The Director Coughs Up Blood, the Guests Are Dumbfounded

Every guest present stared at the scene, mouths hanging open in disbelief. Was this really the Director who always threw his weight around? How could he admit defeat so easily? Did that mean they could do the same...? A little excitement stirred among them.

But just as everyone was getting carried away, the Director shot them a sharp look, and they instantly fell silent.

The viewers watching the livestream were even more worked up, captivated by the showdown between Fang Yao and the Director. They speculated about how much compensation she would get out of him.

Fang Yao, meanwhile, looked perfectly at ease. If she had known what the viewers were saying, she would have declared, "...What do you mean, extortion? This is compensation! Compensation!! Compensation!!! It's important, so I'm saying it three times~" Her tone would have been firm, without the slightest hint of backing down.

"A thousand?! Lady, that's outrageous! I don't have that kind of money." The Director was so angry he nearly passed out. Get money out of him? Hah. The guests were lucky he hadn't confiscated what they had left. Expecting him to hand over money was pure fantasy!

Fang Yao looked at her fingers, then at the Director, going back and forth several times. Seeing that neither would budge, the assistant director leaned over and whispered something in the Director's ear.

The Director said with a pained expression, "Five hundred, tops. But if the search turns anything up, you owe me five hundred."

The assistant director had nodded in approval at the first half. At the second, he nearly fell flat on his backside and crumbled to dust.

I'm pretty sure I didn't say that, did I?

The Director ignored the look the assistant director gave him. *What? The guests can extort me, but