Aren't caddies supposed to sell their skills and their bodies?

Behind the monitors, Director Meng slapped his thigh when he saw this. "Assistant Chen's move was brilliant! How did he come up with having the top alphas host a seniors' tour group?"

"Have our planners learn from him."

"What do you call entertainment value?"

"What do you call product placement?"

"This is it!"

"Wait, why didn't he discuss the product placement with me?"

"Shouldn't we work out a commission?"

The assistant beside him handed over a cup of specially blended wellness tea for stabilizing pheromones. "Director, don't get worked up. Have a sip first."

"We're already lucky Assistant Chen didn't ask us for money."

Director Meng picked up the cup and took a sip. "You have a point."

Would an assistant who dared to put even his own boss in his place go easy on anyone else?

He leisurely took another sip, his gaze falling on the guest stars on the screen as he muttered, "Can't compete. They just can't compete."

The assistant asked curiously, "Can't compete for what?"

"With Assistant Chen and his four sucker alphas around, everyone else is just decoration." Director Meng frowned deeply. "If they don't deliver the results I expected, won't I have spent that money for nothing? We need to think of something."

The assistant perked up his ears. "Like what?"

"Tch-" Director Meng raised his hand and rapped the assistant on the head. "If you ask me everything, what do I need you for? Go find the planners and come up with something!"

"Sure thing." The assistant held his head dejectedly and got up to leave. As soon as he shut the door, he curled his lip.

"Only knows how to throw his weight around with me."

"If he's got so much energy, why doesn't he take it out on Assistant Chen?"

The tour group led by Auntie Zhang was part of the Luo Group's Sunset Red Project for middle-aged and elderly people.

Its primary target demographic was middle-aged and elderly retirees with steady incomes and predictable schedules.

Amid constant international disputes, a deep economic depression, and an ever-worsening inflation crisis, with those born in the eighties and nineties burdened by mortgages, car loans, and the cost of raising children, while those born in the 2000s lived off their parents, lay flat, and gave up entirely, their emergence as the main consumer force was inevitable.

Old Luo attached great importance to the project, so he had it included in the variety show.

Not only would this provide publicity, but it would also let his grandsons experience the difficulties and hardships of frontline work, preparing them to become outstanding entrepreneurs who cared about ordinary people.

Two birds with one stone. Why not?

Old Luo was quite happy, but his grandsons were on the verge of tears.

On the neatly trimmed lawn, Chen Bei was leading the camera around to inspect them one by one-

"Auntie Qin, please keep your feet shoulder-width apart, bend your knees slightly, and keep your center of gravity in the middle of your body, rather than leaning against me." Caddie No. 4 could barely keep his smile in place. "Auntie Qin, did you hear me?"

"Oh, just let me lean on you for a bit. Are all alphas this stingy?" Auntie Qin gave him a reproachful look.

"Auntie Li, please grip the club firmly, but don't use too much force. Stay flexible. When preparing to swing, slowly draw the club back. Yes, please don't aim at my crotch, to avoid unnecessary damage."

When Auntie Li turned at his words, she saw Caddie No. 3 take a step back. She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, young man. I almost ruined your happiness."

"Auntie Wang, yes, twist like that. Don't just move your arms without moving your body... Please don't hit it straight away. I haven't finished explaining the technique. How many times have I gone to fetch the ball now?"

Auntie Wang scratched her head, with not a trace of guilt on her face. "Oh, I can't help it. Whenever I see a rotten ball, I just want to hit it. No. 2, I'm not talking about you."

When he reached station No. 1, Chen Bei asked, "Auntie, where's your No. 1 caddie?"

The auntie smiled. "Off fetching balls. He hasn't come back yet."

Chen Bei said, "Aren't there spares in the bag?"

The auntie said, "I hit them all."

Caddie No. 1, Luo Chen, who was trudging back from the distance, said, "..." This felt like absolute fucking hell!

[Oh my god, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. Where did they find these aunties? Do they come with built-in comedy effects?]

[Auntie: Stop explaining. I can't remember any of it!]

[Auntie: Young man, maybe if you show me your abs, I'll suddenly know how to play golf?]

[Auntie: Aren't caddies supposed to sell their skills and their bodies? Stop being so shy!]

When Chen Bei turned, he saw Luo Chen approaching with a thunderous expression and moved to leave.

"Assistant Chen! Feeling guilty?" The domineering CEO's lips curled contemptuously. "Afraid I'll catch you out, so you don't dare look me in the eye?"

Chen Bei cast him a sidelong glance. "I'm going to the rest area to have an ice cream. Any objections, President Chen?"

"We're working as caddies under the blazing sun, and you're going off to enjoy something cold all by yourself?" Luo Chen was furious.

Chen Bei raised an eyebrow. "What should I do, then? Stand in front of you and eat it?"

Luo Chen choked. "You-"

[Hahaha, President Chen really is terrible at this but keeps coming back for more with Assistant Chen. He's never won an argument!]

[I love watching Assistant Chen tear into people, especially the domineering CEO. It's so satisfying!]

[Who found that satisfying? I sure did!]

Ignoring Luo Chen's anger, Chen Bei went straight to the rest area beneath the sun umbrella.

A staff member brought over two ice creams. Chen Bei took them and passed one to the cameraman.

"One for me too?" The cameraman was overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness.

Chen Bei said, "Of course."

They were both working stiffs in the same boat; they didn't need to know each other to share that bond.

Nearby, Qin Yufan saw this and rolled his eyes thoughtfully before moving closer to Meng Han and asking in a low voice, "Do you know Assistant Chen well?"

The question startled Meng Han. "N-no, not really."

Qin Yufan looked skeptical. "If you don't know him well, why does he keep helping you out?"

Meng Han's cheeks flushed slightly. "Maybe because Assistant Chen is... kind?"

"Forget it if you won't tell me." Clearly unconvinced, Qin Yufan swung his club again, sending the white ball through a beautiful arc. Seeing it about to roll into the hole, he excitedly made a victory gesture. "Perfect!"

After admiring his own shot, he turned around, only to discover that no one was paying attention.

His expression darkened.

How many days had it been?

And he, a guest star, still had no buzz at all?

There wasn't even a dedicated fan topic.

What was the point of coming on this variety show?

"Damn seniors' group. They really know how to steal the spotlight!"

Qin Yufan muttered this and was preparing for his next shot when he heard Luo Chen cry out.

"Aunties, what are you doing?!"

"Let's talk this out."

"Don't pull me-"

Auntie Zhang carried a speaker over and set it on the ground, waving a pink gauze scarf in her hand. "Young men, don't just play golf. Come dance with us-"

"Keep up with the beat."

"No matter how I fly, I can't escape this world of flowers."

"So it turns out you're a drunken butterfly."

"..."

[Oh my god, a plaza-dancing anthem actually made it onto a golf course!]

[These aunties are awesome, bringing plaza dancing onto a tycoon variety show!]

[Look at the four young masters' faces. I think I'm going to laugh myself to death!]

[Holy shit, not bad. They're actually keeping time?]