The two of them are filming live broadcasts and documenting the theater troupe.
"Master, Gray 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 drove there immediately.
Wu Heng also changed to a hotel this time. Here, through a high-power telescope, you can see the scene when the rice dumplings are delivered tomorrow. This is the simplest observation method.
If something went wrong with Zhang Heku's live broadcast, he would have to use this to understand the situation on site before he could make a plan.
Wu Heng glanced at Gray Bear's live broadcast and found that the three of them had finished the interview and were walking out of the TV station.
"Look, they seem to be doing a show!"
Gray 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 quickly caught up with them.
"Hello, we are from 'Baymouth Chatter' media and we are doing a program. Can we interview you for a few questions?"
Before Zhang Heku could speak, Gray Bear looked like he had a chance to show his face, and said enthusiastically, "Ask me, just ask."
"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 of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
After the interview, the host glanced at the photographer. The photographer 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 hard to do now, and 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 while showing the video and newspaper photos taken by the mobile phone to the two of them.
The two seemed attracted by Zhang Heku's words, looked at each other, and nodded in agreement.
Zhang Heku saw that he had successfully recruited two media people, and made an agreement with them to arrive at the designated location before noon tomorrow.
"Remember to arrive on time."
"Master, Gray Bear, let's go."
Zhang Heku turned around and got into the vehicle, happily, and pulled another tool man.
Two members of the media saw the three people driving away.
She is thin and wearing a black autumn jacket. She looks at the more delicate host and slowly opens her mouth:
"The answers are fluent. Tower Guardian has incomplete memory, especially these useless memories. It seems that he is most likely an indigenous person and a character 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 Zhong Kui in mythology. There is also a local custom of pretending to be Zhong Kui and delivering meat dumplings. Among these three people, does the one with the round hat recognize It Comes?"
"Of course you recognize It Comes, the most popular anchor who delivers meat dumplings, and did you just hear that young man calling the other party Master? They are also going to hold a grand ceremony of delivering meat rice dumplings, which is probably a plot area!" the host said.
"He is 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 already been closed, but since we have been invited, it is just right. Let's go pretending to be the indigenous people we are now. It is not in vain for us to wait for them here. Remember not to be exposed."
The two of them looked around, seemed to be looking for the interview target, talked and walked, and left the scene.
Wu Heng also saw the host duo from the live broadcast. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he searched the self-media of "Baymouth Chatter" on the Internet.
It is indeed an old account, not something newly registered in the past few days.
In their previous 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, etc.
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 and 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 had not seen these relatives for twenty years and did not like nagging, so they went to sit in the back room first. He could probably hear what was said outside through the window.
Zhang Heku walked to the media table and chatted with everyone, seemingly in high spirits:
"Hey, Master, what exactly happened when you were delivering meat dumplings during the filming? 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."
Wu Jiawei When he 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 after hearing this. How could it be untrue? It was already making a big fuss.
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 inside the house felt a little strange, it seemed a little too much!
After staying in the room for a while, he walked out of the room and walked outside.
Zhang Heku saw it and hurriedly came to greet him, "Uncle, are you going to do some work?"
"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."
"He Ku, do you know that in fact, I have always paid attention to you. Although my brother is not good, you are my nephew and the closest person 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 used it, but you took it all to spend time with your classmates."
Wu Heng sighed, and in a moment looked at Zhang Heku with gratified eyes, seeming to be very satisfied with him now.
"I was not very sensible at that time. I thought it was a windfall, but I didn't expect it to be given by you, uncle. I'm sorry, uncle, 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.
There's something wrong with this Zhang Heku!
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 check 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 3rd, it will be updated during the day.
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By then, 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.