"I can't tell the exact amount, but I can only record a program for at least tens of thousands." Xiao Yuan thought for a while.

"Ten thousand?" Wen Yiqian said in a lost voice.

"Is it too little?" Xiao Yuan said quickly, "Compared with the appearance fees of those stars, it is indeed a bit less."

He paused, "But the appearance fee should be easy to discuss, and their program team is not short of this amount of money."

"How long does it take to record a program?" Wen Yiqian asked.

"It's up to two or three days." Xiao Yuan said, "If the effect is good, it might be done in one day."

"Two or three days, tens of thousands?" Wen Yiqian felt that poverty restricted his imagination.

He worked hard for several years, and the money he earned was not as good as the previous episode.

"The main reason is that Brother Qian, you are too famous now, otherwise you can add another zero to the appearance fee." Xiao Yuan said with a smile.

Wen Yiqian rubbed her cheeks and felt a little confused.

Although he was stage frightened, he dared to come on stage for a prize of 2,000 yuan.

Now that tens of thousands of dollars are placed in front of him, how can he withstand it?

"Can you tell me in detail what I need to do on this reality show?" He did not agree immediately, and thought for a moment.

"This is a commercial secret. No one else told me, just said it was a detective-type reality show." Xiao Yuan said frankly, "It is probably just a mock crime scene, and then find a few celebrities and a few detectives, and have fun together and check the case."

"What if I don't perform well? Wouldn't it be embarrassing?" Wen Yiqian asked the question he cared about the most.

It would be fine if he was a star, even if he had no brains, some fans would say he was stupid and cute.

But if he appears on the show as a professional detective, if he acts too stupid, he might be ridiculed by the entire network.

It may even be regarded as a ghost material, which is really terrible.

By then, Wen Yiqian's idol baggage will probably be directly crushed.

Of course, the most important thing is that he definitely dare not start acting on the show.

After all, under the camera, all his behavior will be infinitely magnified.

If you really want to start the performance under that situation, you may be sent to a mental hospital the next day.

"Don't worry, the reality show is mainly about the word "show" Xiao Yuan patted his chest, "Essentially there will be scripts. Just follow the script and play your own role."

"Acting?" Wen Yiqian's eyes lit up. He was quite confident in his acting skills.

It seems that it is indeed worth a try, and he has no reason to refuse.

"As human beings, they always have to try to challenge themselves to grow." Wen Yiqian muttered in his heart, "I am definitely not for money, but mainly to sharpen myself."

...

After Xiao Yuan left, Wen Yiqian closed the door and returned to the sofa to sit.

Regarding the reality show, he had already made an appointment with Xiao Yuan to meet the reality show planner tomorrow.

If there is no problem, it will be OK to negotiate salary and sign a contract.

When Wen Yiqian thought that tens of thousands of yuan would be earned soon, he became happy.

"Where is the male protagonist's 'treasure'?" He glanced around the room, "Do I want to try it on the performance mode?"

Even though performing alone is like singing a solo show, it always feels a bit stupid.

However, the performance mode can indeed increase the speed of his brain, and maybe he can find a way.

Wen Yiqian closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his eyes again.

"It actually failed." He scratched his head, closed his eyes again, and tried again, but it still had no effect.

After repeating this several times, Wen Yiqian still failed to enter the performance mode.

If you think about it carefully, it is mainly because he has no sense of crisis, which makes it difficult for him to get into the role.

Especially when performing alone, I always feel too ashamed of being a middle-aged man and very out of the way.

To sum up, I just want to say one sentence: "It has no taste and can't be involved in the play."

"Is this the legendary thing that I can't play without residual blood?" Wen Yiqian looked helpless. He really never thought that this would be the result.

"What should I do now? It's impossible to go out and find a pervert to force myself to feel a little crisis, right?"

"Would you like to try that method?"

Wen Yiqian thought for a moment, came to the bathroom, turned on the light, walked to the sink, and looked at himself in the mirror.

After calming down, he began to try to imagine that he was a pervert and made some weird and exaggerated expressions.

Ferocious, sick...

Wen Yiqian was shocked when he just started imitating.

With his imitation, the person in the mirror became more and more unfamiliar and terrifying.

He seemed to have seen the real male protagonist!

Wen Yiqian stopped quickly, his back was already wet with cold sweat.

He finally knew why he could fool others every time.

"Why am I so scared by myself?" He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind.

"If it were the original male protagonist, you could indeed hide your secret in a place that was completely impossible to find."

"But with his crazy, wanton and reckless nature, in order to make things more interesting and exciting, he will definitely give the person who is trying to investigate him a chance."

"In other words, I will definitely leave some clues."

"But where will this so-called clue be?"

Wen Yiqian thought about it and walked around the room again.

I couldn't find the clue, but I was a little hungry.

I took a look at the time and found that it was past three o'clock in the afternoon and I had breakfast at around 10 o'clock in the morning. Now it's almost time to have lunch.

Wen Yiqian also felt that he would not be able to find it for a while, so he might as well go eat something first and fill his stomach.

When he went downstairs and arrived at the first floor, he suddenly fell asleep when he passed by the corridor.

Next to the corridor, there is a mailbox.

The mailboxes are arranged neatly, with labels for each room on them.

This thing was here at the beginning of the apartment building, and communication was not yet developed at that time.

Each resident has an independent mailbox, which is really good.

However, as communication becomes more and more developed, basically no one writes a letter, and the mailbox is basically abandoned.

"Since I'm not in the room, is it possible to hide it in the mailbox?"

As soon as he thought of this, Wen Yiqian hurriedly found his room number.

From bottom to top, the fourth row, the fourth room, room 404.

Looking at the keyhole above, Wen Yiqian breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately it's not a password lock."

Although he didn't have a key and couldn't find it, there was obviously an easier way... to find a landlord!

Wen Yiqian, who was a little excited, didn't even bother to eat anything, so he hurried to find the landlord.

He was finally lucky once, and the landlord really had a spare key.

It was Wen Yiqian's mailbox, and the landlord didn't ask much and gave him the key directly.

After hurriedly returning to the corridor, Wen Yiqian looked at the mailbox No. 404, and his hands holding the key were trembling slightly due to excitement.

Insert the key into the keyhole and twist it.

"Click!"
Chapter completed!