My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 324 - 322: Striptease

Qi Ming’s gift of gab was unmatched, and coupled with the fact that he knew he was in the wrong, his face turned red but he couldn’t refute Wen Qiao. In a moment of desperation, he suddenly had a bright idea, "Why don’t we ask the production team for help?"

"......"

Wen Qiao glanced at him disdainfully, "You might as well kneel down right here and now and pray for a miracle to conjure a matchstick for you."

Qi Ming thought the same.

Not long ago, the production team had said that if they couldn’t find their way out, it would be just as good to let the audience watch them do a comic dialogue.

Just as he was prepared to face reality with a crestfallen look, the staff member’s voice rang out in the room once more, "We can help."

Qi Ming immediately looked up, his eyes filled with surprise as he turned to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao furrowed his brows and after a moment of silence walked up to the camera, "What’s the catch?"

Qi Ming also leaned in, watching the cold machine with a hopeful face.

The staff member, "The director said it’s up to you to come up with something. If he thinks it’s worth it, he’ll give you another match."

Qi Ming’s expression fell, "What? Now we have to trade favors?"

Wen Qiao glanced at him, "You give us the matchstick, and Qi Ming will do a striptease to boost your ratings."

Qi Ming’s eyes widened in an instant, and he clutched at his collar tightly, "I won’t! I didn’t agree to this! You do the dance!"

His whole body screamed "I am an innocent bystander; I’ll perform but not sell my body."

Wen Qiao was about to say something when the staff member spoke up first, "The director said that condition is too clichéd, and we’re here to make a respectable variety show, not to pander to fans."

Wen Qiao was not buying their act, "If you were really that principled, you wouldn’t have locked me up in here with him."

The staff member, "Wen Qiao’s disrespectful remarks and challenging of the production team’s authority have earned a yellow card."

Wen Qiao, "My goodness—"

The staff member, "Wen Qiao is spewing—"

"What spewing? Shut up!" Wen Qiao snapped at the staff member, "I meant to say I’m having a good day."

[No one’s buying it, you’re talking out of your ass.]

[Yellow-card couple? Not too bad.]

[I’ve realized no matter who Wen Qiao is locked up with, I can still find something funny.]

[Production team: Keep up the resistance, and we’ll issue you another yellow card. Let’s see whether your defiance is stronger than the number of our cards.]

[Wen Qiao: ¥%#@#%...&*]

Qi Ming coughed softly, leaning close to Wen Qiao’s ear and whispered, "When under someone’s roof, you don’t have a choice but to bow your head, be careful."

Wen Qiao shot him a glare that could kill, "This is all because of you."

Qi Ming fell silent.

Wen Qiao looked at the camera again, "So what do you really want us to do?"

The staff member, "The director says it’s up to you."

"....."

I’d like to ’deal’ with you, Wen Qiao thought bitterly inside.

It became clear to Wen Qiao that without hosting a feast to satiate their greedy appetites, the production team would not be satisfied.

Considering the director Li Mushun’s personality, which can be plainly described as someone who enjoys stirring up trouble, any condition they proposed that was unexpected would be viable.

After pondering for a moment, Wen Qiao’s brows lifted, and he began to smile, "I’m afraid my terms might be too generous for you to handle."

The staff member, "Let’s hear it."

Wen Qiao smiled craftily, "The show’s regular MCs can’t just be the two of us, right? How about you switch the camera to the other artists, and we’ll have a little private chat?"

Consequently, the audience in the livestream saw the screen appear to freeze, as if the staff was pondering, then after two seconds, the camera switched, and the people on screen were now a few other guests.

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