You're here, little bro~

"Second Brother, have you got your luggage?" Ye Xunzhi had already put her bag away and slowly walked out the door.

Ye Lan charged out with the momentum of someone fleeing for his life, as though his backside were on fire.

Before Ye Xunzhi could react, she was yanked off the spot. Ye Lan grabbed her and ran.

"Get, get, get what? Time waits for no one, you know? Let's get in the production crew's car. We'll get it when we come back."

The feeling of her feet leaving the ground was so damn familiar to Ye Xunzhi. What was so great about having long legs? Every one of them liked carrying her around.

She took issue with it for less than a second, then let it go. Actually, being carried wasn't so bad. She didn't have to move, anyway.

Ye Xunzhi chose to give up trying.

Once the guests had packed their luggage, they boarded the bus again and set off.

Director Mi stood at the front. "For today's first episode, we'll take you to appreciate some of Capital City's distinctive architecture: the residence of the master calligrapher, Mr. Mo Ye, which is open to the public with paid admission."

"We've also specially invited Mr. Mo Ye himself to show us around."

Mo Ye. For some reason, Ye Lan felt that name sounded strangely familiar. Then Ye Xunzhi's inner voice rang in his ears.

[Mo Ye? Isn't that the nickname Second Grandpa uses out in the world? His real name is Ye Mo. I've got to say, switching it around does make it sound pretty cultured.]

Realization dawned on Ye Lan. No wonder it sounded so familiar. It was Second Grandpa.

The vehicle reached its destination, and the guests got off one after another.

An elderly man full of vigor stood before the residence's entrance, wearing a crisp suit. Even standing there, he had a presence that was impossible to ignore and made people hesitate to underestimate him.

In the livestream-

[The elderly, wealthy domineering CEO suddenly has a face.]

[I'd always imagined master calligraphers wearing traditional Tang suits, but this Old Master Mo Ye has such an imposing presence.]

"Welcome to my residence, everyone. I'll be showing you around next." Old Master Mo Ye smiled, instantly looking much more warm and approachable.

He led everyone into the residence and proudly began his introduction:

"This is one of my properties in Capital City. It isn't the largest, but I really like its interior design. It covers 1,500 square meters and contains seven bedrooms, six kitchens, twenty-four bathrooms, a library with a stained-glass dome, and an artificial lake."

So rich-that was what everyone was thinking.

In the livestream-

[Sir, I advise you to stop talking. I suffer from jealousy, and I really will go to your house and lose my mind.]

[LMAO, you'd get hauled out by the bodyguards before you even got inside.]

[So this is the world of the rich? Once again, I don't get it. But you can tour this property? I want to take a look inside.]

[Price Hero is here. One ticket costs 110,000. A ticket to the richest man's residence next door costs 220,000.]

[Sorry, I admit I was talking a little too loudly just now.]

"And this is the place I'm proudest of: my calligraphy collection room."

Mo Ye cheerfully pushed open the door, revealing a long corridor with both sides covered in all kinds of calligraphy works. From immature to accomplished, a person's progress was visible to the naked eye.

"How amazing." Lin Ranran spoke with immense admiration. She gazed at Old Master Mo Ye with stars in her eyes and asked reverently:

"Grandpa Mo, how long does it take to produce a piece of calligraphy or a painting?"

Mo Ye smiled. "That depends. As little as a dozen minutes or so, or as long as several days or several hours."

Lin Ranran asked, "Then how many hours do you practice every day?"

Mo Ye said, "At least eight hours or more."

"Wow, that's amazing."

In the livestream-

[As expected of our diligent, hardworking little fairy Ranran. Even on a tour, she doesn't forget to learn.]

[Exactly. I remember Ye Xunzhi is the only other student here her age, right? Those two are practically a study in contrasts. One is earnestly learning, and the other doesn't ask or care.]

[Why are you putting one kid down to prop up another? If you're sick, go see a vet. There's more water in your brain than in the sea Jingwei tried to fill.]

Hearing the praise beside him, Mo Ye nodded without a ripple of emotion. Seeing that Lin Ranran still wanted to speak, he realized that the little girl seemed to be pestering him for conversation.

Having spent so many years out in the world, he knew that, in entertainment industry terms, this was called riding someone's popularity. He wanted no part of it.

Mo Ye found an excuse to walk away. Lin Ranran didn't want to earn the dislike of such a senior figure. However unwilling she was inside, she knew when to stop.

She sensibly left, only to find that, in the blink of an eye-only to find that, the moment she looked away, the old man had smoothly made his way over to Ye Xunzhi.

Old Master Mo Ye came over and lifted his chin toward Ye Lan with restraint. "What do you think?"

Ye Lan nodded without thinking. "Pretty good."

"What else? How does it compare to your grandpa's calligraphy?"

At that, Ye Lan helplessly put a hand to his forehead and quietly switched off his mic.

"Second Grandpa, are you still sulking at Grandpa? You two have been brothers for so many years. Why exactly do you get along so badly?"

Mo Ye lost interest the moment he heard that topic. He waved a hand and was about to offer a couple of evasive remarks when an unfamiliar voice rang beside his ear.

[That's because Second Grandpa is a man of Country Z who's determined to come out on top his whole life.]

Old Master Mo Ye's movement abruptly stopped, and he looked sharply toward the source of the voice.

Unaware of any of this, Ye Xunzhi looked at the artwork, immersed in her memories of the gossip.

[Come to think of it, Second Grandpa has had it pretty rough. He's competed his whole life and always lost to Grandpa. These two brothers started competing in the womb. When they were born, Second Grandpa was as skinny as a monkey, while Grandpa was plump all over.]

[Then, once they went to school, they started comparing grades, and Second Grandpa was forever stuck in second place. Every time their results came out, Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma would tell Second Grandpa to learn from Grandpa.]

[The thing is, Grandpa is a real oddball too. Knowing his grades were better than his little brother's, he'd take his test paper over and dance in front of Second Grandpa. The kind of dance where he took off his shirt, stuck the test paper to his chest, and danced around a bonfire.]

Ye Lan's mouth slowly fell open. What kind of sneaky jerk move was that? Grandpa was way too nasty!

Old Master Mo Ye had clearly also recalled that painful past. His whole face turned red—not from embarrassment, but from anger.

Even his slightly low blood pressure was cured without medication.

Ye Xunzhi clicked her tongue twice inwardly.

[After they grew up, they got into different universities. Grandpa chose M University, so Second Grandpa chose W University. He was determined to oppose him even if it killed him.]

[When Second Grandpa finally made it through and entered the working world, he worked hard to become a corporate executive, thinking he could finally beat Grandpa in his career.]

[Then, one bright, sunny day, brimming with excitement, he finally met the group's chairman, who had kept an incredibly low profile ever since founding the business, and heard an opening line he would never forget for the rest of his life.]

[(ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ You're here, little bro~]