Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 162 Deception! The Last Supper?

At this time.

Director Zhang looked troubled and sighed softly:
"Tiger wants you to go back and be his dog pusher, typing on the keyboard."

Three times a day, his brows furrowed, and his eyes held a hint of surprise and confusion:

Why do you suddenly want me to go back?

"Wasn't it Sister Yu who arranged for me to come here?"

He remembered it clearly: he was able to come and film because Sister Yu said so. Even if Ah Hu is awesome, he shouldn't be as awesome as Sister Yu, right?
But Sister Yu probably forgot about him, Little Karami, long ago. Even if Brother Long forces him to go back to typing, he will be powerless to resist.

Sigh, if he had to choose between dog pushing and filming, he would definitely choose the latter without hesitation.

Filming is so easy, you can just sit still.

Where's the dog pusher?
That's not something a human would do.

It's all just hitting and yelling all day long; the pressure is too much, it's too agonizing.

However, now that he's about to escape the park, he doesn't care about these things anymore.

I simply didn't want to make myself unhappy when I left.

So even if you're acting, you have to act convincingly.

Director Zhang revealed an indignant expression:
"There are some inside stories, but it's not good to tell you too much, and even if I did, it wouldn't make any sense."

"What I want to tell you is that if Tiger really asks you to go over and type on the keyboard, don't worry, just ignore him."

"How can someone who just types on a keyboard possibly tell us what to do when we're making a movie?"

Nod obediently three times a day:
"Okay, Director Zhang, I'll listen to you."

He secretly sneered.

He didn't know if Ah Hu could manage the filmmaking process, but he knew that if Ah Hu asked him to come over and type on the keyboard, he would absolutely not refuse, much less resist.

The people making these films are all cunning and despicable, while Ah Hu's gang are ruthless and vicious, and they act without hesitation.

How could he possibly refuse to his face?
No sooner had he refused than Ah Long dared to beat him up.

Isn't this just making things difficult for yourself, or suffering without any real pain?
Those who understand the times are true heroes.

Director Zhang seemed to sense his concern and softened his tone:

"You don't need to worry that Ah Hu will make things difficult for you."

"He doesn't have the guts."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that there may be some changes in the park recently."

"With orders from above, Ah Hu and the others dared not go too far."

He leaned closer and whispered:
"If he really makes things difficult for you, just mention my name, it will definitely work."

He frowned slightly three times a day, sensing something different in Director Zhang's words.

Suddenly I remembered that in the discussion group, the "King of Freebies" said that Ah Long had arranged a new job for him, and mentioned that there seemed to be some minor friction between the park's management.

It seems that Director Zhang has taken sides, and is on the opposite side of Ah Hu.

But he didn't want to lose this top-notch supporting actor, so he came to win him over.

He believed his analysis, which he performed three times a day, was very logical and close to the truth.

However, he was somewhat convinced.

That fatso Director Zhang is just trying to screw him over, saying that if he mentioned his name, Ah Hu wouldn't make things difficult for him.

Is this something a human being could say?

Purely talking nonsense!

It might have been fine otherwise, but if I mention his name, I'll definitely get a beating.

I understand things perfectly, three times a day.

He smiled; he would agree to whatever Director Zhang said.

Keep him calm and don't let him cause any trouble before he leaves.

It took me more than ten minutes to talk to him three times a day before I finally managed to fool that fat Director Zhang.

Director Zhang was very satisfied and waved to him:

"Go on, hurry up and go eat."

She would respond with a smile three times a day, but the smile would vanish the moment she turned her head away, replaced by a heavy expression.

On his way downstairs, he kept thinking about what Director Zhang had told him. After pondering for a long time, he finally came to a conclusion:
There must be a problem inside the park.

But he didn't know exactly what the problem was.

He couldn't be bothered to think about the details; the more chaotic the park, the better.

It would be best if there were major chaos and a riot.

That means that when they try to escape, this group might be too preoccupied with internal conflicts to take care of them.

Although the possibility is extremely slim.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, they'll just pack up and leave, leaving behind a mess for those bastards to clean up.

Humming a little tune three times a day, I walked along the path to the cafeteria when Ah Hui, who was walking towards me, blocked my way.

He greeted him three times that day, but Ahui waved at him, as if he was there specifically for him.

"Xu Jie, Brother Tiger wants you to come over!"

He looked dejected three times a day, and he hadn't eaten yet.

He subconsciously assumed that Tiger had asked him for a massage again, and sighed silently, thinking, "What kind of life is this?"

"Is Tiger's back bothering him again?"

Ahui took a few steps forward, turned around and glanced at him with an unfriendly look:

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!?"

"If I tell you to go there, hurry up!"

"Don't fucking wait until I get over there and slap you!"

I rolled my eyes three times in one day. Well, I'm on fire, talking so aggressively!

Sigh, with someone like that, could he refuse? Would he dare to refuse?

This director is a real jerk.

They actually encouraged him to rebel against Ah Hu and his gang, to go against them. Isn't that just asking for trouble?

I followed Ahui three times a day for a while, and after looking around, I realized that this didn't seem to be the way to Ahu's office.

I was immediately alarmed. Could it be that they were planning to stage a murder to cover it up?
He swallowed hard and tentatively asked:
"Brother Hui, where are we going?"

Ahui said impatiently:
"It's lunchtime, so of course we go to the cafeteria."

Although I still had doubts after hearing the answer three times a day, I stopped asking questions after receiving the answer, so as not to make myself uncomfortable.

You'll know when you get there.

He didn't do anything wrong, so we can't just kill him, can we?

Unless... the matter of the pliers is exposed.

Probably not?
Three times a day, I followed Ahui into the Class A cafeteria and went straight up to the second floor.

Even if a piglet orders food, they can't usually go up to the second floor of the Class A cafeteria.

This place is specifically prepared for the park's thugs and management.

Three times a day, as soon as I went up to the second floor, I could see Tiger sitting by the window smoking.

Tiger, with a cigarette between his left and right hands, was intently scrolling through his phone. He only slightly looked up when he heard footsteps.
"Hey! You're here!"

"sit!"

"Hui Zi, go get some food."

After bringing the food three times a day, Ahui went to the cafeteria window to get food for the two of them.

When he returned, he was carrying two dishes.

One of the portions was handed to Tiger, and the other was handed to the person who eats three times a day.

Three times a day, he wore an expression of being flattered, never expecting to be served by these guys.

He took the food Ah Hui handed him, and his expression turned strange when he saw the contents.

It's not that the food was bad, but it was a bit too good, wasn't it?

As the saying goes, no reward without merit.

Is this going to be a last meal before someone's execution, or their final supper?
(End of this chapter)