Time to See the Reality Chapter 2

The two contacted the program crew and waited for the crew's chartered car in the airport parking lot.

Max Fang was still carrying his two large suitcases, dragging them back to the parking lot diligently and without complaint. Mia Xiao was holding an umbrella for him from behind.

It was raining heavily all around, and the umbrella was blown here and there by the wind. In a few moments, the two people were soaked inside and out. The sky in the distance was terribly gloomy. Max Fang put the suitcase on the steps, afraid that the wheels would get soaked, and stood at the bottom of the steps in the water, so that Mia Xiao could stand on the steps and hold the umbrella for him.

"Hey! Is that the car?" Max Fang had good eyesight, staring at a Shandong licensed nanny car slowly approaching outside the rain curtain. The nanny car passed by them, with four bright red words painted on the black body: "Werewolf Game".

When Mia Xiao saw the words, he shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! It's this program! Master!" She rushed over and shouted, "Master, wait a minute! Please stop!"

The driver glanced at the back seat, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped in front of them.

Mia Xiao stuffed the umbrella into Max Fang's hands, and then ran back to get the suitcase. He nodded and bowed to the driver, "Master! Are you from the Werewolf production team?! Our Max Fang has signed up to participate, please take him over!"

The driver was stunned for a moment: "But... the notice I received was to pick up someone, and we have already received it..."

"I just contacted your production team!" Mia Xiao patted the driver's shoulder, "Your production team asked us to wait for you, Shandong license plate! Werewolf production team! That's right, I'll give it a ride!"

The driver turned around and asked the person in the back seat: "Look..."

The back seat door swung open.

The nanny car was spacious, with two rows of seats facing each other. A young man in a three-piece black suit looked at them expressionlessly. His facial features were much more profound than those of ordinary people, and he seemed to have foreign blood, probably mixed-race. Opposite him sat a middle-aged man in casual clothes, who looked to be about 40 years old, a stranger.

Two cameras were set up in the car, with indicator lights on dutifully to show they were recording.

There's a camera, so it can't be wrong! Mia Xiao was soaked in the rain, and his heart finally relaxed.

The mixed-race boy looked at Max Fang carefully, with a look of hesitation and surprise: "... is it you?"

Max Fang was a little confused about the situation. It was not easy for a small internet celebrity like him to be recognized once, especially by such a handsome colleague. He immediately nodded flattered and said, "Yes, yes, it's me. I signed a contract to join this 'Werewolf Killing', are you too?"

This guy is quite handsome, with the most popular and sought-after mixed-race looks nowadays. Max Fang guessed that he must be a newcomer with a good background who made his debut through this program. Or he already has a certain foundation in acting, but he is just ignorant. After all, in this era, there are many more broadcasting channels than before, and the popularity of the new generation of young stars on the Internet cannot be underestimated. What's more, there are all kinds of cross-border people, such as supermodels, singers, Internet celebrities, and fashion circles. People from all walks of life have rushed into the film and television industry to make money, and there are also cases where they don't know each other. But the embarrassing thing is that people recognized him, and he didn't dare to ask for their names in detail.

The mixed-race boy frowned and said, "You also signed a contract to join the game? Why didn't I receive any notice to pick you up?"

Mia Xiao has been in this circle for a long time. Although he doesn't know who this newcomer is, he thinks he is more famous than his own 28th-tier internet celebrity. He quickly flatters and smooths things over: "How can we trouble you to pick him up? I guess the nanny car to pick up Max Fang is still behind. This car is yours, but it's raining so hard. Why don't you let Max Fang go first? We are in the same group anyway! Sorry for the trouble."

The middle-aged man sitting opposite the mixed-race boy didn't say a word.

"Then come up." The mixed-race boy thought for a moment and opened the door completely.

Mia Xiao smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you!"

Max Fang nodded and got into the car swiftly. He turned around to pick up the luggage and take Mia Xiao with him.

"You are not allowed to bring luggage or irrelevant people," the mixed-race boy reminded, frowning, "You are not allowed to bring cell phones either. Didn't you read it when you signed the contract?"

Max Fang was stunned for a moment. He had glanced at the contract when he signed it, but relying on the supervision of the agency, he did not read it word by word. Now he really had no impression of this clause.

"Okay, okay, I won't take you!" Seeing him in a daze, Mia Xiao winked at him and pinched his waist, "I won't go up. I'll take your luggage and wait for the next car, or wait until the rain is lighter to take a plane. You go first and don't delay other people's business!"

Max Fang nodded obediently, took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Mia Xiao.

"Be careful! Be smart!" Mia Xiao shouted.

Max Fang rolled down the car window and waved at her with a smile.

The car drove out of the parking lot at a steady speed, turned onto the highway outside the airport, cut through the rain, and sped towards the east.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit awkward.

None of the three people knew each other. Max Fang glanced at the camera position, weighed it, and sat down next to the middle-aged man, facing the mixed-race boy. The two people's eyes met accidentally, and they were looking at each other.

Max Fang touched his nose, feeling a little awkward, and then he said, "Do you know me?"

The mixed-race boy glanced at him and ignored him.

Max Fang was a little embarrassed and could only continue the awkward conversation: "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you before. Did you also sign a contract to participate in 'Werewolf Killing'?"

The mixed-race boy shook his head, raised his chin and nodded to the middle-aged man opposite him: "I'm here to pick up Mr. David."

"You are a staff member!" Max Fang was relieved. No wonder he had never seen him before. He was not a star. Then he sighed in his heart. Dragon Fruit TV was so rich that even its staff members were so handsome. It was obvious that Mia Xiao's words that he could find a handsome guy to replace him on the show in a minute were not a lie.

Mr. David was also a stranger, in his forties, with a plain appearance and ordinary temperament. He wore a shirt that was too big for him, and looked unfamiliar. ---However, Max Fang didn't know many of the old performers of that era. There was no concept of star at that time, and the actors were the kind who were famous for their roles but not for themselves. Perhaps Mr. David was one of those old actors who had been acting in supporting roles for thousands of years.

Max Fang thought so, and turned around and held Mr. David's hands with both hands: "Excuse me, it turns out to be Mr. David!"

Mr. David was obviously stunned by his action, and hurriedly shook hands. The two looked at each other for a long time, and Mr. David suddenly patted his head: "Hey! I think I know you! Are you...are you the one who played...Chen Xiaolu in "Anti-Japanese Special Magic Team"...! What's your name...? You can tear the Japanese apart with your bare hands!"

Max Fang's face turned red with embarrassment. He thought, you'd rather watch my stupid Mary Sue heroine drama as the third male martial artist than tear the Japanese apart with bare hands! How the hell am I supposed to be in a variety show? !

I quickly waved my hands and said, "You are too polite. It is not worth mentioning in front of you."

"Where?" Mr. David smiled and clapped his hands. "Every time I take on a new job and go to a remote place with no signal, I download several anti-Japanese dramas on my phone. I have seen you several times. The young man clapped his hands to tear apart the Japanese and climbed over the wall to dodge bullets. It was so good to watch! "

This old gentleman's taste is quite down-to-earth. Max Fang was speechless. Maybe he used to be an actor in model operas like Tunnel Warfare. No wonder I didn't know him.

Max Fang stuck out his tongue at the cameras, silently recited his character in his mind, and began to take the opportunity to promote himself crazily: "Actually, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I came to participate in this 'Werewolf' this time because I heard that it requires strong physical strength and athletic talent. My parents have always said that I am stupid since I was a child. I have never won a game of Werewolf. My hands shake when I touch the wolf cards. Anyone with eyes can see it. This time I participated in this game just to turn the tables with my martial arts points. By the way, why did you come to participate in this game, Mr. David?"

The mixed-race young staff member sitting opposite heard this and suddenly looked up and stared at Mr. David's expression. Mr. David's face was unnatural for a moment, and then he smiled: "Me, I am, I came here for the high bonus! 20 million!"

Is there such a thing?! Max Fang was stunned on the spot. He tilted his head to look at Mr. David, then tilted his head to look at the camera, and finally stared suspiciously at the mixed-race boy opposite. The boy no longer looked at Mr. David, and sat upright with the look of an old monk in meditation, his eyes looking at his nose and his nose looking at his heart.

"And...still paying the money?!" Max Fang regretted not reading the script and the contract carefully.

Mr. David's reaction to him was a little strange: "Did you really sign a contract to enter the Werewolf game? How come you don't know anything? Do you know how to play the game?!"

No matter how stupid Max Fang is, he can't say in front of the camera that he didn't read the script carefully! He quickly said, "I know, it's Werewolf, putting the game on the card table into reality, right? I still have some IQ."

Mr. David nodded.

"Mr. David, please be careful. Although my IQ is not high, my fighting ability is very good. We can't tell whether we are companions or opponents!" Max Fang made a joke, trying to throw in a gag.

But Mr. David didn't answer.

His face suddenly darkened, he nodded, turned to look out the window, and never spoke another word to him.

Looking at this stingy person, Max Fang made a face to the camera speechlessly. It's just a reality show. It's not really going to kill you. Is it that serious? He knew that the old actors of that era more or less looked down on the young actors and actresses of today. He simply didn't want to stick to this cold B*tt and turned his head to look out the window.

The car sped all the way and stopped once at a service station. The driver refueled the car and the mixed-race boy accompanied Mr. David and Max Fang to the toilet.

The sky gradually darkened, and the scenery on the highway was monotonous, with crops on both sides that were unclear. There were fewer cars on the road, and their car with a bright red slogan "Werewolf Game" looked very ordinary, and there were no big stars in the car, so it didn't attract any attention.

In the distance, the clouds piled up one after another, forming several layers. When the three people came back from the toilet, the atmosphere in the car fell silent again.