At the same time, Mayor Jincheng knew he had to stay vigilant. As an old man who could barely be considered successful and had extensive life experience, he knew all too well that public opinion could sometimes be impossible to control.
This show might become a powerful tool for saving the island, or it might kick him into the abyss and ensure that this crime-ridden island could never recover.
So when signing the contract, he had specifically included his concerns: the Production Team had to steer the show in a direction that cleared the town's name, rather than chasing hype and making the place's reputation even worse out of desperation.
If something like that really happened, the compensation he received would at least be enough to make up for some of his losses.
"That TV Station has deep roots in Kyushu and extensive connections. Many lawyers in the industry have dealt with them."
Mayor Jincheng laced his fingers together and said to "Lawyer Shirai" before him, "That's why I specifically invited you from out of town. I hope you can disguise yourself as a maid in my household and help me see whether they've truly fulfilled their promises—the terms are very detailed, and I'm afraid just finding anyone for the job wouldn't be enough."
Curacao nodded, looking thoroughly professional and dedicated. Yet she did not care in the slightest about this so-called show, much less the island's future.
There was only one thing she cared about—the "treasure" that had gone missing from the mayor's home.
When it had first disappeared, the organization had sent people to search for it, but unfortunately, they found nothing.
Rum had nearly given up on it, but recently, new information had suddenly spread across the island.
After briefly zoning out, Curacao raised her head