The life of a salted fish I yearn for
29 Heading to the base camp

Jinsha

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Dongfang Yun had never thought of himself as a magnanimous person. It was normal to be a person. Not everyone would approve of you. There was nothing you could do if someone disliked you. He was naturally clear about this as he had lived two lives.

It didn't matter if he scolded him, as long as he didn't insult his family. He just let him go and vent his anger. However, when it affected the people around him, even if he was in the circle and should have calmly ignored it, it would still make him feel restless and start investigating the other party's information.

Li Zehao: Male, 26 years old, currently unemployed, address: XX City, XX County, XXX

ID number: **********

Father: Li **

Mother: Liu **

At eight o'clock in the morning, Li Zehao opened his tired eyes. Yesterday, he had been playing games until the latter half of the night. In the end, he had been tricked by his teammates. He had been scolded by them until the sky turned dark. Now that he opened his eyes and thought about it, he was a little angry.

"F * ck, stupid teammate. If I meet him again, I will scold him to death.”

He sat in front of his computer. When he turned it on, a pop-up window popped up at the bottom right corner. He thought it was a junk file, but just as he was about to close it, he realized that it was his home address, phone number, and parents 'names.

Finally, he wrote a paragraph on it.

"I won't offend anyone if they don't offend me. I'll give you the time to publicly apologize for your foul mouth on Weibo today. Otherwise, don't blame me for handling the matter of you embezzling 58,000 yuan from Zhiyuan Company half a year ago.”

A threat? That's right, Dongfang Yun was threatening him.

He wasn't so bored as to expose this guy's personal information on the Internet. Once exposed, he would suffer a fatal blow. Sometimes, impulsive fans could be very scary.

However, he had also prepared a countermeasure. Whether he called the police or uploaded screenshots to the Internet, once he worked on the computer in front of him, all the information would flow back to his laptop. If he really did not repent, he did not mind exposing his embezzling of public funds.

He was not a good person.

At ten in the morning, this guy was also on the trending searches.

He had insulted Sister Dongfang Yun at three in the morning, and at half past eight today, he had issued an apology.

Originally, no one would have cared about what he said. However, he first insulted and then apologized. This kind of shameless action really caused the fans to be dissatisfied. Weibo began to retaliate.

Seeing that he had already received the corresponding punishment, the culprit did not say anything else.

Now, the four of them were eating the breakfast made by Teacher Huang on the wooden stage. They were joking and did not take this small matter seriously at all.

Only Dongfang Yun understood that he didn't need to care about it at all. However, perhaps he cared too much about it, so he paid attention to the comments.

"After filming today, let's leave together at noon. The television premiere is at night. To be honest, I'm still a little nervous. I'm just running around every day to fill my stomach.”

Teacher He asked half-jokingly.

Teacher Huang, who was at the side, quickly followed up with his words.

" Hai, just calm down. Anyway, the bill has already been paid. It definitely won't be returned. Haha."

The program team looked at them helplessly.

These words made them a little worried.

Since they were going to the base camp this time, Dongfang Yun and Mr. He picked seven or eight small watermelons, cantaloupes, and other fruits. After washing them, they threw them into the bag and sent them to the car.

It could also be considered as the green food that they often grew in the farmhouse.

Big Light had already left early in the morning.

It seemed like he was going to film an MV. Although it was a little regretful, it would only be a matter of a few days. From today onwards, if it was officially aired, the two episodes would last for two weeks.

The four of them would also rest for seven days to deal with the matters here. After all, Huang Lei had his own movie and He Jiong had his own base.

Dahua was also a singer, and Dongfang Yun was the most free among them.

At noon.

The few of them had all tidied up. At this moment, they looked at the house behind them and could not help but feel a little reluctant.

"We've been here for three days, or four days. I suddenly feel a little reluctant to leave this place.”

Huang Lei touched the wooden door beside him.

Looking at the sign on the wall with the words 'Mushroom Hut' written on it, he smiled.

"We haven't finished filming yet, and you're already sighing. Let's go, I'll drive.”

He Jiong was in a hurry and didn't give Huang Lei any face. He smiled and pushed him. He carried his suitcase and walked out of the courtyard. He got into the driver's seat of a red SUV and waited for the three of them.

"Hai, this Teacher He, it seems that he is really in a hurry. Alright, I won't show off anymore. Let's get in the car quickly. Otherwise, I think Teacher He will definitely leave us behind.”

The few of them got into the car one after another.

They set off and left the village.

Two hours later, the car arrived in Beijing.

There were already many people waiting for them at the airport.

Tong Liya saw her manager and assistant waiting for her from afar.

He could only look at Dongfang Yun with some reluctance, then bid farewell to He Jiong and Huang Lei before leaving.

Huang Lei's assistant rushed over with a plane ticket in his hand.

"Teacher He, Xiao Yun, I'll be leaving first. We'll meet again in a week. They're still waiting for me to record the 'Top Choices'.”

I'm done with chapter 7. I really cherish you readers who are still supporting me. Thank you.

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