Bo Hanmo Was Such a Show-Off

"Why wasn't I born into a rich family?" Bei Zijin sighed, his face full of misery.

"Good question! Why don't you reincarnate right now?" Gan Junjie snapped.

"Hey, come on! You're telling me to die! I still want to enjoy life. I'm not ready to kick the bucket yet," Bei Zijin protested with a pout.

"Then shut up and be quiet." Gan Junjie waved him off impatiently.

(⊙x⊙;)

"Hey, do you think if I start sucking up to those rich and powerful people now, they'll toss me a few perks?" Bei Zijin bit down on his lollipop and watched wistfully as the black-clad men carried one valuable item after another into the Production Team's quarters. The sight left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Gan Junjie had been working out in his room before Bei Zijin dragged him over. If he'd known what he was in for, he would have stayed put. What he couldn't see wouldn't bother him. Now he was just as envious of all that wealth.

"I'm pretty jealous too..."

"Whoa! Director, could you make a little noise when you walk? Sneaking up like a ghost nearly scared us to death!" The director's sudden voice startled both Bei Zijin and Gan Junjie. Bei Zijin was so shocked he sprang straight off the floor.

When Bei Zijin saw that the culprit was the director himself, he wanted to punch him. The director gave them an awkward smile; he hadn't expected to frighten them.

"Sorry about that..." the director hurried to apologize.

Bei Zijin squatted down again and huffed. "Apology accepted, but please don't scare us like that again!"

So the three of them squatted together, silently watching the mysterious black-clad men come and go.

Fang Yao stared wide-eyed at the room, which had been completely transformed. She'd thought