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"No, Teacher Qin's phone has been shutting down."

"Where's his assistant?"

This assistant was sent by them.

"Xiao Lin said, she never got in touch with Mr. Qin once."

The director of the provincial and Taiwan authorities only felt a headache.

Such a popular show, from his many years of variety shows.

It's been fine for years.

But the problem is that the producer Qin Mu doesn't seem to care much about money.

If Qin Mu is bypassed, the copyright will be sold to a foreign TV station.

It can still be done if you insist on doing it this way.

But the director of the provincial station knew that the most important thing about this show was Qin Mu!

It can be said that Qin Mu has become 28 IPs!

As long as he "makes his own way" as usual, Qin Mu will probably go to other TV stations in a fit of anger.

Therefore, he still needs to find Qin Mu.

"Tell Xiao Lin that if Qin Mu can't be found within 24 hours, I will suggest that Qin Mu get another assistant."

Lin Qingyu received a call.

Her face turned pale, she had never even seen her own boss.

Build up a studio.

As a result, within a few days, the investors behind him are going to suggest that their boss change to an assistant?

"Change it, change it, I won't serve you anymore!"

Lin Qingyu muttered.

But the hand is still very honest and continues to dial Qin Mu's phone persistently.

"Mr. Qin, you are my own father, answer the phone quickly."

Lin Qingyu was about to cry.

If Qin Mu can't be found for a day, her job with a monthly salary of 15K will be gone.

Being a worker is so hard, there is no choice at all.

Qin Mu who just got off the plane from Bagh.

After turning on the phone, I found that there were 99 missed calls.

And text messages too.

"Lin Qingyu? It seems like an assistant sent to me by the provincial TV station?"

Look at those text messages that are almost pleading.

It went on for a full 10 hours.

At this time the phone rang again.

It was my little assistant.

"Hey?"

"Woooooh, Teacher Qin, you finally answered the phone."

Lin Qingyu said in a crying voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Is such that."

Lin Qingyu quickly explained what the director of the provincial station told him.

"Oh, then follow the industry rules."

"Where are you? When signing the contract, you are still required to be present."

Lin Qingyu said that Qin Mu is the owner of the studio.

In his absence, the contract must be void.

It's the same even if the seal is in her hand.

"I am, I am in Bagh."

Qin Mu said, the words fell.

There was a loud explosion in the distance.

Bagh is a city caught in a decade of war.

The explosion sounded nothing at all.

It can only be regarded as everyday.

As long as the bomb doesn't fly above your head.

People also do what they have to do.

"Where are you? Which studio?"

Lin Qingyu thought Qin Mu was on a certain set.

Who knew he was in Bagh?

"I'm in Bagh. Didn't I just say that?"

Lin Qingyu was in a trance for a while.

Barger, she knew very well, was full of people with guns.

There, personal safety is not guaranteed at all.

"You have to be more careful, I will reply to the provincial station first."

Lin Qingyu didn't dare to disturb Qin Mu anymore.

Qin Mu was also pushed away by the flow of people.

Although this is an airport, it has some military protection.

But the people at the airport were still very afraid of terrorists rushing in.

Terrorist attacks are not uncommon in Bagh.

Followed by a series of intensive gunshots.

Of course, to Qin Mu's ears, it sounded like a relatively loud firecracker.

Provincial Taiwan, after the provincial director heard about Qin Mu.

stand up.

"How did he say?"

"Lin Qingyu said, Mr. Qin is very busy now, follow the industry rules."

According to the industry rules, Qin Mu wanted a part of the share.

The head of the provincial station breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not scary for the lion to open his mouth, but Qin Mu is afraid that he won't open his mouth!

"Cooperate with Xiao Qin according to the highest standard in the industry, and give an extra [-]% share."

The director of the provincial and Taiwan authorities said with a heartache.

For the standard he gave, each partner has at least 20 years of experience in the industry.

But Qin Mu was born out of nowhere.

And no matter how much you pay, as long as the rival TV station can't cooperate with Qin Mu.

He earns less for less.

Qin Mu didn't know about these things, and he didn't care too much.

He met Su Yunwen.

Although Su Yunwen's thin eyes looked bright.

But there is exhaustion that cannot be concealed.

Beside him were two heavily armed soldiers.

But it looks like there are weapons and equipment.

It should not be Huaxia.

It should be a very common mercenary in Bagh.

These blood-licking guys.

Jiang He looked at the young man in front of him, he and Su Yunwen were old collaborators.

Su Yunwen's work is also very easy.

You only need to guard the periphery of some ruins.

But this young man, Jiang He felt that he couldn't see through.

The guy looked like he was being carried along by the crowd.

But in fact, he is the kind of person who can do a job with ease.

And I instinctively told myself that this person, their small mercenary group probably couldn't beat 487 together.

"Mr. Qin!"

Su Yunwen held Qin Mu's hands.

Like a student seeing a teacher.

"Professor Su doesn't have to be like this."

Qin Mu smiled awkwardly and said.

"No, your explanation of the Sumerian civilization, plus that live broadcast, made my old Su really amazed. Those who are masters are teachers, so you are my teacher."

Qin Mu had question marks all over his face, but Ban Donglin and Sun Zhiqing also seemed to have this kind of character.

So he made a haha ​​and fooled it.

Got into a jeep.

"Jianghe, go to Wahelan Town."

After Su Yunwen finished talking to Jiang He, he turned his head and talked to Qin Mu again.

"The small town of Wahlan is where I often live. Where is the place that will not be attacked by terrorists nearby? Where are the scholars who study Sumerian civilization from many countries."

Qin Mu nodded.

They came to a small three-story western-style building.

"Come in, this is my small research institute."

Su Yunwen invited Qin Mu to the small foreign building.

Lots of photos here.

They are all the remains of the Sumerian civilization, and there are still pictures of pottery fragments left over.

"Mr. Qin, there is one thing I don't quite understand."

Su Yunwen asked Qin Mu and said.

"What don't you understand?"

"If the Sumerian civilization was as developed as you said, why did it use pottery tablets to record it?".