End of Recording (Four-Thousand-Word Chapter)

Several of them looked in the direction Huang Xiaoxiao was pointing.

They saw Lin Yuan strolling over leisurely, his face expressionless.

Seeing that his hands were empty, everyone assumed he had come back empty-handed.

These supplies were not even enough for three people to eat, let alone their group of seven or eight. How could it possibly be enough?

The production crew was really putting them through the wringer.

If they had not already signed the contract and the show had not begun airing, leaving halfway through in a display of diva behavior would have damaged their reputations. Otherwise, they would have left long ago.

Similar shows had aired before, and there had been several disasters.

For example, one washed-up celebrity had been shocked that breakfast consisted only of plain, humble food, with no milk or eggs. A breakfast that did not cost several hundred yuan was not enough to meet his nutritional needs.

Once the episode aired, it was immediately ridiculed by countless viewers online and sparked heated debate.

"Lin Yuan, did you get anything?" As the group's unofficial leader, Wang Maomao cast him an inquisitive look.

"Yes."

Lin Yuan nodded and pulled a neatly folded stack of banknotes from his pocket.

"That much?" Deng Xiaoqi exclaimed. She walked over, took the bills from Lin Yuan's hand, and counted them one by one.

"Twenty, thirty, fifty, one hundred..."

The more she counted, the more there was—nearly two hundred yuan in total.

If they spent it carefully, it would be enough for all of them to last a week.

"There are some coins too." Lin Yuan took out another large handful of coins, worth around fifty yuan.

"Where did you get so much money?" Wang Long was stunned. He had racked his brains and tried all sorts of methods in