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

at the same time.

On the main road a few kilometers away from the city center police station.

A black van belonging to the production crew was driving smoothly.

The carriage fell silent.

Wang Yu, the director of Mushroom House, was sitting in a comfortable leather seat in the back row.

"Achoo!"

Wang Yu suddenly shuddered and sneezed loudly.

The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the carriage.

Wang Yu rubbed his nose.

He felt a chill inexplicably rise up his back.

He had a cold feeling about him.

"Xiao Zhang," Wang Yu said to his assistant, who was sitting in the passenger seat, with a frown, "Is the air conditioning in this car too strong? Turn it up a little."

Assistant Xiao Zhang turned around and glanced at the dial.

"No, Director Wang," the assistant replied, somewhat puzzled. "The air conditioning is only set to 26 degrees Celsius, which is a normal temperature."

Wang Yu tightened her coat.

He was somewhat speechless.

"Could it be that I've been scared out of my wits by that kid Li Mo'an these past few days in Mushroom Village?" Such a thought popped into his mind.

"It's made me suffer from neurasthenia; I often feel a chill down my back."

He sighed.

Although he tried his best to tell himself that Li Mo'an had now been sent to the place where the light of the righteous path was most abundant.

The police station was full of police officers.

No matter how much trouble that kid causes, he definitely won't be able to make any waves.

but.

Just thinking about Li Mo'an's calm face and his actions that defy common sense...

Wang Yuzheng felt a vague sense of unease.

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

He felt that as the director, he still needed to take control of the overall situation.

We need to check the current status of that time bomb.

I thought about it.

He was still worried about the police station.

So he took out his phone.

He searched through his contacts and found photographer Yue Xiaopeng's number.

He dialed the number, wanting to ask Li Mo'an what he was doing right now.

So that I can be completely at ease.

........................................

The perspective shifts back to the lobby of the city center police station.

The sunlight slanted across the floor.

There weren't many people in the lobby.

Li Mo'an was standing there, holding up her phone.

And just a few steps away from him.

Photographer Yue Xiaopeng is holding a miniature camera device.

He was in a state of extreme shock and self-hypnosis, going back and forth.

Just then.

Yue Xiaopeng's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

The sudden tremor startled Yue Xiaopeng, who was already on edge.

He shuddered.

He frantically pulled out his phone.

I glanced at the screen and saw that the caller ID showed "Director Wang".

Yue Xiaopeng swallowed hard.

He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Director Wang..." Yue Xiaopeng's voice was a little unsteady.

On the other end of the phone.

Wang Yu was putting on airs as a director.

He asked in a tone befitting a leader inspecting an inspection:

"Xiao Yueyue, have you arrived at the police station yet?"

"What is Li Mo'an doing right now?"

"Is he diligently undergoing the induction training of veteran police officers?"

"Or are you watching those anti-fraud propaganda videos?"

........................................

Hearing these questions from the director.

Yue Xiaopeng turned his head.

He glanced at Li Mo'an, who was standing not far away, holding his phone and ready to make a big splash.

This doesn't look like onboarding training at all.

Yue Xiaopeng felt his throat was a little dry.

He opened his mouth.

He answered in a sleepwalking, extremely uncertain tone:

"Director Wang..."

"Li Mo'an, he..."

"He is not currently undergoing training."

"He's dealing with drug dealers..."

Yue Xiaopeng paused for a moment, seemingly realizing that what he was about to say was utter nonsense.

But he still forced himself to say it:

"Is he probably challenging someone to a fight?"

........................................

As soon as those words were spoken...

On the other end of the phone.

In the back seat of a moving van.

The moment the program's director, Wang Yuzheng, heard the words "drug dealer" and "arranged fight".

His heart skipped a beat.

He felt his blood rushing backward.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Holy crap!" That thought popped into his head.

"This kid's gotten himself into trouble again?!"

But only two seconds passed.

Wang Yu's brain, which had been somewhat paralyzed by fright, began to function again.

He regained his senses.

He was immediately speechless.

He thought this was outrageous.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

Wang Yu was beginning to rapidly deduce logically in his mind.

To know.

It was not long ago that Boss Yang kicked Li Mo'an out of the car.

A trainee police officer who had just stepped into the police station and hadn't even warmed up his uniform yet.

Where would he get to know any drug dealers?

and.

Even if he really does get incredibly lucky and runs into a criminal.

Logically, shouldn't the immediate action be to report to superiors or make an arrest?

A challenge?

Arranged a fight with drug dealers?

What kind of bizarre brain circuit is this?

Do they really think this is a gangster movie about fighting for territory?

This is completely illogical.

This is simply impossible!

After making this rigorous logical deduction.

Wang Yu felt that he had seen through the truth.

He felt that Yue Xiaopeng was definitely lying.

Why would the other party tell such an easily exposed lie?

the reason is simple.

Wang Yuzheng immediately thought of what had happened before.

Just recently, outside the city hall.

He arranged for a photographer to follow Li Mo'an.

Without any mercy, he kicked Yue Xiaopeng off the car.

Not only did they kick him.

They even threw him back into the hands of Li Mo'an, that extremely dangerous humanoid calamity.

This kid is definitely angry.

and so.

He's deliberately making up these nonsensical things to scare himself!

He did it to get revenge for that kick he just gave me!

I've figured it all out.

Wang Yu was sitting in the car, her lips twitching.

He felt that young people these days were really too immature.

Work is work; how can you bring your personal emotions into your work reports?

This is simply a lack of basic professional ethics.

then.

Wang Yu took a deep breath.

He decided to teach this arrogant photographer a lesson.

He spoke into the phone microphone, adopting the airs of a leader.

He began a serious workplace pep talk.

"Little Yueyue, I'm about to criticize you!"

Wang Yuzheng's tone became very serious.

"How can you work with a grudge?"

"I know it was wrong of me to kick you out of the car just now; my actions were a bit rough."

"But I was assigning tasks!"

"I'm creating an exclusive opportunity for you to follow and film a potential top celebrity."

Wang Yu spoke earnestly, as if he were truly a good leader who was trying to persuade people with good intentions.

"You are now reporting your work progress to me."

"Can't you let your personal emotions get in the way!"

"You even arranged a fight with drug dealers?"

"How could you even think of such an outrageous thing!"

"Why don't you say his next step is to team up with the bomb-monger and prepare to bomb the mall?"

The more Wang Yuzheng talked, the more convinced he became that his analysis was absolutely correct.

"Young people, be down-to-earth and stop doing all this fancy stuff."

"The police station is a place where discipline is paramount."

"Li Mo'an is definitely safe over there."

"You better get your attitude straight and properly record his daily experiences."

........................................

I could hear the director's barbed and sarcastic workplace manipulation tactics coming through the phone.

Yue Xiaopeng standing in the lobby of the police station.

He was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at his phone.

His face, already distorted by shock, was now filled with even more grievance.

He looked like he had been wronged.

He felt that even snow in June couldn't have made him feel as wronged as he did.

Every word he said was the absolute truth!

Li Mo'an was indeed analyzing how to swindle the drug dealers out of him, and he was already preparing to call and arrange a fight!

How did this become an act of taking revenge on the leader out of resentment?

Yue Xiaopeng opened his mouth.

He was eager to say something in his own defense.

"No, Director Wang, let me explain."

"I wasn't emotional, he really..."

Yue Xiaopeng had only just begun to speak.

Wang Yuzheng on the other end of the phone didn't give him that chance at all.

Wang Yu felt that his reprimand had been effective, and that the other party was definitely making excuses to cover it up.

"Alright, stop making excuses."

Wang Yuzheng interrupted him directly.

"Just focus on getting me some good footage, and don't cause any trouble."

After saying that.

Wang Yu pressed the hang-up button without hesitation.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Listening to the monotonous busy tone coming from the phone.

Yue Xiaopeng stood still.

He looked at the phone that had already been disconnected.

His expression of being wronged gradually transformed into deep resentment.

He felt that the world was too unreasonable.

Nobody believes me when I tell the truth.

Yue Xiaopeng slowly put down his phone, muttering something with extreme grievance:

"It was supposed to be a challenge anyway..."