From an outsider's perspective, Lu Ban probably looked like a freeloader who relied on his own reputation to get by.
In reality, Lu Ban was indeed freeloading.
Though given his assets, buying a hotel around here would be completely effortless, how could spending his own money compare to getting things for free?
Besides, if Lu Ban participated in the film festival as a judge, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous promotion for the Miskatonic Film Festival, bringing in immeasurable benefits; Lu Ban eating a little of their food was hardly disgraceful.
After chatting with the people from the film festival organizing committee for a while, Lu Ban left the place, holding a few cases of discs.
These discs were the entries for the film festival, and Lu Ban planned to find some time to watch them and give his evaluations.
Walking downstairs, Lu Ban saw that psychiatric hospital again.
The sky had grown somewhat gloomy, the cold wind blowing sharply and stirring the treetops with a rustling sound that made the asylum appear even more profound.
We might as well go inside the psychiatric hospital to take a look; perhaps those patients can come up with some wonderful ideas after watching the films.
Lu Ban suggested.
Are you serious?
Feng Yu glanced at Lu Ban.
Yay, it's an asylum!
Bao Bao, on the other hand, looked quite happy.
Probably by hanging out with crazy people, she could also feel a chaotic joy.
I won't disturb your asylum tour; I'm heading back to the hotel first.
Feng Yu had no intention of entering the psychiatric hospital, leaving behind only Lu Ban and Bao Bao.
The two arrived at the entrance and saw a beer-bellied, bald North American security guard holding a hot dog overflowing with yellow mustard while browsing his phone,