Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

at the same time.

In the corner of the broadcasting room.

Pengpeng huddled there, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring blankly at the middle-aged man not far away.

You see, he was considered Teacher Huang's apprentice. He used to admire this erudite and talented Teacher Huang quite a bit, and he was happy to become Teacher Huang's apprentice for a while.

However, there's a saying that when you get too close, the filter is easily shattered.

So after becoming Teacher Huang's apprentice, he got to know him better and found that Teacher Huang was just an ordinary middle-aged man.

Moreover, they care a lot about empty fame and are quite pretentious.

But now.

Listen to this!

Listen to all of you!

"So I was being superficial."

Peng Peng sniffed, feeling incredibly ashamed, and even wanted to slap himself twice.

"Is this the responsibility of the older generation of artists? Is this what it means to be a teacher for a day and a father for life? Teacher Huang was actually willing to take the blame upon himself for Brother Mo'an's sake."

At that moment, Teacher Huang's somewhat greasy and pretentious middle-aged image collapsed instantly in Peng Peng's eyes, replaced by a tall figure radiating holy brilliance.

His long-dormant, even somewhat disdainful, admiration for Teacher Huang now surged forth like the Yellow River overflowing its banks, becoming unstoppable.

Just as Peng Peng was feeling sentimental and wanted to rush up and hug Teacher Huang's leg and cry his heart out,

Beside him, the chief director, Wang Yuzheng, who had been out of touch with reality, finally snapped out of his daze as if he had been doused with cold water.

He snapped out of his daze, which had caused his worldview to collapse.

Looking at the master and disciple in front of him, who were practically about to chop off a chicken's head and burn yellow paper to become sworn brothers, Wang Yu was speechless and his mouth twitched wildly.

"And you're even going to shoulder the burden together?"

"Do you even know how many bombs those were? The yield was so high that even if our entire production team were tied up together, we couldn't afford to pay for it!"

Wang Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; the sweat kept pouring down his face. He knew this was not the time to watch this master-disciple drama unfold.

The most urgent task is to retrieve those deadly things that are scattered outside!

If some villager accidentally detonates it, then Wang Yuzheng might as well quit being a director and go on a pilgrimage to the West.

He ran outside.

"Quick! Don't just stand there!"

Rushing out of the broadcasting room, Wang Yu gathered his staff and roared:

"Everyone! Listen up, everyone! Get into the village right now!"

"Go door to door! By any means necessary, get back all those...those lumps of iron that the villagers took from them!"

"Anyone who can't collect the money can quit! Get out of here!"

The staff were startled by the director's ferocious expression, but no one dared to be careless. They quickly scattered and rushed into the village.

however.

However, things took an even more difficult and outrageous turn of events than Wang Yuzheng had imagined.

At the west end of the village, is Li Erniu's house.

"Uncle, could you give us back that...that lump of metal? It's a prop, we still need it."

A young director, all smiles, spoke to Li Erniu, who was squatting by the door smoking.

Li Erniu exhaled a smoke ring, glanced sideways at the director, waved his hand, and gave a knowing look:

"What do you mean, 'return'? Didn't that young man on the radio just say it's a script? We're supposed to play along!"

"What? You think my acting was bad? Are you looking down on me?"

The director was so anxious he was almost in tears: "It's not an old man, that's not the script, that's real..."

"Really what?" Li Erniu glared, interrupting the director. "That Teacher Huang just admitted it's just a script! You city folks, why are you two-faced? Trying to cheat us out of the props and save on rent, huh? No way!"

As he spoke, Li Erniu stood sideways, blocking the gate to the courtyard where the aerial bomb was located, displaying an attitude of "I'd rather die than lose this prop."

Similar scenes played out in every corner of the village.

The villagers are now getting more and more into their roles, and more and more serious than the last.

They concluded that this was a new trick from the production team.

There are even more outrageous ones.

There was also a mischievous kid who ran right in front of Wang Yu and unleashed his ultimate attack.

There, the child was holding a small leather whip and vigorously lashing it at a round landmine on the ground.

"Snapped!"

"Spin it! Spin it!"

The landmine spun around on the ground, and every time it scraped against the ground, Wang Yuzheng's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh my god! Stop smoking!"

Wang Yu let out a scream and rushed over, disregarding his image, to try and snatch it away.

The child thought he was there to steal the toy, so he grabbed the landmine and ran, kicking it like a ball as he ran, shouting, "No way! It's mine!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Yuzheng's vision went black, and he almost fainted on the spot.

Just when the production team was in a state of panic, fighting wits and courage with the villagers in order to retrieve the bomb, and even almost kneeling down to the villagers.

the other side.

Teacher Huang led Li Mo'an out of the broadcasting room.

Teacher Huang feels great right now, believing himself to be the embodiment of justice, the conscience of the entertainment industry, and a towering tree protecting his apprentices.

He walked with his hands behind his back, his steps light, and a calm smile on his face.

Li Mo'an, who was following behind him, had a calm expression and was still holding the hoe he hadn't put down.

Although I had just promised Teacher Huang that we would carry it together, I was also touched by Teacher Huang's kindness.

But he is a very methodical person.

Since the director and the others have already gone to collect the bomb, he doesn't need to worry about that anymore.

But that road isn't finished being dug up yet.

This is because he feels uneasy because he hasn't finished his work and he always feels like something is missing.

"Teacher Huang, I'll go take another look over there. There's still a section of roadbed that hasn't been cleared."

Li Mo'an pointed to the unfinished dirt road not far away and said in a calm tone.

Teacher Huang was about to nod and praise the child for being dedicated and seeing things through to the end.

However, what happened next made him feel that something was wrong.

Because at that very moment.

suddenly.

A series of footsteps approached, orderly and heavy.

The footsteps were completely different from the villagers' leisurely pace, exuding a sense of decisive discipline.

Teacher Huang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up.

"This is......"

A group of people in uniforms were seen striding towards them.

The leader was an old policeman with gray hair.

It was Old Zhang, the same police officer who had dug up the bomb with Li Mo'an before and cheerfully threw it out like scrap metal.

This time, however, Old Zhang didn't ride his old bicycle.

He was accompanied by four or five young and strong police officers.

When Li Mo'an saw this group of police officers, his expression changed.

At this time.

Old Zhang and his men had already approached.

Seeing the change in Li Mo'an's expression, Old Zhang sneered inwardly.

He felt that the kid was feeling guilty because he had lied to him before.

After all, although Li Mo'an had said it was a bomb when he asked, it was too calm.

He felt that Li Mo'an had said that on purpose, to figure out what the old man was thinking and to play psychological games with him.

Old Zhang was seething with anger. He strode forward, pointed at Li Mo'an, and was about to reprimand him.

however.

Li Mo'an spoke first:

"Well, let me explain first."

"I won't listen!"

Old Zhang rudely waved his hand, interrupting Li Mo'an abruptly.

He doesn't want to listen to this kid's nonsense anymore.

"Listen to me."

Li Mo'an frowned, but remained calm overall as he spoke.

"I won't listen! I won't listen!"

Old Zhang was like Lu Yu, who covered her ears to avoid listening to the monks chanting sutras; her attitude was extremely firm.

As he spoke, he led the officers behind him and took another big step forward aggressively.

This step was solid and powerful, as if it were meant to crush all lies.

however.

Just as Old Zhang's foot touched the ground...

"Click."

A faint sound rang out, crisp and clear, like a dry branch breaking or some kind of metal reed snapping open.

The sound was very soft, but everyone present heard it.

Old Zhang's voice abruptly stopped.

His feet stopped, and he froze in place as if he had been frozen in place.

That feeling underfoot...

That slight rebound force coming from below...

His intuition as a veteran police officer made the hairs on his body stand on end at that moment.

But this is not the end.

Immediately following.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

One sound after another, like a string of death notes, echoed beneath the feet of the young police officers behind him.

That was the sound of the anti-lock fuse releasing the safety.

That was the sound of the gates of hell being knocked on.

The whole world seemed to stand still at that moment.

The wind stopped, the leaves stopped moving, and even the distant shouts of the director chasing after the child seemed to fade into the distance.

All the police officers remained in that marching posture, their faces instantly turning deathly pale, and a bead of cold sweat slid down Old Zhang's temple.

At this time.

Li Mo'an finally uttered the words that had been held back all along in this extremely quiet moment.

He looked at the row of police officers who had stepped on landmines, his expression calm, but his tone conveyed a sense of helplessness, as if he had been telling them to listen to him all along:

"That thing."

"I should say, I haven't finished defusing the bombs over there yet."

He pointed to the feet of Old Zhang and the other policemen, and calmly added:

"And also, don't move."

"It will explode."

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(The word count of these two updates exceeds that of others' three updates. I've seen some readers mentioning the pace issue, so this is the only way I can speed things up as much as possible. By the way, dear readers, could you please click to urge me to update and send me a small gift?)