202 The master planner of the oracle, I will bring you to meet a netizen [1 more]
Lu Ningsheng was stunned and couldn't react immediately: "What, what?"
"Sorry, I heard everything." Si Fuqing lowered his eyelashes slightly and smiled, "Teacher Lu has been in the entertainment industry for so long, and he would never think that his future would be ruined by something like this, let alone you really have
Talent is just a matter of accidentally falling into the trap of a villain, you just lack an opportunity."
Are the golden scales just a thing in the pond? They turn into dragons when encountering wind and clouds.
"I, I only know." Lu Ningsheng used to hold concerts across the country and was used to big scenes. She couldn't calm down at this moment. Her eyes widened, "Qingqing, you said you wanted to invite me to sing for the Oracle's anniversary.
song?"
The player base of "Oracle" is so huge that even the princes and nobles of the principalities in the Western Continent are playing it.
In the past several IP co-brandings of "Oracle", the co-brands were all brands of the same level as RM and Lan.
Only Lan can perfectly reproduce several sets of top fashions in "Oracle".
It's a pity that these sets of fashions are not for sale at all, and are still sealed in the display cabinets of the Oracle headquarters building.
I have to say that the planner of Oracle is a genius. Even with the holographic game "Eternity" as inspiration, it is very powerful to be able to invent an online game like "Oracle" that is suitable for all ages.
"Yeah." Si Fuqing's eyebrows were casual, but his tone was serious, "I know people from the Oracle headquarters, and I just happened to log in to the game today and saw the notice of the official ninth anniversary song, so I will give him a song."
"Recognize?" Lu Ningsheng's brain was not full again, "Wait a minute, Qingqing, please let me take a moment, take a moment."
She leaned against the wall and breathed heavily. Suddenly she covered her eyes with her hands. She finally weakened and couldn't help but choke: "But my vocal cords..."
She went to well-known hospitals in various places, but the doctors said that she came too late and her vocal cords were damaged. She could sing normally, but it was impossible to perform on stage.
Lu Ningsheng no longer had any hope.
"I know a doctor." Si Fuqing held her shoulders and smiled, "He is an expert at administering medicine. Teacher Lu, don't you mind staying up late tonight and visiting with me?"
Lu Ningsheng raised his head, his eyes confused.
She couldn't keep up with her boss Fu Qing's speed.
Lu Ningsheng naturally didn't mind staying up at night, so she followed Si Fuqing around to a village.
Jiang Changfeng had just come out of the field and when he saw Si Fuqing, his expression froze: "Miss Si."
"I'll give you a performance." Si Fuqing said, "My friend, his vocal cords are broken. Can it be cured?"
"Vocal cords?" Jiang Changfeng put down his sickle and nodded slightly, "Okay, come in."
Jiang Changfeng was wearing a very ordinary hooded sweatshirt, but it could not hide his handsome features and extraordinary appearance.
At first glance, he is no ordinary person.
Lu Ningsheng watched the previous live broadcasts. She hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: "Are you really calling top-quality medicinal materials grass?"
Jiang Changfeng: "...Hmm."
They are all medicinal materials, each medicinal material has its own name, and the classification is different depending on the year. It is more convenient to call it grass.
Lu Ningsheng's hands were shaking. For the first time, she had hope that her vocal cords could be cured. She gasped: "What kind of god does Qingqing know..."
Jiang Changfeng's face was expressionless.
He also wanted to know who else Si Fuqing knew.
"Let me take a look." Jiang Changfeng checked it first. "The problem with your vocal cords started two years ago. You should have drank some poisonous water at that time. This poison is chronic and will only erode your vocal cords bit by bit.
, so you can’t feel it at first.”
"By the time you feel it, your vocal cords have already suffered permanent wear and tear, and it's too late for treatment."
Lu Ningsheng recalled it, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Yes."
It was Mo Yufei who fell out with her recently, and she realized that everything was done by Mo Yufei.
Mo Yufei had always taken care of her when they were at the Hera Conservatory of Music.
In just a few years, the people around me have turned into poisonous snakes.
The entertainment industry is indeed a big dyeing vat.
"But it's okay, it's only been two years." Jiang Changfeng said calmly, "If it's congenital, it will really take a lot of effort."
He took out a few more silver needles and sterilized them with fire.
A few minutes later, Jiang Changfeng said: "Okay, the poison has been removed for you. You can fully recover from the rest by drinking the medicine for a few days."
Lu Ningsheng touched his throat, a little disbelieving: "Really, is it really better?"
She was finally able to stand on the concert stage again?!
After trying her voice, Lu Ningsheng almost cried with joy after discovering that she could indeed hit high notes.
She hugged Si Fuqing and couldn't stop her tears from flowing: "Qingqing, thank you, thank you so much."
"It's okay." Si Fuqing patted her back, "You also helped me, please reciprocate."
Jiang Changfeng pursed his lips slightly and his eyes deepened a bit.
Everyone who plays "Eternity" says that the ghost-hand doctor only saves people when they are about to die.
But she herself can bear the word "helpful".
Si Fuqing is really a complex of contradictions.
"Doctor Jiang, this is the medical fee, you must accept it." Lu Ningsheng calmed down his excitement, handed over a card, and thanked him again, "Yes, it may not be enough, but this is all my current savings.
"
She spent a lot of money to treat her vocal cords. She has not had much work in the past two years, and her life can be said to be in a tight state.
"No need, it's just a minor illness." Jiang Changfeng said lightly, "I didn't do much."
Then she remembered that people in this village casually gave away a medicinal plant worth half a million yuan, and Lu Ningsheng said: "..."
She silently took the card back.
What kind of village is this?!
"I won't give you any benefits." Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Anyway, you already got it from my teacher."
When she couldn't see how Fang Mingquan became brain dead?
Jiang Changfeng: "..."
"But you did a good job, so I won't argue with you this time." Si Fuqing waved his hand, "I'm also afraid that the old man will go crazy if he keeps getting no information from me, and other people have no chance and are not reliable. You
If you still want medicinal herbs, just go in and get some, there are plenty in there, it’ll be fine.”
Jiang Changfeng stood up and replied, pinching his eyebrows.
Looking at Fang Mingquan's miserable condition, he didn't want to run into the Lord of Ghost Valley.
**
Early the next morning.
The program team went overseas.
It was the first time to shoot at sea, and the guests were quite excited.
Yuan Heping leaned on the railing and watched: "In the past, the Daxia River Road used to be from here, right? This used to be a battlefield."
"Yes." Shen Xiuwen nodded, "Many people were buried in Nanwuhai. In the past, it was a real war, and now it can't be filmed in movies and TV series."
"It is said that the Onmyoji of Dongsang failed to attack Dongzhou and chose to take a detour by sea." Si Fuqing said unhurriedly, "They once summoned the Hundred Ghosts at Night here, so there is something wrong with this seabed.
There are less undead."
"They keep floating, just waiting to pull the scapegoat into the sea. Teacher Mo, don't get so close there, be careful of being pulled down."
It happened that the hull of the ship tilted at this moment, and a huge wave hit the bow of the ship.
Mo Yufei's body went cold, she let out a scream, fell a few steps, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
This caused some astonishment among the other guests.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were also baffled.
[Mo Yufei is a bit timid, everyone knows that Si Fuqing is telling stories.]
[And I’ve heard this story too. Mo Yu screamed something, it scared me. 】
[I suspect that the person who entered He Yu’s room was Mo Yufei! I’m waiting for their company’s press conference in a few days.]
"Teacher Mo, it's all lies. What are you afraid of?" Si Fuqing stretched out a hand towards her and smiled slightly, "There is an old saying in our country, don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.
, as long as you don’t do anything, how can the undead find you?”
"What's more, this is the burial place of our Daxia soldiers. With them suppressing them, who dares to invade?"
After Mo Yufei calmed down, her eyes turned cold.
A new popular idol was actually warning her?
It’s simply a matter of life and death!
Do you think that once you have fans and traffic, you can become arrogant in the entertainment industry?
I really don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is.
"I know." Mo Yufei stood up and smiled charmingly, "I also know that the undead like to find little girls as scapegoats. Teacher Si should be careful."
"It's okay." Si Fuqing said nonchalantly, "I've played it before, and there's nothing scary about the Hundred Ghosts at Night. Ghosts aren't scary. What's scary is the human heart."
[Oops, my wife is talking nonsense again, I will drag her down and hide her in my golden house.]
[You must have drunk too much in front of me, this is obviously my wife.]
[Stop talking, love rival, draw your sword!]
Mo Yufei's face completely darkened, and she was smiling but not smiling: "Teacher Si really likes to tell jokes, and I have encountered him in Hundred Ghost Night Walk."
Let’s not talk about whether there is such a thing. Is there really a Si Fuqing who hasn’t been swallowed alive by a hundred ghosts?
Mo Yufei didn't look at Si Fuqing anymore and walked aside.
She turned her back to the camera, turned off the microphone, and said with a sneer: "Ning Sheng, we have been friends for many years. I haven't touched you, but that doesn't mean I won't touch others. You'd better remind me, this junior, to stop meddling in other people's business here.
, I don’t know how he died by then.”
Lu Ningsheng responded with a smile, his momentum not losing at all: "I'll give this to you. Don't die by then and still be jumping around here."
"Humph." Mo Yufei didn't care, "Ningsheng, I know you are arrogant, but you must also recognize the facts. When I get the qualification to sing the theme song of "Oracle", you must congratulate me.
.”
After she finished speaking, she left quietly.
**
The shooting dates at sea continued for a whole month.
Tomorrow is another regular weekly holiday for the program team. This time it will be a long one, lasting two days. After all, the recording has been done for so long, and the guests are all very tired.
Si Fuqing finally had time to log in to the Oracle.
She used the GM administrator account and directly clicked the administrator 000 in the list.
Number Zero is the chief planner, and the administrators all know it.
This chief planner can be said to be all-powerful, and he sometimes wanders around in the game.
Si Fuqing typed the next line in the dialog box.
【009】: One thing, I’m going to your headquarters in the afternoon, and the theme song hasn’t been decided yet, right? I’ll compose the music and lyrics, and then recommend someone to you, one-stop service, isn’t it beautiful?
As soon as this sentence was uttered, the other party had a reaction.
【000】:???
【000】:Wait! Please speak clearly!
【000】: This is not a question of one dragon or not. The question is how do you survive?!
Si Fuqing closed the computer and applied to her boss: "Boss, I want to borrow a plane."
On the sofa, Yu Xiheng raised his eyes: "Borrow a plane?"
"What's the matter? I haven't received any endorsement fees and I'm penniless." Si Fuqing touched his chin, his fox eyes lit up, "Boss, are you tired from work? I'll give you a shoulder squeeze for free!"
Before Yu Xiheng could say anything, her hand was already on his shoulder.
The man has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the muscles on his shoulders are also perfectly smooth, tough and strong. They feel great in the hand through a layer of shirt.
Seeing how serious she was in pinching her, Yu Xiheng took back her direct consent.
His eyes were slightly lowered, and there was a little more interest in his brows.
The girl's hands are very soft, and there are some thin calluses left from martial arts training on the fingertips.
But I have to say that she controlled the intensity very well, which indeed made him very comfortable.
Feng San came in with a fruit plate: "..."
Who is he, where is he, what is going on?!
How come Miss Si became a massage technician in such a blink of an eye?
Are you so dedicated to your part-time job?
After Si Fuqing finished squeezing, he rested his chin on the sofa behind him. He blinked with foxy eyes and said eagerly: "Boss, borrow the plane."
With such a tone and look, it was impossible for anyone to reject her.
He didn't intend to reject her either.
Yu Xiheng sighed: "The plane is parked on the roof of the hotel."
Si Fuqing accepted the application instantly. She straightened up without any hesitation: "Then I'm leaving."
She couldn't touch her fighter jet, but she could still touch the plane.
But who would have thought that in the next second, Yu Xiheng said unhurriedly: "Feng San, you must send the girl here."
Si Fuqing stopped and looked at Yu Xiheng.
She almost suspected that her boss knew about her driving skills.
Even if she is not allowed to touch the car, why is she not allowed to enter other cockpits?
Si Fuqing's face was expressionless: "You, don't call me girl."
"Um?"
"I feel like I'm talking to an ancient nobleman."
Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment and said calmly, "No."
He was not born in the palace, but in a ruined temple far away from the palace.
He was taken back to the palace at the age of nine and lived in a side palace in the cold palace. Even the eunuchs and maids could humiliate him at will.
It has nothing to do with the princes and nobles.
"Forget it, just scream." Si Fuqing put his hands behind his back, "Who makes you my beloved boss? Boss, don't be sad. You see your legs are healed. You are so good-looking. You are genuine.
Diamond King Laowu, you are so powerful, don’t feel bad.”
"You don't have enough time, it's time to go." Yu Xiheng held his head, raised his eyebrows, and said slowly, "Girl."
"Let's go." Si Fuqing rubbed his ears, "I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."
Feng San was walking in front, which was quite strange.
Yu Xiheng has always kept her emotions quiet, and her emotional control can be described as perfect.
All he can often feel is the overwhelming sense of oppression.
How could Miss Si be so attentive enough to notice Brother Jiu's emotional fluctuations?
He must be too careless.
Feng San was very ashamed.
He must learn from Miss Si.
Lu Ningsheng was waiting on the roof. He saw that Feng San had outstanding temperament, excellent appearance, and steady steps, unlike ordinary people.
She stood up hurriedly and said hello: "Qingqing, this is -"
Feng San said: "I am Miss Si's driver, Miss Lu, you don't have to be polite."
Lu Ningsheng: "...?"
She numbly got on the plane with Si Fuqing.
After meeting Jiang Changfeng, she no longer believed Feng San's words.
The layout in the aircraft is very simple, even a bit crude.
"This plane..." Lu Ningsheng said in surprise, "This plane is not simple."
Si Fuqing turned around: "What?"
"When I was studying at the Hera Conservatory of Music, I went to the University of Itno for a month as an exchange student, and I was fortunate enough to visit their aerospace laboratory." Lu Ningsheng said, "Their technology is very advanced, but I don't think this aircraft is the same.
Difference."
Si Fuqing smiled: "After all, Daxia has a long history of five thousand years, and our ancestors have a lot of wisdom."
Lu Ningsheng agreed: "Yes, but a lot of technology has been lost, which is quite a pity."
Soon the plane flew out of the Daxia border and arrived at the Western Continent.
The speed of the aircraft is very fast, but the fuselage is extremely stable.
This is the power of the Mohist organ technique.
The art of mechanism is a great ancient invention of Daxia.
The Mohist machine city built by the genius Mo Yanfeng more than a thousand years ago cannot be broken even now.
A few hours later, the plane stopped at the airport.
The headquarters building of "Oracle" is not far from Glen, in an international metropolis next door.
Before coming, Si Fuqing made an appointment.
When he got off the plane, he saw the obvious Western-style buildings. Lu Ningsheng was stunned: "Wait! We have gone abroad?!"
How long has it been?
Five hours at most.
Directly from Nanzhou to the Western Continent?
She must be crazy.
"Well, we're out." Si Fuqing put on his hat, "Teacher Lu, I'll take you to meet an online friend."
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Good morning~~
Let me tell you an interesting historical story. More than two thousand years ago, Luban made a wooden bird. This wooden bird flew in the sky for three days and three nights without stopping. So the technology in ancient times was really advanced~~
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