

Lin Qi kept smiling as he looked at her. She felt that if she didn't leave soon, some problems might arise.

Just as her emotions were about to break down, she stood up, turned around, took a deep breath, and said, "I've tidied up the guest room, I..."

She gritted her teeth and left quickly, as if staying even a second longer would be torture.

Lin Qi pursed his lips, got up and went upstairs. After a quick wash, he lay down on the bed.

The house has a central heating system; a boiler in the basement sends heat to every room, so even without thick blankets and clothes, you won't feel cold.

Lin Qi falls asleep very quickly; he's the kind of person who can fall asleep in seconds. This is a good habit, as it can help people quickly regain their energy and stamina in certain situations.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.

A shadow loomed in the gap beneath the bedroom door, blocking the light coming from outside.

He frowned slightly, remaining still in his sleeping position, and reached for the fountain pen that he had placed on the bedside table, unscrewing the cap and holding it in his hand.

It is said that this pen, which costs thousands of dollars, has a high-strength, wear-resistant alloy nib that will not deform even if it is accidentally dropped on a table. So, it should be able to pierce a person's chest, right?

The door slowly opened...