"The producer imdiately spoke into the Bluetooth headset over his ear," Director Li, did you hear that? Qi Ming said you’re not human."
Qi Ming: "......"
How co this includes tattling?
He crossed his arms and leaned back heavily, "I don’t care, you guys need to compensate for emotional distress and dical expenses. I feel like my neck has been knocked crooked."
The producer’s face showed a bit of unease, "Didn’t you see the last page when you signed the contract? It said, ’Any minor accidents during the recording of the show that do not involve life-threatening dangers are considered part of the normal design scope of the program, and the production team assus no responsibility.’"
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Qi Ming’s expression turned to stone, until the cara operator sitting opposite him couldn’t stand it anymore and kicked him lightly.
Qi Ming snapped back to reality, "Where is that written? I didn’t see it."
The producer touched his nose, slightly embarrassed, "On the back of the last page, printed in the smallest font."
"......."
Qi Ming took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes seed to spit fire, "Let out of the car! You devils!"
Overco with emotion, he forgot he was in a car and stood up from his seat, banging his head on the roof of the car with a thump.
The producer quickly tried to calm him down, "Oh, don’t get so worked up. If you break the contract, you’ll have to pay three tis the breach penalty."
After a pause, he covered his Bluetooth headset and whispered, "Also, Director Li holds grudges. If you make him open the sunroof taphorically, you’ll be in for a rough ride from now on."
Qi Ming glanced at him, grabbed his hand from his ear, and shouted into the Bluetooth, "Director Li, my producer is speaking ill of you. He says you’re petty and hold grudges."
Producer: "???"
The next second, Director Li’s chilly voice ca through the headset, "Is that so?"
"Not at all! Director Li, don’t listen to his nonsense! Your heart is so open, and your deanor so magnanimous, how could you be petty?" The producer hurriedly buttered up, "It’s all Qi Ming’s fault for not carefully reading the contract demands, and now he’s clamoring to jump out of the car to break the agreent."
Qi Ming: "You snitching cur, tattling again!"
Producer: "It’s just that you didn’t read the contract properly. I’m just telling the truth!"
Similar to Wen Qiao’s situation, the recording in the car with Qi Ming deviated significantly. What was supposed to be a simple interview segnt turned into Qi Ming getting angry on cara and the producer off-cara, with both shouting red-faced, while the cara operator and the driver were barely holding back their laughter.
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When they finally arrived at the designated spot, a black cloth was suddenly thrown over Qi Ming’s head. He instinctively wanted to take it off, but as he raised his hand, the ominous voice of the producer rang out beside his ear, "Dare to take it off, and I’ll have soone knock you out!"
"I want to terminate the contract! Terminate! Even if it costs three tis the penalty!"
Qi Ming remained irate, but he obediently put his hands down.
On this journey, Qi Ming had repeated this sentence countless tis already, and the producer had gotten used to it. While leading him forward, he scoffed, "Boy, think you can get off this pirate ship? Too late now."
After saying that, he pushed him forcefully from behind: "Get in there already."
Rembering the plans of the production team, the producer’s lips slowly curled into a sinister smile.
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