The world is an actor

Chapter 52 Retirement is Difficult! (seeking further reading and seeking investment recommendations)

"Who can tell me why Lei Chushan still didn't die?"

At the headquarters, Chen Yimou looked downcast.

The show was broadcast for eight days, and Fang Xiu's performance in every important plot was completely deviated from the expected design of the script.

Except for Yao Chen, the damned supporting characters are all living well in the play.

Fang Xiu, who was supposed to have tasted all the bitterness of the fairy world, not only remained unscathed, but even got Xie Sanfeng's foolish mist, and obtained a world-wide rare treasure for nothing!
He, Chen, has struggled half his life, and his wealth is less than a fraction of that of Fang Xiu, the tool-maker.

"The problem probably lies with Xie Sanfeng's Black Hidden Sword!"

The props team leader looked at the information he had just found out and said: "The Black Hidden Sword is made of a meteorite metal that flew over [-] light-years away. The material has never been discovered, and its specific characteristics are currently unknown!"

"I don't care so much, in a word, Fang Xiu must be controllable!"

Chen Yimou said viciously: "The trip to the cold region must teach Fang Xiu a big lesson, and let him know that not acting according to common sense is life-threatening!"

"All the characters who should die in the script will be arranged for me to travel to the cold land!"

"Then what should Meng Yuying do, she should have appeared after Fang Xiu was seriously injured!" Assistant Director Xu Bo asked.

"Screenwriter team?" Chen Yimou said angrily, "Hurry up and adjust the plot!"

"..."

Editing team: I won't be a screenwriter in my next life!
Cloud boat deck.

"What kind of material is this!"

Fang Xiu picked up a fragment of the armguard, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The fragment in the hand is the size of a thumb, and the material is hard, so it is difficult to crush it with fingers. On the north side of the fragment, there are tiny grooves similar to chips. It looks like...

Very technological sense!
"Cultivation civilization, the forging industry has developed to this point!"

Fang Xiu was very surprised.

Sure enough, the real world of cultivating immortals is far from the one described in the novel.

"Lei Chushan, Fang Xiu, what happened!"

Feng BuTong rushed to the deck with several law enforcement members, acting completely unaware of the astonishment.

Dazed with anger.

"Captain Feng, the murderer appeared and wanted to kill me, thanks to Junior Brother Fang who discovered it in time!" Lei Cuishan said.

Thanks to the word two, he bit him hard.

"What is the realm of the murderer, and where did he escape?" Feng Butong asked urgently.

"The realm of the murderer..." Lei Chuishan looked at Fang Xiu, and said in a deep thought: "The realm of the murderer fluctuates from high to low, very unstable, like an old wound that has not healed!"

"However, he has already jumped off the cloud boat and escaped!"

Thunder destroyed the mountain road, and the voice was decisive.

"I will carefully investigate all missing persons on board!"

Feng differently nodded: "But since the murderer has left Yunzhou, as long as the cabin entrance is guarded, the passengers in Yunzhou will no longer be in danger!"

"Brother Fang, are you okay?"

Fang Xiu followed Feng Butong back to the canteen on the fourth floor of Yunzhou, and Bai Linger hurried over, with unconcealable worry in her eyes.

After Fang Xiu left, she could see from the performance of Feng Budong and others that the program team was likely to arrange a big show for Fang Xiu.

Although she was anxious and worried for Fang Xiu, there was nothing she could do.

"It's okay, the murderer has already beaten me away!"

Fang Xiu touched Bai Ling'er's little head.

"Then I don't worry, Brother Fang is the best!"

Bai Ling'er caught a glimpse of the annoyance in the eyes of Feng Butong and Lei Cuishan, and thought of something, her eyes rolled away with a smile.

Needless to say, Fang Xiu didn't let the plot develop normally!

"Everyone, the danger has been lifted, and the Xuanye will arrive at the cold destination in two hours!"

Feng differently apologized: "I have arranged for the boat crew to prepare breakfast for everyone, please don't give me bad reviews!"

"Hmph, we've been stuck here for so long, and we're done with just one breakfast?"

"No, we demand a full refund of the Chuzhou ticket!"

"If you live in a second-class room for at least thirty spirit stones for one night, you must pay me back. I'm not a big injustice!"

"What about my dead brother in bed, has the murderer been punished?"

In the dining hall, everyone protested angrily, and the quarrel became a pot of porridge.

Feng Butong could only smile apologetically and explain in a low voice.

In the canteen, staff members with boats came in one after another, preparing breakfast for everyone, and after a while, they began to serve breakfast for everyone.

Fang Xiu glanced at it and immediately lost his appetite.

Those who are in charge of distributing meals are all old disciples of the outer sect in their seventies and eighties.

They are old and weak, unable to engage in various services in the outer sect, so they can only be arranged in such a position.

It can be regarded as a means for the sect to encourage re-employment and reduce retirement expenses!
"Let's have a bowl of egg drop soup!"

A somewhat sloppy old man walked up to Fang Xiu with a bucket, filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Fang Xiu. The saliva at the corner of his mouth became silky, and he couldn't hang it in the soup, and his hands were trembling.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Fang Xiu quickly reached out to pick up the bowl, and the egg soup in the bowl wobbled, almost covering the old man's black and mutilated nails several times.

"If a teenager doesn't cultivate, it's hard for a boss to retire!"

Fang Xiu looked at the egg soup in his hand with complicated eyes.

No matter which world it is, old-age care is a difficult problem!
"Old Zhentou, you guys should clean up the cabin after breakfast is delivered, you're just dawdling."

Feng differently drank a big bowl of egg soup, wiped his mouth, and reprimanded: "This month's performance is not up to standard, and retirement will be delayed by ten days as stipulated!"

"Feng Tou, I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it anymore!"

The slovenly old man smiled wryly, and begged, "The Xuanye is so big, we can't finish it with just a few of us old guys."

"Keep working if you can't finish it, don't even think about retiring until you die!" Feng differently sneered: "The rules set by the sect, it's useless for you to tell me!"

"Since you have to work until you die, why not die now!"

The sloppy old man sighed weakly, and as soon as he let go, the wooden barrel full of egg soup fell to the ground, and the steaming egg soup spilled all over the floor.

"Old Zhentou, do you want to rebel?" Feng Dongtong was furious: "Don't think you are an old man, I can forgive you lightly!"

"Hehehe, they are all dying people, are you still afraid of your punishment?"

"Dedicating our whole lives to the sect, even if we don't make any contribution, hard work is always worth it. There is nothing to be afraid of if you can't get your breath before you die!"

"I have feelings for the sect, and it doesn't matter if I die, but when I die, someone in the sect will know me and remember me!"

In the canteen, the other three old people who were responsible for cooking also threw away the food in their hands, and their words were full of incomprehensible bitterness.

"You old things, are you crazy?"

Feng Budong was extremely shocked, as if he hadn't expected such a situation at all.

"Crazy, we are crazy, but we must be crazy once in a lifetime!" The sloppy old man suddenly laughed: "If you don't go crazy, you will die!"

"fall down"

The other three old men clapped their hands at the same time,

In the dining hall, everyone who was eating just now felt dizzy for a while, all the strength in their bodies was lost, and they collapsed to the ground like mud.

(End of this chapter)