A short while earlier.
A group of young people at the village entrance were interviewing a very old man.
The old man's home was piled with all sorts of "junk and clutter," but he could not bear to throw any of it away, because it could still be put to use-today, for instance.
Today, their theme was "helping impoverished elderly villagers abandoned by their children."
Of course, this was a script embellished with artistic license.
In reality, although the old man had no children, his living conditions were passable, and he had even adopted a child from an orphanage.
This room was also merely a "storeroom," not the bedroom where he lived and slept.
So even if the script portrayed his children as unfilial, no one would come looking for trouble. Everyone in the village had also received benefits, so no one would come expose them, either.
"Boss Liu, someone's coming."
The man addressed as Boss Liu turned to look and hurriedly said, "Everyone, stop for a moment. Outsiders are coming."
"Fuck, we're almost done for the day, and these bastards just had to come make trouble now!"
"Nothing we can do. Stop filming. Anyone coming to a backwater like this couldn't possibly be a tourist. They're either here to conduct interviews or make trouble for us."
Everyone went on alert, immediately stopping the interview and filming.
Whenever outsiders came or went, they always stopped at once.
There could be no outsiders present throughout the entire recording process. If they noticed anything amiss, they would even scrap the whole script and look for new material.
It was precisely because they were so cautious that no one had exposed them yet. Although some people were bound to suspect they were staging and faking things, without evidence, those people could not cause