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Chapter 71
"He can't kill Qi Qing!" the deputy director called.
"Can you make a call? Gosh, it's time to give them built-in headphones!" another person called.
"Even if there is, do you think he will listen?!"
"I just said that they have to have built-in punishment facilities, miniature implanted electric shock devices, etc., these people will not be obedient if they are not punished!"
"The next one will be there, but the problem is that this one is not there yet!"
"Can't let them kill Qi Qing!"
Yakovsky took a sip of wine, and there was a mess in his headphones. He did not speak. Some people actually squeezed into his office and said that he had to give an explanation immediately so that he could plan the next step. And still yelling on the channel.
"Qi Qing is our person!"
"They are all'our people'."
"He can't kill Qi Qing, that's Qi Qing!"
"Why not?" Yakovsky said, "This is a killing show, not a theme park for men's games."
As soon as he finished speaking, another explosive feedback greeted him. Both planning teams were fried, and the phone number on the official website was blown up.
Qi Qing's popularity is quite high-I really admire the sincerity of his planning team, his face and personality are antonyms-he can be ruthless when he needs to do dirty work, and has always had a tacit understanding with the planning team.
There must be such a person. You have to control the development of the show, kill certain people, or achieve certain goals, so that fools believe that everything in reality shows is random.
Another communication came in and Yakovsky took a look. Georg’s was really painful.
Yakovsky dried all the wine in the stainless steel bottle before he could muster the courage to connect it.
The first sentence of the boss said: "He can't kill Qi Qing!"
"He may not be able to kill Qi Qing, he is hurting." Yakovsky said.
"Oh my God, I should put collars on them so that they will be obedient on and off the court!" Georg continued, "Do you know how much money they can make a day now? I want them all to live, which one to die The next round of performance appraisal will be ugly!"
"But when you get here, you have to die." Yakovsky said, "This is the route in the summer, and looking at the ratings of the third game, everyone just wants to watch this—"
"Then he can't kill Qi Qing, that's Qi Qing, and he's not just a newcomer!"
"But our popularity has always been maintained by dead people." Yakovsky said, "Qi Qing is very popular now, but the audience's interest shifts very quickly. We never let someone live all the time. The way we make money, It is to guide them to pay attention to new people."
"This is your suggestion?" Georg said, "Leave it alone, let him kill Qi Qing and turn the entire third field into a carnival show?"
"I didn't say that." Yakovsky said, "Boss, do you really know what you are going to do in the summer? Normal people do this to go to death, and he is hurting—"
Georg snorted.
"You just want Qi Qing to die." He said.
Yakovsky wanted to say something more, and the phone hung up.
The messy quarrel in the earphones came in again, and a lot of people were talking about "rating", "popularity" and "popularity PK victory" and so on, he fumbled to find the wine bottle again, and he didn't think it came. I couldn't hold on to it for a second.
Yakovsky's brain was empty for a while, then he called back, but there was no response at all. The boss is like this.
He kept beating nervously, and his mind was full of "Did you have a problem with your brain? Didn't you see what summer is going to do? He is crazy! But even though he is crazy, he is still the company's biggest cash cow. He is going to die." You can explain to the above. By the way, he still has a backstage. I will never explain to Minkov why something happened in the summer!"
——He saw the kid twice at a private banquet. He was just a kid, but the way he stared at people made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to look directly at those eyes at all.
In short, he is not as assured of summer safety as Georg.
He knew how bad summer was hurt and what he wanted to do.
This person... doesn't really think he can survive. He is very smart, with first-rate talent in killing people, and has the tenacious nature of the down town, so he can live to the present. But from some point in his life, Yakovsky thought... he was just looking for a way to die with dignity.
He laughed nervously.
What's interesting is that when such a person starts to confront the planning team and says who he is going to kill, the whole world believes that he will succeed. Everyone thinks that he is so strong that he will have what he wants.
If he said that the world should be destroyed, there would be no need for the entire floating city to exist.
He knows why, this is the result of their diligent creation for so long.
No one answered there. Joe Boss was probably having a good time with his bed partners of men and women. This is what he mainly does in life.
And the noise in his earphones continues, although Qi Qing is also a master, and his elite team has gathered three, twelve people, and it continues to increase... But these people behaved as if he was only selected by the summer , It's only for death on the spot.
On his right hand side, there is always the real-time monitoring information of the summer public relations media. The number of registered fans has now reached a dizzying astronomical number and is still increasing.
This is a fast-changing show. You can always find more exciting plots, the most interesting characters, the most conflicting relationships, and the truth of friendship, passion, passion, betrayal, and humanity... Everyone seems to be there. Do the same thing and lose interest in one thing at the same time.
What they have to do is to guide them to do it, spend money, and guide them to become obsessed with new things while losing interest. All this is what they have done bit by bit over the years.
Keep everyone crazy and don't think, he thought, this is their job.
In this world, no one can escape the killing show and everything it radiates. You don't need reason, just follow the trend of fanaticism.
He opened the virtual homepage of the Temple of War and looked up at the bloody idol he guided and built.
The corpses at its feet are increasing rapidly-some time ago, the media wanted to play the warmth card of the victims, but they were ridiculed severely. After so many years of killing show, who cares about your rich people's dreams and sad relatives?
He has seen a theory that said religion is a deception of human nature, which is really naive. People need a god, so it exists, and it will cover the sky like a dark cloud-or "like the sun shining on the earth." It is a disease in human nature, even if their technology can now cure all diseases, it will follow them to the end of the world.
This is the way to sell a product, no one can refuse. In this era of consumerism, there is nothing more representative of the peak of the business of the Floating Gold Group than selling a god.
It’s just that when you create a god, you have to pay a price. God is never a game.
Yakovsky watched the growth of this radiant god of destruction with morbid interest, adding to it, this is a god that contrasts with the world.
In the real-time video on the main screen, Xia Xia gave himself another injection of painkiller. He was very skilled in doing this, and he didn't care.
The potion will relieve the pain, but it will also prevent you from accurately judging the injury. If necessary, stop and protect yourself. It will only allow you to travel all the way toward the cliff. But summer never cares about this.
Bai Jingan watched him inject painkillers without hesitation, and said, "Summer!"
Xia Xia turned his head and smiled at him, and said, "It's okay."
He stretched out his hand to embrace Bai Jingan's shoulders, and said nonchalantly, "You will take care of me, won't you?"
"But you have to control it yourself." Bai Jingan said.
Xia Xia smiled at him again and rubbed his hair. It was hard to imagine that there would be destruction under such a bright smile.
They couldn't see anyone, Yakovsky thought. They knew it themselves...maybe not. Maybe this is a tacit understanding that he has never been able to figure out. He sometimes sees this kind of things in people in Xiacheng, a certain dignity found in death and despair-he is quite sure that Bai Jingan belongs to Xiacheng, and there is no evidence. But his instinct has always been accurate.
Living in that kind of place, these people never expect to live, they have their own set of standards.
In the night, Xia Xia's face was pale from blood loss. Yakovsky felt that what he did was crazy, but the man seemed to know very well what he was going to do.
Then, he saw Bai Jingan smile towards Xia Tian.
He rarely showed such an expression, the indifference and alienation faded, and underneath was another person. In the night, his pupils reflect light and look handsome, but you can't describe it as a gem or star. It was broken glass that could kill people or the reflection of a blade. There was too much darkness, and you would see blood when you touch it.
But they look so intimate and casual, and they look like good buddies who are going to fight in groups.
Yakovsky somehow thought of the N area riot, which seemed to have started with a similar simplicity and fatality.
A cold wind blew in from the window, and he shivered, thinking that this kind of people can be drawn together, and then we have to let them live together. What a masterpiece.
When Xia Xia and Bai Jingan arrived at the arsenal, the atmosphere was already extremely tense.
Most of the people surrounded there, and some were arriving one after another. Three people were already dead on the ground.
More and more powerful teams have joined the elite lineup. In a blink of an eye, there have been six, and more powerful teams have come to negotiate. Some stayed, most did not. Everyone faintly knows where the boundary is, where is the boundary between death and strength.
Those who were brushed off did not leave, but stared at the group of people and kept talking.
Each of them knows what it means to be given all the hot weapons by these people, and they will have no room for resistance and become purely slaughtered.
The network logistics of several strong teams are trying to open the door. The lawyer in charge led his team and stood by with a smile, watching the young people “fully compete”.
Someone in the crowd shouted: "You can't take everything away!"
"If you do it, you won't be the opponent of so many of us--" someone else said.
"If you want to do it, welcome to take a step forward." Qi Qing said.
No one came forward, and after twenty seconds, summer arrived.
He walked out through the crowd and said to Qi Qing: "I want to go in."
He felt like a ray of light, tearing through the darkness, Yakovsky thought, sitting upright.
The ratings of the third game have reached an astonishing height. Each killing show in the past has such a curve, accompanied by a large number of bloodshed events, to sacrifice to the bloody business totem of the Floating Gold Group. And looking at this line, today will definitely be a bloody carnival night.
On the floating city, their gods have such a humble and desperate battlefield.