The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Xiao Yunsheng's words successfully caught the director's attention.

He strongly wanted to know what happened when the screen in their live broadcast room was black just now, so he showed off his director's style and asked:

"Are you sure that you found these ducks yourself and abided by the rules of the game?"

Throughout the aisle, in order to prevent the guests from recruiting not enough six ducks, they placed a maximum of ten ducks in each aisle.

No matter how powerful Fang Qingqing's group is, it's impossible to find eighteen of them at once, right?

Fang Qingqing was annoyed, grabbed her duck pocket, and asked angrily:

"Director, what do you mean?"

The director touched Mediterranean's head and said:

"There was a black screen in your live broadcast room for a few minutes just now. I want to know what you were doing during this time. Did so many ducks appear out of thin air during this time?"

Yun Yan glanced at the director lightly.

The director's mouth was closed as he wanted to press for more questions. This look in his eyes... was too oppressive. With just one glance, the director felt like a superior leader was coming to inspect and did not dare to say more.

Fang Qingqing quit, and asked each one:

"The screen is black? Did you know?"

Yun Yan: "I don't know."

Fang Qingqing: "Do you know?"

Xiao Yunsheng: "I don't know. How could I know? I'm still a child."

Fang Qingqing looked at their only cameraman, as if he was being tortured to extract a confession, "Do you know?"

The cameraman shook his head like a rattle, "I don't know. I don't know. I was just filming normally. How could the screen be black?"

director:……

This caliber was more consistent than that of the spies who were captured by the local government. How could he pursue it? Just when he was about to give up, he heard Fang Qingqing say:

"Director, we have been recording hard for a long time, but you can help us turn the screen black. Then the audience didn't see the interesting and fun scenes we designed in it. I wasted my brain cells and professionalism. How do you plan to compensate?"

director:……

The director is numb.

He...he really deserves to die. He provoked Fang Qingqing for nothing, and now he can't get off the stage.

He anxiously asked for help outside the court, but no one paid any attention to him.

The director is completely alone.

Seeing that the timing was right, Fang Qingqing clapped her hands and said:

"Director, since it's your fault in your job, let's do this. You can give our cameraman a bonus. As for the scenes that I spent so much time designing to make the audience laugh, just think of it as our own entertainment. I I won’t hold you responsible. What do you think of handling it this way?”

Before the director could recover from the shock, he received another look from Yun Yan, as if he were on top of a cold mountain.

He could only nod his head and said: "Okay!"

Fang Qingqing waved boldly, saying that if this was the case, then she would not care about the gains and losses.

Then he turned around and winked at the photographer.

When the photographer heard that Teacher Fang asked the director to increase his bonus, the corners of his mouth opened uncontrollably.

Not receiving any kindness from Fang Qingqing, he smiled and gave her an OK gesture.

Others don't know, but he has been following Fang Qingqing for so long, and he knows very well:

On the one hand, this increased bonus is Fang Qingqing's way of resolving the matter; on the other hand, it is feared that Fang Qingqing took it out of the director's pocket to pay for her hush money.

The cameraman was secretly happy.

He is quite smart, he can think of this!

He would never say anything about what happened inside.

Yun Sheng stared blankly at his little stepmother, thinking that she was so powerful, she could turn things around with just nonsense.

Immediately I admired my little stepmother even more.