On the Routine of President Wen

"Dingling, ringing..." An unfamiliar mobile phone rang in his ears, and Fu Yihuan woke up from his sleep with strong vibrations. He sat up and scratched his hair irritably. Fu Yihuan opened his eyes and looked around. He was not familiar with it. He closed the small apartment hard and then opened it again, but it was still not working. Now he can be sure that he has once again entered the system world created by "the love and hatred between me and the president".

A week has passed since the last time he completed a mission and left the system world. Just when Fu Yihuan almost thought that the so-called lighting up achievements and binding the system were just a dream, he inexplicably entered a brand new system world.

When he opened his eyes again, Mr. Rabbit's voice rang in his ears:

"Welcome to the "President's Overlord Treaty" in the system world. In view of the failure of the first system world "Second President Meets the Nemesis", the main system has been hit hard, and the next system world will make certain changes." Adjustment. 』

Fu Yihuan looked at the room he was in, while clearing his responsibilities: "It's no fault of me for the failure. It's because the plot of your system is really boring. I tried so hard to follow the script, and I tried my best to support the characters for you. In the end, I still don't know what to do." It's so bleak, from my professional point of view, the main system's misunderstanding of President Wen is not so deep."

Mr. Rabbit happily spun around and sprinkled flowers:

"Yes, after self-analysis of the main system, I found that I really didn't understand President Wen's routine deeply.After a week of market data analysis and system internal rectification, the main system will give you—Fu Yihuan, the exclusive editor of the president’s article, the highest authority. Congratulations. In each of the next system worlds, you can break through human settings and do whatever you want.However, you must achieve four points while conforming to the president's routine, that is, "Su Shuang sweet pet". 』

"Uh..." Fu Yihuan had to admit that the main system still has a long-term vision. After failing to test the waters, he was able to spend a week in-depth analysis of the market for President Wen, and discovered the current most popular routine of President Wen "Su Shuangtian" The key is to have a unique vision and know how to hand over the dominance to him. In this way, Fu Yihuan does not have to be overly suppressed by fixed characters. "So, what about the plot?"

"The plot will have different sub-lines, which will be changed randomly according to your words and deeds.In addition, Xiaosheng will no longer be responsible for issuing system orders, and will explain the full-time characters, and will not appear when it is not necessary. Therefore, the difficulty of the system world will be greatly increased, and you need to explore all kinds of unknowns by yourself. 』

After listening to Mr. Rabbit's introduction to System 2.0, Fu Yihuan had a general understanding in his heart. Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills. Isn't it just "Su Shuang's sweet pet", hehe, again, he is a professional, those plot routines, Come at your fingertips!

This room is very small, it can only accommodate a 1.2-meter bed and a small non-woven wardrobe. A wooden door is close to the foot of the bed. According to Fu Yihuan's estimate, the gap that the door can be opened is just big enough for him. Pushed out sideways.However, it is small, the house is neat and clean.

From this point of view, Fu Yihuan felt that he should be a pauper this time, a poor man with nothing to ask for.

While waiting for Mr. Rabbit to explain his identity, he heard the mobile phone next to the bed ringing again. This mobile phone, which costs about 600 yuan, rang earth-shatteringly. Just as he was about to connect, there was a "bang" from the wooden door. There was a loud noise, followed by a middle-aged man's rough voice: "Son of a bitch, let's make a noise early in the morning!"

Fu Yihuan was taken aback. He didn't expect that there were other people living outside the house, and he wondered: Who is that man?Swearing so badly, neighbor?Or, family?

Although I really want to ask Mr. Rabbit directly, but it said that it will appear on the stage to explain the characters when necessary. From the experience of the first system world, in all likelihood, it will not appear until it meets the characters on the stage. .

After thinking about it, Fu Yihuan ignored the man who was cursing outside the door, and connected the phone: "Hi, hello."

"Hey, what's the matter with you? What time is it and you haven't arrived on the set yet, do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, get out early!" On the other end of the phone was an angry woman with an extremely sharp voice.

set?Fu Yihuan took the phone away and switched it to the other hand, rubbed his almost deaf ears, and glanced at the caller's information on the screen, "Sister Chen (agent)".This is both a studio and an agent. Fu Yihuan guessed that he should be either a starlet or a studio worker. Judging from the bleak situation he saw so far, the latter was more likely.

A rough guess was made, and Sister Chen just stopped her barrage of questioning. Fu Yihuan was finally able to put his cell phone receiver together, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I overslept. I'm so sorry!"

Sister Chen snorted, and said angrily: "After three or ten minutes, if you fail to appear in Qiheng Film and Television City, you really don't want to have the chance to show your face in the future, and you just don't want to show up in the next three hundred scenes." went."

Hearing what Sister Chen said later, Fu Yihuan knew that he had guessed wrong before. He was not a crew member, but a starlet in the [-]th rank. He's just a street bastard.

However, he couldn't figure out one thing. Did Sister Chen's "next three hundred games" refer to the announcement for him?Even if there are [-] announcements, even if you can't show your face every time, it won't be so bleak, right?

"Okay, I'll definitely arrive on time..." Fu Yihuan couldn't ask any more questions despite his doubts. He hung up the phone in a hurry and stood up. He took out one of the only three sets of clothes hanging in the closet and changed into it. To open the door and go out, Mr. Rabbit's explanation came:

"You have a gambling father and a sick mother, and a wicked step-sister. You are busy making a living all day long, but you are always treated with cold eyes.You are as beautiful as a flower, with outstanding talent and ideals and ambitions, but you are deliberately suppressed by Xue Zang.You, who once swayed upwards for ninety thousand miles, now fall into the abyss and never see the sun.You, unwilling to fall, you, disdain for mud, you...』

"Enough..." Fu Yihuan forcibly interrupted Mr. Rabbit's long speech, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I, am I so miserable?"

Mr. Rabbit solemnly nodded:

"Five years ago, it was a smash hit, but now it is the ultimate transparency of the [-]th line. There is no film contract, no backer, and no reputation. It is referred to as "the third in the film and television industry". 』

"Little Sanwu?" Fu Yihuan rolled his eyes, "Is there another 'big Sanwu'?"

"You will know at that time, the time has not come, Xiaosheng is inconvenient to spoiler. 』

Opening the small wooden door, Fu Yihuan walked out of the bedroom sideways, and at a glance saw a middle-aged man lying paralyzed on the sofa by Ge You. The dark circles under his eyes are comparable to national treasures, his upper body is bare, his body is skinny, his lower body is only wearing a pair of baggy underwear, and he is puffing on a cigarette.

"Wang Wei, your stepfather is a jobless vagrant, a seasoned gambler, and has a bad temper. He depends on you for support but looks down on you from the bottom of his heart. 』

Seeing Fu Yihuan coming out, Wang Wei took a deep puff of the cigarette, sat up and pressed the cigarette butt on the crumbling wooden coffee table with missing legs, looked at Fu Yihuan, stretched out his hand, and shook it up and down: "Little bastard, I should get some today." Honor your father and me, right?"

Fu Yihuan was too lazy to respond to such a moth with healthy limbs who only knew how to ask for money and was full of farts. He walked straight to a half-open door without even looking at him. The moment he opened the door, he was stunned. In the room, a woman in her forties was sitting on the head of the bed, her sickly pale face still had charm, she thought she should be a delicate flower when she was young, her eyes widened unexpectedly when she saw him come in.

"Fu Wenfei, a famous singer who was popular all over the country 25 years ago, your biological mother, who has been bedridden for many years, has a weak temper and is the only one who really loves you and pity you. You can't forgive her for insisting on marrying Wang Wei and being cheated. Selling your scandal, breaking up with her for many years, but thinking about it in my heart, I worked hard to make money to treat her. 』

I went and opened the wrong door...

"Huanhuan." Seeing that Fu Yihuan was about to leave without saying a word, Fu Wenfei hurriedly shouted, "Wait!"

Fu Yihuan paused, looked at Fu Wenfei, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that Fu Yihuan really stopped, Fu Wenfei was very pleasantly surprised, lifted the quilt, walked slowly from the bed coughing, took his hand, and said, "It's nothing, you bring food and medicine to mom every day, but you don't I would like to look at Mom more and say something more to Mom, Mom thought you would never forgive Mom in your life, today you..."

"I'm not going to forgive you yet." Fu Yihuan pulled out his hand, turned and walked out of the room without looking at the stiff-faced Fu Wenfei, and closed the door.

The story has only just begun, and Fu Yihuan still doesn't know why this so-called ex-singer's mother, who really loves him and pities him, married such a wimpy Wang Wei, and why the scandal of easily selling him pushed him into such a situation. Holy Mother, even if the story is to forgive her at the end, it must be cleared up.

When he looked up, he saw Wang Wei standing in front of a dark green iron door with paint peeling off, and impatiently stretched out his hand to him: "Tsk, little bastard, you said you want to honor your father, why did you go to your sick mother? Simply put, I'm busy, 500 yuan."

"No money." When he was in the room, Fu Yihuan rummaged through every corner, and found a total of 250 yuan and [-] cents. Wang Wei actually reached out and asked for [-] yuan. Just kidding, where did he get it?

Upon hearing the word "no money", Wang Wei turned cold, pointed at Fu Yihuan, then pointed in the direction of Fu Wenfei's bedroom, and said viciously, "What a son of a bitch! I have occupied the land here for so many years, and if I ask for 500 yuan, I won’t give it. Even if I live in a kennel, I don’t live in vain! If you don’t give it, I will return all the medicines of Fu Bitch to the pharmacy later. Change money!"

Fu Yihuan felt that Wang Wei's voice was so loud that it could break through the clouds, and his IQ was so low that it pierced to the center of the earth. To say that this dilapidated house is a kennel is to say that he is also a dog in disguise. He thinks he is a dog. The dog will definitely dislike him for insulting his own breed.

In order not to go out, the neighbors would criticize him, and he was also worried that Wang Weizhen had sold Fu Wenfei’s medicine, so he rushed to Qiheng Film and Television City. Fu Yihuan took 50 yuan from his pocket and threw it on his face, gritting his teeth. Said: "Those medicines are almost all unsealed, and they can't be sold. Five hundred is not available, fifty loves whether you want it or not."

Wang Wei gave a "tsk", picked up the money on the ground, his face was very dissatisfied, he spat, and cursed several times, but he didn't stop Fu Yihuan anymore.

After being delayed for quite a while, Fu Yihuan barely made it to Qiheng Film and Television City in the last ten seconds. Just as he stepped into the studio, there was a burst of curses from his back feet. Sister Chen, who was only 1.5 meters tall, stood on a chair, almost I want to poke my finger into Fu Yihuan's temple: "You are a little guard, and you are still late! You are playing big, right? Ah? If you show your face, your tail will go up in the sky, won't you?!"

"I'm sorry, Sister Chen, something happened at home, I..." Fu Yihuan was shaken by the poke, and his high-pitched voice yelled into his ear, which made his head hurt.It's really embarrassing to be reprimanded by people poking their foreheads in public, Fu Yihuan resisted the urge to scold her, and explained in a low voice.

"An accident at home? Can you find some fresh excuses? You..." Sister Chen kept chattering on her own, completely ignoring other people's eyes and dissatisfaction.

"Stop making noise! ​​The investor is coming to inspect today, and the car is almost at the gate. What do you all look like in a row? What are you going to do? Who, take this backup guard to make up, Be quick!" a man in his sixties, holding a paper fan, wearing a black Tang suit, and a gray beard, snapped.

"Lin Runsheng, a well-known director, has a unique and sharp vision, and he has his own principles. He disdains to use the back door to rely on relationships. 』

"Yes, I'm sorry, Director Lin." Sister Chen froze all of a sudden, apologizing repeatedly.

Fu Yihuan thought to himself: Such an upright and upright director is generally an important turning point in the fate of the protagonist in the novel. We must seize it carefully and try to grab the camera under his nose. Only by getting up can we reach the pinnacle of life.

Following a makeup artist into the dressing room, Fu Yihuan found that it was a public dressing room, full of people.

The make-up artist handed him a set of black guard clothes and motioned for him to change into them. Fu Yihuan went to the dressing room, but saw a long queue, and he would be scolded by the make-up artist for being late, so he hugged the clothes Went to the bathroom.

After changing his clothes, Fu Yihuan couldn't help admiring himself in front of the mirror, and pulled out the saber by his side.His father is a professional martial artist and taught him many beautiful moves in his spare time.Seeing that there was no one around, Fu Yihuan's hands were itchy, and he performed several different sword moves in front of the mirror.

When the hand addiction stopped, there was a burst of applause. Fu Yihuan was startled, and turned around to look at a cubicle in the blind area of ​​the mirror, where there was a reasonable but unexpected person standing there.