I'm picking up rags in the survival game

Ban Yong's eyelids jumped when he heard this, "Are you giving your last words?"

"Bah, let's stop ostomy work!" Yun Tuan rolled his eyes, "Your agent can't get involved in your family affairs, but "Snow and Mud" is S's Machiavellian drama. You should think about it again.

Don’t divest.”

"Well, the crew is indispensable for a major change, but it can't be done now..." Ban Yong thought of the assistant director with a strange expression, "Don't worry about unnecessary things."

Yun Tuan pressed his eyebrows and said, "You try to recover as soon as possible. I will help you postpone recent activities. Or, if you want to withdraw, I will report it and prepare for a press conference."

"Well, I'll think about it again, you go ahead."

Ban Yong nodded numbly and waved his hands. The bone lines of his hands were obvious and they were so white that they looked a bit sickly.

Yun Tuan raised his eyebrows slightly - that's it?

Ban Yong, who was always quarrelsome with others, just let him go?

Yun Tuan quickly picked up the dirty little black cat, fearing that the cat would regret it, and pulled the disheveled Jing He and the serious Jing Yu, running out together.

After a delay, the three finally left Qizhou Mansion with their bodyguards and thugs.

There were no casualties, and the losses were still within control.

Yun Tuan's gaze faintly swept over the bodyguards in the vehicle behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After a night of high-intensity running and too many surgeries, her physical strength has reached its limit.

Yun Tuan glanced at the figures in front of him, Jing Yu might as well use that talisman...

Her vision blurred for a while, and before she lost consciousness, a sentence echoed in her ears——

"Fortune-telling does not count oneself, and those who reveal secrets often commit five disadvantages and three shortcomings."

……

When I opened my eyes again, Yun Tuan was already lying in the ward filled with the smell of disinfectant.

In the single ward, there is a row of note folders on the windowsill, each folder holding a thick stack of note papers.

"Xiao Xi, when is this?"

As soon as the words came out, there was a thick texture of gravel and tearing, and Yun Tuan groped for a glass of water to drink.

[Anchor, it has been seven days. Jing Yu still has ten people left for his task. There has been no progress in the past few days, so he went back to filming. Jing He was still there just now, but he has already gone out to eat.]

[Also, the doctor said you just suffered from collapse. He also said that severe collapse can cause organ damage and be life-threatening. You can’t do this next time.]

Yun Tuan nodded and moved his limbs slightly, but his arms were a little stiff and weak.

"Ten less...can the crew make up ten?"

She slowly sat up, moved the note folder in front of her, and read through it one by one.

"Sister Yun, please get well soon. I have recently developed a new dessert that won't stick to your teeth and won't make you greasy. I'll give you a free trial! - Yu Yan"

Hmm?

Is Xiaoyu’s original name called Yu Yan?

So the woman Luo Chuan harmed was a relative of Xiaoyu, so the two were so similar...

Luo Chuan was in trouble, and Ban Yong hired him to look after him?

If it was out of compensation, Yun Tuan instantly recalled the various verbal suppressions and harsh words Ban had used against Xiaoyu.

"It's so contradictory and bad..." She murmured and continued to scroll down.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow.——Xiao Hei"

Yun Tuan narrowed his eyes slightly and flipped through it for a while. Most of the notes were written with the word "meow" on them. Judging from the handwriting, it was basically written by Jing He. There was also a small part of Jing Yu's handwriting, and there was also a crooked handwriting suspected of severe Parkinson's disease.

Characters...

"You didn't write it with a cat's paw, did you?"

"Meow!"

The black bag on the side suddenly squirmed, and a furry cat head poked out.

Yun Tuan chuckled, and suddenly saw a poster on the bedside table. He took it to his hand and took a closer look. It was a huge color photo. The vermilion pillars of the pavilion were full of characters carved with knives, which were not clear.