Back on the bus, Jian Ran glanced at the guests in the front rows, a sly curve tugging at his lips. He leaned close to Lu Yanting's ear. "I finally know why Wang Pangzi didn't want to sign you."
"Why?" Lu Yanting lowered his gaze and saw those pale pink lips moving.
"Look at the guests he invited." Jian Ran tipped his chin up. "They're all amateurs, each with their own schemes. They don't look like they're here to film a variety show at all."
"It's more like..."
"Tomb raiding?" Lu Yanting finished for him.
Startled that his thoughts had been guessed, Jian Ran stared blankly at Lu Yanting. "You think so too?"
Lu Yanting nodded slightly. "That's why Director Wang thought I'd get in the way and didn't want to sign me."
As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept over the people up front. "And not just the guests. I don't think the crew Director Wang brought is ordinary either."
Jian Ran nodded. "Exactly."
Because shows like Extreme Survival were filmed in harsh environments, the equipment was generally kept as lightweight as possible. But cameras couldn't be made any lighter, so the demands placed on the men carrying them were especially high.
They had to be able to run, jump, and scramble up high places, as well as master all kinds of skills.
Jian Ran looked at the cameraman up front filming Wang Pangzi's face, his expression turning thoughtful.
The bus traveled for a day and a night. When everyone aboard woke up and pulled back the curtains, they discovered they had reached the edge of a primeval jungle.
The scenery was beautiful.
The first light of dawn spread like a layer of gold over the jungle wreathed in white mist, creating an indescribable beauty.
It was like standing