[BL] I Focus on My Career In Dog Blood Plots

Extras: Chapter 252

The nanny van pulls into the Mutant Animal Training Camp, which is the venue where they're going to conduct the program. The program team had also rubbed off on the Mutant Animal Association's connections to be able to come in and film in such a place.

An Yinong didn't come early. He arrived at the right time. But he didn't realize that some people were younger than him.

What's going on? Wasn't he the grand finale?

The three artists waiting there saw him and came over to say hello and implicitly expressed their joy at being able to participate in this program and work with someone like him.

They also wanted to get closer to the majestic Sting, but their expressions were so fierce that people were deterred.

Only the assistant director was angry that someone was late, and he stepped aside to make a phone call.

"Maybe he's in a hurry." An entertainer in his forties, a veteran movie star with a good reputation and no problems with his personal or public morals, came out to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, yeah." Another artist agreed. This was a singer, maybe not famous now, but used to be a petite diva, and even asked An Yinong for a song.

"If something essential, you can still take time off. If you don't ask for leave in advance and don't give feedback in time, probably because you don't think our program is too important?" The third artist smiled and looked at the assistant director.

This was the only artist out of the three that An Yinong needed to have the slightest impression of. It should have emerged in the last ten years and seem a powerful movie star. It could be seen that the emotional intelligence was not high, and the agent in the dead center had already covered his face in pain.

The assistant director knew this artist was arching fire, but his brows furrowed even more. This wasn't just any variety show; it was a 'mission' that the higher-ups had managed to secure with great difficulty, but he didn't expect this to go wrong now.

"What happened?" An Yinong asked the assistant director.

The assistant director was able to put up a fight with everyone else, but not with him, so he immediately replied, "The road was blocked. There was a car accident on that road."

When An Yinong heard this, he thought it was true. He recruited a staff member, temporarily put the arm on the other side of the Duanwu arm, and opened his cell phone to check the road conditions.

This is a smartphone issued by the government. He directly asked: "Which road in the city has been blocked by a car accident? How much driving is left from here?"

"Now reporting instant road conditions for you, the morning rush hour for work in your city has not yet arrived, no obvious roadblocks have been found, no serious car accidents have occurred in the previous half hour, not affecting travel."

The charming voice of the Primary Intelligence Brain was transmitted from the cell phone.

The expressions of everyone present became very subtle, and the assistant director's face was green: even if he was not punctual, he still lied.

An Yinong didn't even know where artists got such a big frame and such a big nerve these days.

The artist, sarcastic earlier, snorted, "It's not too late for him to create a car accident." Her manager buried his head deeply.

"Wait for another fifteen minutes. Today's plans will all go down the drain if it drags on for too long." An Yinong offered a scenario for the sake of the live broadcast. He would have told this person to get lost if this weren't a live broadcast.