Tang Shiba's condition for the Village Chief was simple.
He just had to go talk to Director Wang himself.
[Oh, come on, I'm only here to film. How we do it is still up to the director and his crew.]
[Host, you already knocked Qiao Family Village's Dragon God off his pedestal. It's a little late to say that now.]
[Oh, there's this system, you know? Being trash is one thing, but it keeps chugging out arguments like a tractor all day. Tell me, why hasn't it crashed yet?]
[Hmm... it still has fuel...]
Director Wang and the Village Chief were still talking.
"Qiao Village Chief, are you really willing to let us film Qiao Family Village's harmful customs?"
With such a great publicity opportunity, how could Qiao Village Chief refuse?
"Director, even if you're using us as a cautionary example, you're still doing it for our village's sake. Once the livestream ends, Qiao Family Village might finally open its doors for good."
Qiao Village Chief wasn't a rigid traditionalist. Exposing those harmful customs might even give him a chance to abolish them.
"Qiao Village Chief, I have one more request. For the rest of the shoot, I'll have our own people take the lead. I hope the villagers will cooperate when the time comes."
"That's no problem. With the Dragon God here, the villagers will all cooperate."
Director Wang thought, I keep getting the feeling this Village Chief is a Dragon God supporter too. He just isn't as obvious about it.
Once they had settled everything, the director told everyone to bring out the tools of their trade. They wouldn't have to sneak around anymore.
And so, under the Village Chief's puzzled gaze, the camera operators brought out all kinds of filming equipment.
He was completely dumbfounded.
How had