Inside a luxury bathhouse.
The eight of them had finished their hot baths, changed into comfortable lounge clothes, and settled into beanbag chairs in the lounge, enjoying the self-serve drinks and fruit.
Director Niu, who had inexplicably ended up spending more of the budget on admission tickets, sat opposite them with the entire crew, filming with resentful expressions.
"Why bother, Niu Bi?"
Xie Mi swirled the cola in her wineglass, her legs crossed in a pretentious pose. "Can't we all just get along?"
Director Niu looked thoroughly aggrieved.
"Just how many businesses did you secretly contact while you were blocking the cameras?"
"Hey," Xie Mi said. "You can't go throwing accusations around without evidence."
Director Niu opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't get a single word out. He went back to looking resentful.
There were still six hours left until their life on the streets ended, but there was no doubt they would spend those next six hours right here.
There was a lounge, games to play, movies to watch, and fruit to eat.
This was no survival-on-the-streets challenge. This was six hours in paradise.
In the past, some of them might not have thought much of this level of comfort.
But after the hell they had endured over the last two days, this place was undoubtedly paradise.
"The manager said our tickets cover twelve hours, which means we can stay here until nine," Liu Woxing said.
The guests were all smiles. Director Niu was not.
[In this battle of wits and wills, the guests won in the end.]
[However happy Director Niu was laughing earlier, that's how bitter he feels now.]
[Don't say that. Director Niu just isn't much of a smiler by nature.]
Director Niu, who supposedly wasn't much of a smiler by nature, refused to let the