When Clam Les heard Brother Jue's request, his expression changed slightly, and after two seconds, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hehe...... Sounds like you're pretty confident, Stephen. At this point, he paused, glanced at the hovering camera beside him, and then added, "But...... Your demands don't quite fit the rules of the game......"

"So what does it matter?" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "According to the normal process, it should be 'every time you receive a challenge, you can receive an item', right?" ”

Although Jue Ge didn't know the full rules of the game, he roughly guessed it with the information he knew.

"That's right." Clam Les replied, and his answer confirmed Jue's suspicions.

"Then......" Feng Bujue continued, "why not ask for it now?" He spread his hands, "I didn't ask you to give me all five items in one go...... All I want is a challenge. He tilted his head and said in a rather confusing tone, "Your program team's thinking is nothing more than ...... Have the contestants listen to a challenge and then pick an item to complete...... That is, the setting of 'one after the other'. He gave a confident expression, "And I...... With just one item, you can do five challenges. Objectively speaking...... Far from being an excesse, it's a concession, isn't it? ”

"Huh...... You're a good talker, Stephen. Clam Les barely thought about it, and replied with a smile, "But you can't fool me." He took off his backpack and put it on the ground, "First of all, I don't need you to tell me what ...... 'thinking of our program team' is." He raised his hand with his palm facing upwards and gestured to match the words, "Secondly, your request is not a 'concession'. In fact, it was a very effective means of obtaining information...... I think you know that in your heart. He shook his head slightly, "Third...... Such a request that is obviously different from the rules, even if I have no opinion, I have no right to ......."

Rustling - Soaring -

Just then, the walkie-talkie on Clam Les rang.

"Bell, can you hear me? I'm not deaf yet, so please reply immediately when you hear it. A voice came over the phone, not yet deaf.

Clam Les immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "I'm Bell, please speak." ”

"You take a few more steps, stand with Mr. Carbon, and hold the walkie-talkie between the two of you." Haven't been deaf yet.

Clam Les didn't reply, he just looked up, glanced at the camera next to him, and did as the director said.

After about five seconds, Clam Les stood a meter in front of Jue Ge and raised the walkie-talkie to shoulder height (it was his own, not unaware).

"Mr. Carbon, can you hear me?" At this time, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie, who was not yet deaf, spoke again.

"Yes, it's clear." Feng didn't feel the answer.

While responding, Brother Jue's mind was also thinking about the identity and purpose of the other party.

"I'm the chief director and I'm not deaf, we met before the game, remember?" Not yet deaf and said.

"Well......" For the sake of prudence, Feng Bujue chose to respond paradoxically. Neither admit nor deny......

After all, the person who has not yet been deaf is "Stephen. "Carbon" himself, not Feng Bujue at the moment, Brother Jue doesn't know which one he is singing now.

"Bell, can you hear me?" Not yet deaf and did not have any doubts about Brother Jue's answer, he took the opportunity to say something to Bell again.

"I can hear you." Clam Les replied.

"Good...... So, I'll get straight to the point......" not yet deaf, "first of all...... There will be no record of the conversation between the three of us at this moment. So, I'll get straight to the point...... Mr. Carbon, I want you to lose. ”

"What did you say?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed, and his tone sank.

"Don't get excited, listen to what I've to say." Before he could deafly answer, he said, "Mr. Carbon, your previous performance was very good, even if you put aside the crazy performances you did to confuse us...... Your other abilities are also at the highest level ever. "Therefore, you have to lose." ”

When someone else hears this, they will definitely ask, "Why?" ”

But Feng didn't ask, because he had already thought of a conclusion: "Oh...... The so-called 'strong man does not win' principle, right? ”

"Hah! Turns out you know this, too. He smiled and said, "Mr. Carbon, it seems that you are also very proficient in our skills...... I will definitely cooperate with you when I have the opportunity in the future. ”

"Ah...... I've also watched some reality shows, and I've seen through your little tricks. Feng Bujue said weakly, "In addition to 'balancing', there is another set that is...... The strongest one must not win. Whether it's cooking, singing, dancing, putting on makeup, surviving in the wild...... In short, the one who won the championship in the end was definitely not the strongest one. That's how to do it...... It seems that the show is suspenseful and interesting, and subconsciously conveys the concept of 'not the strong person will win, but the person who wins is stronger', as if there is some kind of positive energy in it. But to put it bluntly...... Behind it is just a dirty deal with the smell of copper. ”

"Mr. Carbon......" Before he could finish hearing Brother Jue's words, his tone changed slightly, "You ......" Suddenly, he raised his voice, "...... It's great that you understand us! Hahahaha! He actually laughed, "In that case, you should have guessed what I was going to tell you next, right?" ”

"Of course." Feng Bujue also smiled, he threw a "you know" expression at the camera, and then said, "Say it...... The content of our 'deal' ......"

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The conversation was divided into two ends, and after more than ten minutes, the other side of the island ......

At this time, Graybeard was standing by the guardrail of the submarine deck, facing the sea, brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The cup he uses for brushing his teeth is specially made, and the handle of the cup is mounted directly above so that he can hook it up with a hook......

His towel is also specially designed, much like the kind of mop that can be wrung out by rotating the handle, and the water can be wrung out with just one hand and one hook.

"Captain, Tom, they're back." A report from a crew member interrupted Graybeard's washing.

Graybeard spat out the water in his mouth, turned around, and blew the foam on his beard: "Phew-what?" How is it so fast? ”

Before he could finish speaking, he limped to the other side of the deck.

From afar, Graybeard saw Tom's figure, and he immediately shouted, "Bastard! You're back after just soaking? Are you kidding me? ”

"Don't dare, don't dare......," Tom quickly shook his head and waved his hand, and replied with a look of horror, "Captain...... You listen to me. ”

"Tell me, what's going on......" Graybeard was stunned for a moment, as he noticed that there was a man sitting behind Tom and the other crew members who had gone to investigate......

It was a white man, who looked to be in his thirties, with brown eyes, long beard, and a retro-style suit.

"Who's this hippie?" Graybeard walked over to Tom and squinted at the stranger sitting on the deck.

"Report to the captain, this is a captive I caught in the woods by the beach." Tom replied.

"Captive?" Graybeard walked up to Crack Pus with a suspicious face, looked at the latter and asked, "Boy, what are you doing?" Why is it on this island? ”

"Huh?" Crack Pus sat on the ground like a muddy, and replied with a lazy expression, "What else do I want to ask you?" What do you do? Is the trick arranged by the program team? Why did you force me to come to this submarine? As he spoke, he looked Graybeard up and down, and then he laughed, "Huh...... Dude, who designed this look of yours? The clothes and appearance are all dirty...... Also, how long has it been since you directors watched pirate movies? The pirate captains of these years are generally looking for handsome men with decadent appearances but elegant temperaments to play, how can they find a ...... Belch...... Not for you...... How can you find such a rugged uncle to play? ”

When he finished speaking, the movements of everyone on deck ...... It's all stopped.

For a while, people could only hear the sound of the sea breeze.

It took a full minute for Graybeard to recover and realize that there was nothing wrong with his ears.

So, he laughed angrily, and asked a question with a kind face: "This little brother, what is your name?" ”RS