Two in the afternoon, the forty-first hour of life on the streets.
Under the bridge.
"So you're eating fancy now, too."
Watching the eight guests enjoy their feast, Director Niu stood beside them and spoke sourly.
"When we suffer, you're all smiles. When things look up for us, you pull that sour-ass face. Niu Bi, your heart isn't in it." Looking utterly heartbroken, Xie Mi took a bite of her big meat bun. Chew, chew, chew.
"What kind of director loves watching his guests get tortured? What sort of kink is that?"
Lai Bingxuan bit off a piece of chocolate. Chew, chew, chew. "Niu Bi, your heart isn't in it."
"Skip the first part." Shen Yeqing cut straight to the point. "Niu Bi, your heart isn't in it."
Fine, fine, fine. So now they weren't even calling him Director Niu anymore, just addressing him by his full name?
Director Niu cursed inwardly, but flashed a radiant smile. "Not at all. The Production Team and the guests are one big family. Of course we rise and fall together."
"In that case."
Xie Mi gave a knowing little "aha." "Let's swap roles next season. The Production Team can live on the streets, and we'll film and document it."
"Sounds good to me!" Qiu Chengye, who had plenty of grievances against the Production Team, answered instantly.
"From a ratings perspective, that really is a good concept. It's fresh, too. I believe everyone would be very interested," Liu Woxing analyzed rationally.
Shen Yeqing's lips curved into a faint smile. "Everyone's thinking of the Production Team's ratings. Director Niu must be deeply touched. Surely he wouldn't reject a suggestion that benefits the show just because he's afraid of hardship."
Director Niu's lips moved. Several times, he tried to voice an objection, only to be forced