Survival game: my plug-ins can stack up

"Just because I know Wang Dongliang is dead, you all say it was me," Zhao Xun showed an angry look at the right time, "I heard that Wang Dongliang died on the stage in front of everyone, and I just What are you doing when you come back from outside?"

The two strong men were stunned.

They looked at each other and had to admit that what Zhao Xun said made sense.

"Besides, I only dared to come back after hearing the news of Wang Dongliang's death. If he is dead, I don't have to worry about being locked up in the basement again." Zhao Xun shrugged, "If I really killed him , why should I come back? Is it normal to run far away?"

The two strong men looked at each other again, but neither of them spoke.

They all felt that Zhao Xun was right, and his momentum was much weaker.

After a moment of silence, Strong Man A asked Zhao Xun: "Then how did you escape from the cage?"

"I can pick the lock," Zhao Xun opened his mouth and made up, "It's just that if I run out during the day, it's easy for you to find me, so I waited until night to unlock the door and run away."

"I don't remember you knowing how to pick a lock." Strong Man B expressed doubt.

"Are you familiar with me?" Zhao Xun looked at Strong Man B, "What do I know? Will I show it to you?"

Strong Man B choked and said nothing.

"Besides, I'm often locked up. Isn't it normal for me to secretly learn to open locks in order to protect myself?" Zhao Xun added.

Although he has no memory of his character's previous experiences in this game, according to Wang Dongliang, Wang Ling'er, and Liao Ming, his character must have been locked up not once or twice.

There’s nothing wrong with saying that.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Xun's words, neither of the two strong men asked any more questions.

"What were you talking about before I came here?" Zhao Xun changed the subject at the right time, "Are you discussing whether to stay or leave the performance troupe, or who will be the leader?"

"What, you want to compete for the group leader?" A middle-aged man with a beard spoke up. He warned Zhao Xun, "You are still young and I'm afraid you don't have the ability to bear the livelihood of the entire performing group."

Zhao Xun glanced at the bearded man.

It looks familiar.

If he remembered correctly, in reality, this man should be the doorman.

He had no memory of his specific name. He only remembered that everyone called him "Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang's identity here seems to be... that of a performer.

I just can't tell what the specific performance is.

Judging from Uncle Wang's attitude, it was obvious that he had coveted the position of group leader for a long time and was afraid that someone else would take it away.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in being the group leader." Zhao Xun waved his hand, "I just want to know if you have any results from your discussion."

Although Zhao Xun said this, Uncle Wang was not completely relieved.

Uncle Wang snorted: "You'd better really think so."

Zhao Xun was too lazy to talk nonsense to Uncle Wang. He searched around and finally saw Wang Ling'er hiding in the farthest corner.

Wang Ling'er was also looking at Zhao Xun. When Zhao Xun noticed her, she quietly waved her hand as a greeting.

Zhao Xun calmly shifted his gaze, and no one noticed his special attention to Wang Ling'er.

Seeing that Zhao Xun didn't speak anymore, Uncle Wang turned to look at the others and spoke again: "I have stayed in this performance troupe for the longest time, and I have been with Captain Wang the longest. The member structure of the troupe, I know everything about the performance projects, wandering routes, as well as the contact information and contact process with each theater."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone: "I think there is no one more suitable to be the new leader than me."

Everyone was silent. Familiar people would look at each other's expressions, but no one spoke for a while.

No one objected, but no one agreed.

Uncle Wang was not satisfied and raised his voice slightly: "Since no one raised any objections or took the initiative to take this responsibility, then I will be the leader."

Everyone was still silent.

So, Uncle Wang immediately stepped into the role of the group leader and began to arrange for two strong men to handle Wang Dongliang's body and arrange for others to prepare for the afternoon performance.

Although everyone had complaints about Uncle Wang becoming the new group leader, they could not find a more suitable candidate.

Some of them want to be the group leader themselves, but they all know in their hearts that their qualifications are simply not enough.

Between them and Uncle Wang, most people would prefer Uncle Wang.

That's why none of them spoke up.

The matter of Uncle Wang being the group leader is finally settled.

After everyone had arranged their own affairs, Uncle Wang looked again at Zhao Xun, who had been standing aside.

He looked Zhao Xun up and down and asked: "I know that you have always been dissatisfied with the performance program that Captain Wang has arranged for you. So tell me what you want to perform? If appropriate, I can change it for you."

Zhao Xun thought for a while and replied: "Can I wait two days and give you an answer? It's not appropriate to suddenly ask me to join someone else's team now. I may not be able to get along well."

"That's okay. Anyway, "Caged Bird" is not a show that must be performed." Uncle Wang agreed.

In fact, everyone knows that "Caged Bird" is a program deliberately created by Wang Dongliang to antagonize Zhao Xun.

There is nothing particularly outstanding about this show, nor is it the specialty of their performing group.

After a pause, Uncle Wang added: "Then during these two days, if you can't perform, you have to be responsible for the logistics. Clean up the trash in the theater, okay?"

"Okay." Zhao Xun agreed readily.

Seeing how cooperative Zhao Xun was, Uncle Wang finally believed that Zhao Xun had no intention of becoming the group leader.

"Then I'll get busy first. Remember to do your job well." After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the room where Wang Dongliang lived.

Now, it's his room.

He had to carefully calculate how many good things he could inherit from Wang Dongliang.

After Uncle Wang left, Wang Ling'er cautiously walked toward Zhao Xun.

Before she could speak, she suddenly saw a petite dwarf marmoset running behind Zhao Xun.

She looked at it curiously: "Is this...is this a monkey? It's so small."

"What little monkey?" Zhao Xun pretended not to know, turned around and looked over.

The moment he turned around, he quickly took out a stone from his pocket.

The pygmy tamarin took the initiative and jumped towards the stone. The moment it touched the stone, it was taken back into the stone.

When he returned here, while everyone was gathered together, he asked the pygmy marmoset to return all the keys he had stolen before.

When Uncle Wang goes to take stock of Wang Dongliang's things, he won't know that these keys have never been seen before.

Wang Ling'er took a few steps closer to take a closer look at the small animal that was passing by, only to find that the pygmy marmoset was missing.

"Eh? What's going on?" Wang Ling'er looked confused, "I just saw a little monkey running behind you."

"Perhaps you're dazzled?" Zhao Xun said naturally. Before Wang Ling'er could think more, he changed the subject, "Have you ever considered leaving the performance troupe?"

Wang Ling'er was stunned by Zhao Xun's words, and it took a while before she spoke: "Why do you mention this so suddenly?"

"Do you want to always perform in a performance troupe?" Zhao Xun asked without answering.

"I...I don't want to." Wang Linger's voice was very low.

When she said the word "don't want to", she looked around nervously, as if she was afraid that if someone heard her, she would be beaten.

After she was nervous, she remembered that Wang Dongliang, who would beat her, was dead, and she no longer had to be as worried as before.

But this nervousness seems to have become a conditioned reflex. She feels scared even thinking about "freedom".

However, after saying this, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that the secret that had been buried in her heart for a long time was finally revealed to her mouth.

"I can take you away," Zhao Xun said very seriously, "but you have to think clearly about where you are going and what you can do, because I am only responsible for taking you away, and you have to walk the road to the future by yourself."

Wang Ling'er was stunned for a while, and then murmured: "But my ID card and household registration book..."

"I can get it for you." Zhao Xun said firmly.

In the entire performance troupe, Wang Ling'er's identity is somewhat different from other members.

She is Wang Dongliang's niece. Her parents were killed in a car accident. Her grandparents are old and have patriarchal ideas and are unwilling to raise a girl.

In the end, she was kicked to Wang Dongliang like a ball by various relatives.

Wang Dongliang didn't want to raise other people's daughters, but because of the nature of his work, Wang Linger could help, so he agreed to raise Wang Linger.

Since then, Wang Ling'er has grown up next to Wang Dongliang, and her household registration is also in Wang Dongliang's name.

In reality, Wang Linger and Wang Dongliang have an uncle-nephew relationship. In this dream game, this should not change.

Hearing what Zhao Xun said, Wang Linger burst into tears: "Thank you Zhao Xun, you are really kind."

"I haven't finished the matter yet. It's not too late for you to thank me when it's done." Zhao Xun waved his hand and reminded, "Are you sure you want to leave the performance troupe now?"

Wang Ling'er was silent for a while and nodded solemnly: "Well, I want to leave. I don't like what I am doing now, but I have been unable to change it. If there is a chance, I would like to leave."

"Okay, just think it over yourself." Zhao Xun walked toward the room where the group leader lived, "Let's go and talk to Uncle Wang first."

Wang Ling'er followed closely behind Zhao Xun. She asked with some confusion: "What are you talking about with Uncle Wang?"

"He is now the new group leader. He will live in the room where Wang Dongliang lived before, and will inherit all Wang Dongliang's things." Zhao Xun explained to Wang Linger, "Moreover, he has a close relationship with Wang Dongliang. Your household registration And ID card, no matter where Wang Dongliang hides it, Uncle Wang should be able to find it."

"You're right." Wang Ling'er's eyes brightened instantly, "As long as Uncle Wang and I discuss it carefully, he still has a good chance of letting me go."

Wang Dongliang controlled her not only to let her perform to help him make money, but most importantly, he wanted to wait until she was old enough to sell her at a good price.

Whether nominally or legally, Wang Dongliang is her elder and has the right to arrange her "marriage", and it's hard for others to say anything.

But Uncle Wang does not have this right.

Thinking of this, Wang Linger's steps unconsciously became brisk.

The two quickly walked into the group leader's room.

Uncle Wang didn't close the door and was bending over to pull out a large wooden box from under the bed.

The wooden box scraped against the ground and made a loud sound, preventing him from hearing the footsteps of Zhao Xun and Wang Linger.

"Uncle Wang." Wang Ling'er said.

Uncle Wang was startled and subconsciously straightened up immediately.

When he turned around and saw Zhao Xun and Wang Ling'er standing at the door, he realized that Wang Dongliang was dead. He was now legitimately inheriting Wang Dongliang's things. He was not stealing and there was no need to feel guilty.

Uncle Wang coughed dryly and sat directly on the big wooden box: "Why are you two here?"

"I have something to do with you." Zhao Xun walked into the room.

Wang Ling'er followed in obediently.

Then Zhao Xun closed the door.

Seeing Zhao Xun suddenly close the door, Uncle Wang was nervous for a moment.

"What are you going to do?" Uncle Wang stood up and asked Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun could see Uncle Wang's nervousness, and he smiled kindly: "Wang Ling'er wants to leave the performing group. Find her ID card and household register and let her go."

Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment, then sat back again: "Is this why you two came to me?"

"Yes, Uncle Wang," Wang Ling'er pleaded, "My uncle is dead, and I have no reason to continue to stay in this performance troupe. I want to leave."

Confirming that these two people were seeking something from him, Uncle Wang crossed his legs and put on a high profile: "As soon as I, the new leader, took office, one of the members suddenly left. It's easy to get upset."

He showed an embarrassed look and said to Wang Ling'er: "Ling'er, it's not that I don't want you to leave, but if you leave at this time, it is easy for other members to mistakenly think that you left because you disobeyed me and became the leader. Your identity is different from others. , because of Captain Wang, some people’s hearts will be towards you. Once you leave, those people who are towards you are likely to feel rebellious, which is not conducive to my management of the performance troupe.”

"I can explain it to others." Wang Linger said, "I will tell them that I have no objection to you. I just chose to leave because I wanted to change my life."

Uncle Wang's brows were furrowed, with a tangled expression as if heaven and man were at war.

Wang Ling'er kept waiting for Uncle Wang to speak, feeling a little anxious.

Zhao Xun folded his arms and admired Uncle Wang's performance.

Wang Ling'er couldn't tell, but Zhao Xun saw through it at a glance.

Uncle Wang just wanted to get more benefits, so he was willing to let him go.

Saying these words and making an embarrassed expression are nothing more than putting psychological pressure on Wang Ling'er.

In this way, when the conditions are proposed later, it will be easier for Wang Ling'er to agree.

But for Zhao Xun, Uncle Wang's acting skills were average and his expressions were exaggerated, making it too easy to see through his purpose.

Sure enough, after being silent for a long time, when Wang Linger finally couldn't help but ask, Uncle Wang spoke again.

"Ling'er, it's not easy to train a performer in the troupe. The time and energy spent can't be wasted." Uncle Wang sighed heavily at Wang Ling'er, looking very helpless, "You are performing right now. If I quit suddenly at my best age, this would be a loss. What’s more, I can’t find someone new to replace me right away, which is another loss.”

Until this time, Wang Ling'er finally came to her senses and understood what Uncle Wang meant.

Her mood dropped, and her voice became lower: "How much money do you want to make up for this loss?"

Uncle Wang raised a hand: "Fifty thousand, if you pay fifty thousand as compensation, I will give you your ID card and household registration booklet, and let you leave the performance troupe."

Thanks to [book friend 20200705172334317] for his 2-month ticket, and [radish loves to eat vegetables] for his 2-month ticket~