The host, wearing a striped suit and blond hair, shouted:
"Dear audience friends, welcome to tonight's midnight slot, the ace talk show - Roadside Clown. Today is an exciting assessment day!"
"Our talk show trainees must find passers-by and make them laugh through improvisation. The laughter of the audience and the scores of the three judges will comprehensively evaluate the trainees' scores. If the total score is less than 50, it means that the assessment has failed. We The trainees will be dismissed from the program team."
"The area randomly selected today is - Yefeng Town!"
"Now let's invite our trainee to participate in the assessment, Heishi Xiaoguo. He has selected the target audience and a wonderful show is about to be staged."
The clown man skipped to the camera, bowed, smoothed his fluorescent pink hair, and strode towards the homeless people commemorating Chen Jiming.
Three cameras followed, followed by a three-person jury holding scoreboards, and several staff members.
From the logo on the shooting equipment, it can be seen that they are from West City TV Station.
The reason why they dare to come to Yefeng Town from the city comes from the five security robots around them.
The security robot is loaded with weapons and equipped with the latest security system.
They can lay out a firepower network comparable to dozens of people firing at the same time in a few seconds, and ordinary gang members can't do anything to them.
What should you do if you encounter unusual gang members?
Of course, let the program crew protect the camera as much as possible before the death!
Isn't such an explosive program more attractive to the audience than a talk show?
As long as the ratings can be increased, the program team will not lose even if they all die.
Mo Fan doesn't like to join in the fun and has no interest in talk shows.
He cared more about filling his stomach quickly than these.
He picked up two plates of rice bowls that had just come out of the pot and stuffed them into his mouth.
Halfway through the meal, I found the boss next to me flipping back into the dining car.
The boss started to put away the tables, as if he was about to close the shop.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"If blood is spilled in the kitchen, the ingredients will no longer be fresh?"
"You mean they're going to fight?"
Speaking of this, Mo Fan suddenly became interested.
When the program crew passed by, he felt a strong aura from one of the judges.
Definitely a good product.
"If it was Ninth Media, today's program would be very good, and I would go there and join in the fun. But if it is the official TV station of West City, even if there is no fight, those idiots will spoil the atmosphere. The atmosphere has changed. It’s bad, the food doesn’t taste good.”
Mo Fan nodded as if understanding. His instinct told him to eat quickly, otherwise he would be late to pick up the prosthetic body.
On the program team's side, the clown man moved very quickly and had already started talking to the homeless people.
For the price of treating everyone to dinner, keep them for tonight's show.
The young man with goggles who had a virtual ghost coin also walked over and paused the projected concert.
The clown man quickly glanced around the scene, and inspiration came to him instantly.
After a simple opening foreshadowing, tonight’s jokes began.
"There is a 80% vegetarian burger restaurant downstairs in my house. Recently, there was a nest of rats. They were eyeing the display cabinets where the food was stored and wanted to knock over the cabinets to get the food."
"When the staff followed up on the monitoring, they said that it was initially a mouse. It found that it could not push the display cabinet, so it called more companions. Hundreds of mice poured into the store, cooperated with each other, and even used tools, such as screwdrivers and screwdrivers. After a lot of hard work, the hammer finally pushed the cabinet. But what they received was not food falling from the sky, but a heavy metal cabinet."
"Yesterday I passed by a burger shop and found that two display cabinets had been added to the store. I asked them how they had the money to buy new display cabinets. After they said that, they launched real meat burgers, which were very popular with the public and made a lot of money. .”
The clown man finished telling his joke with a proud face, but found that he did not get the expected laughter and applause, and the scene fell into embarrassment for a moment.
He looked at the goggle-wearing young man pleadingly, eager to get feedback from this tasteful upper-class man.
However, the goggle-wearing young man didn't bother to look at him and continued to play "Night of Fever".
The three judges wrote scores of 7, 8, and 6 on the scoreboards respectively.
The host came to the clown man, took out the decibel meter, and gloated:
"Congratulations on your high score of 21 points from the judging panel. Unfortunately, the laughter on the spot was 0 points, and the overall score was 42 points. You failed the assessment. Unfortunately, you were fired."
After hearing the result, the clown man instantly broke through his guard, grabbed the host's collar and shouted:
"I'm not convinced. I'm applying to take another assessment. You can't do this to me and find a group of rats to judge my art. You are obliterating art and persecuting artists!"
"Especially that person. If you put him in a theater, the audience who was so offended by me would laugh very loudly. There must be something wrong with him!"
The host easily broke away from the clown man's hands, his tone became colder, he turned off the microphone and whispered:
"Don't show shame in front of the camera. Your show is over."
The host's whispered threats were like a basin of cold water, cooling down the clown who was trapped in a red temperature.
He lowered his head and returned to the program group as if he had lost his soul.
The host was about to call it a day and return, just as the video of "Fanatical Night" was finished.
The young man with goggles turned off the electronic incense burner and turned to look at the program crew.
"Wait, don't leave yet."
"What's the matter?" the host asked.
The young man with goggles pointed at the clown, "Did you tell the joke just now to me?"
Hearing the question, the clown man regained his consciousness and said with resentment:
"Not anymore. You don't deserve to listen to my art."
The next moment, Clown Man's head exploded like a watermelon.
The young man with goggles had a silver revolver in his hand and spun it twice.
No one saw when he drew the gun.
"What a coincidence. I'm also an artist. I'm good at violent art, so I'm just right to perform it for you."
After a brief silence, the three judges showed their cards at the same time.
"10 points!"×3
Looking at the soaring popularity and increasing ratings backstage, the host clapped and said:
"This is a joke that is adaptable and effective. Sir, would you like to join our program as an intern?"
The young man with goggles frowned, "Not interested."
The host came closer and whispered in the low voice that threatened the clown just now:
"As long as you are a guest on two programs, we can pretend that what happened today never happened and we will not hold you responsible for anything."
"roll."
The host withdrew from the crowd and said loudly to the camera:
"Unfortunately, then we can only hold you legally responsible. Please come with us."
The host waved his hand, and five security robots simultaneously aimed their weapons at the goggles-wearing young man.
But the next moment, five bullets were fired at the same time, accurately hitting the security robot's processor, and the five security robots were scrapped on the spot.
Just when the young man with the goggles turned his gun again, one of the three judges quickly pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed the gun at the young man with the goggles.
The bullet cylinder of the silver revolver can only hold six bullets. After killing the clown man and five security robots, all the bullets have been used up.
Now is the time to counterattack!
The gun-wielding judge's eyes sharpened. At this moment, he saw a promotion and salary increase, a high bonus, and a bright future.
boom!
After the gunshot, he also saw his own brain.
Mo Fan walked out from the side holding a gun. He swallowed the last mouthful of the rice bowl.
Then he used the kitchen knife he borrowed from his boss to cut off the prosthetic right hand of the gun-wielding judge.
"I knew something good would happen to me."
