Yan Xianjue had no choice.
Yan Xianjue did not know how to pitch a yurt, either.
That simply was not a skill a young city-bred master should have.
But he had money.
Once he wielded the power of money, the coaches Lei Xuan had hired put up the yurts in no time.
A cause for celebration—at last, the guests no longer had to sleep on the ground.
"I get it now. Yan Xianjue is actually the most useful guest on this show!"
"Read the livestream's name again. Clearly, Young Master is the subject. Kid, you came to this realization too late."
"I'm dying. Did you see Ye You's expression when the camera panned over him just now?"
"I don't know whether the person above got it right, but Ye You definitely realized the wrong thing."
"Yan Xianjue's sins run deep! He misled a minor!"
Lei Xuan looked with satisfaction at the row of yurts. The three in the middle were for the guests, while several others had been set up farther out for the production crew and Yan Xianjue's bodyguards.
They were a little farther away because they could not enter the guests' area.
But that was unimportant. Cameras would be installed inside the yurts as well.
There was no helping it. The boss had money, Lei Xuan thought grandly.
Even when he spent his father's money, he had never been this generous.
Then, with complete justification, he took over Yan Xianjue's yurt.
It was not exactly taking it over. He had merely claimed a bed inside.
He even dragged Ji Xi in with him.
Unfortunately, Yao Weiran was unwilling. Otherwise, the four of them could have played mahjong together or something.
Yan Xianjue merely rolled his eyes at him in speechless exasperation.
Still, he tacitly allowed him to move