The others stopped trying to comfort Old Gao, and Old Gao understood his fate as well.
According to the previous contract, once he failed, he could only disband his team and contribute all his remaining traffic.
But that remaining traffic was the foundation of his livelihood. It involved many secret techniques, and once he handed it over, there would basically be nothing left for him.
Only now did he realize, belatedly, that he seemed to have been tricked. But there was no turning back.
The only good news was that Boss Black paid well. The money would be enough to put one child through college and pin his hopes on him.
As for the other child... may he fend for himself.
Silently watching the Illusion in the air, he sat in his chair and quietly counted down.
Three...
Two...
One...
When the countdown ended, the points refreshed. My Unemployment Life jumped to 357 points, stepping over Wandering Kitchen to take seventh place.
Someone beside him looked at Old Gao and said stiffly after a long while, "Wait a little longer. Maybe there'll be a miracle."
"There won't be." Old Gao sighed, then said with a bitter smile, "Whoever comes in last gets eliminated. That's the rule Boss Black set."
Looking at everyone, Old Gao clapped his hands and drew the attention of the people from his studio.
Then he said solemnly, "Everyone, I know I haven't been a good producer. All you've learned by my side are quite a few crooked tricks. Our studio is closing down, but you can join Boss Black's team. At least that's some small blessing amid the misfortune."
He took the string of keys hanging from his waist, pulled off a small jade piece from among them, and tossed it to Old Black in the