Translator: _Min_
In the chaotic world of the entertainnt industry, where many climbed the ladder through the patronage of wealthy sponsors, Si Fuqing remained untainted for now.
But Zuo Zonghe cynically thought that sooner or later, she too would be sent to soone else’s bed.
After all, the Zuo family had supported her for thirteen years—it was ti for so payback.
“The villagers here are quite knowledgeable about dicinal herbs,” the guide hesitated, “but they’re pretty insular, especially when it cos to certain… dicines. It might be difficult.”
“Just say it’s for marital purposes between couples. These villagers seem backward; so extra money should do the trick.” Zuo Zonghe casually produced a bank card, “there’s half a million on it, take one hundred thousand for the task, with another five hundred thousand as a reward upon success.” For him, one hundred thousand was just a price he paid to have fun.
But to the villagers, that amount was a fortune.
This would ensure the dicine was delivered with the utmost respect.
“Mr. Zuo really is generous,” the guide exclaid with ecstatic gratitude. “I will accomplish it without fail!”
Zuo Zonghe, nonchalantly waving his hand, received a phone call that seed to slightly sour his mood.
Observing this, the guide inquired with concern, “Mr. Zuo, has another troubleso matter arisen?”
For him, guiding and purchasing dicine was a lucrative deal, easily earning him hundreds of thousands.
“My younger sister,” Mr. Zuo ntioned casually, “she heard that soone in this village knows dicine and asked to inquire about the whereabouts of the ‘Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand.’ As if I have the ti for that.”
“And besides, if the Yu family can’t find soone, how could I?”
Two months ago, Yu Yao had briefly ntioned this to the Zuo family, and Zuo Xianyu took it to heart.
Now with Zuo Xianyu temporarily stepping down from her role, her urgency had only intensified.
Mr. Zuo glanced disdainfully at the surrounding forests, “And this place, so backward and impoverished it doesn’t even have a Wi-Fi signal. Why would the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand co to such a wretched place?”
“That’s not necessarily true,” the guide shook his head, lowering his voice, ‘Mr. Zuo, between us, the people in this village are quite peculiar. I’ve even seen a few people wandering around at night wearing white helts, doing who knows what.’
Mr. Zuo expressed his disgust, “They might just be lunatics.”
He planned to leave imdiately after his business was concluded, unwilling to stay a second longer in this backward place.
anwhile, the filming of the show continued.
As evening fell, the live audience grew.
[Why does their wilderness survival make so hungry? I could eat two more bowls of instant noodles.]
[Watching Si Fuqing eat always makes hungry. Darn it, this woman is thwarting my diet plans!]
[She looks like a cute squirrel when she puffs her cheeks while eating. My wife is adorable.]
[Wake up, how much did you drink?]
[Why doesn’t Si Fuqing share so food with her pet? Can’t you see it’s drooling? At least put on a show for the live broadcast.]
Little Bai was eyeing Ning Luoyao’s golden bracelet, its eyes gleaming with hunger.
So hungry.
So desiring to eat.
But its food was carried by Shang Lu, making it impossible to steal a bite.
“Qingqing, is it hungry?” Ning Luoyao noticed, “Can it eat roasted chicken legs?”
“It doesn’t eat chicken,” Si Fuqing bluntly pushed Little Bai into her embrace, “It’s picky. It will find its own food at night. Anything else causes allergies.”
Little Bails eyes were filled with a forlorn longing.
Curse its inconsiderate owner.
“Alright, everyone, please rember this is a survival ga,” the assistant director reminded them, hands clasped behind his back, “So tonight, you’ll be sleeping over there.”
The group turned their heads.
Ning Luoyao was visibly alard, “Assistant-Assistant Director, that’s just an open field. ”
Yuan Heping interjected, “You don’t expect us to sleep on the grass, do you?”
“Of course not, ” the assistant director clapped his hands. “See those materials?
If you’re skilled enough, you could build not just tents but even wooden huts.”
Yuan Heping looked again, noticing a pile of round logs: ‘
Oh my.]
[This show is too intense, I’ll definitely watch from beginning-to-end.]
[I’m anticipating for tomorrow, I heard that tomorrow they will have to gather supplies.]
“Let’s build it ourselves,” Si Fuqing stood up, “I’m full, it’s ti to stretch the limbs. ”
While the others were still hesitating, Si Fuqing had already approached the logs, effortlessly lifting one and placing it on the ground.
She then fetched nails and a hamr, starting to build with a surprisingly light-hearted expression..
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