Get out here, grandson!

On the third day of filming the variety show, they hit the trending searches for the third time. √

Easy as anything, without lifting a finger,

comments in the Weibo supertopic piled sky-high like debts.

#Square dancing spotted on a golf course so this is what the Production Crew is really like#

#Can the sunset seniors club expand enrollment to twenty-year-olds#

#What is it like to want to retire while still young#

#Does the seniors club come standard with domineering CEO companions#

#Do aunties thirst over domineering CEOs bodies too#

The last topic outright exploded-

[We Big Omegas are very faithful. From eight to eighty, we only ever love eight-pack abs!]

[A little greasy, sure, but blot off the oil and he's still usable. Purebred alphas like this don't come along often!]

[Pfft, did I hear that right? The second dance track is actually "Apple Fragrance"? "From Six Star Street still comes..."]

["The sound of the bayan"?!]

[Hahaha, nice follow-up above. President Chen got dissed. The auntie said even her grandson could sing it, but he couldn't. He's not fit to be a caddie.]

[We're doomed. I have a feeling President Chen is going to fight for first place again.]

[...]

After finally ushering the tirelessly energetic aunties into the restaurant, the Fourth Young Master slumped right by the entrance, looking utterly battered.

Chen Bei walked over with an ice cream in his mouth. "Giving up already?"

"Who says I'm giving up?" Luo Chen forced himself to stand. "Everything is going according to my plan."

He had given the aunties plenty of compliments earlier. They had been a little stiff, but his score shouldn't be bad.

Chen Bei smiled. "President Chen, I just love that spirit of yours-terrible at it but still eager to play, and refusing to give up until you're in the grave."

"Assistant Chen, you-" Luo Chen glared. "How have you become so vulgar?!"

Chen Bei said, "I haven't changed. I've always been vulgar."

It just hadn't been so obvious before he bound himself to the Truth-Telling System.

He didn't linger after saying that and walked away. Someone caught up from behind. "Assistant Chen, do you play golf? Want some pointers from a professional player?"

"Pointers?" Chen Bei licked the cream that was about to melt. A trace of white still lingered at the corner of his mouth when he looked back. "Will you pay me?"

Luo Ming's gaze was drawn to it. His Adam's apple slowly bobbed involuntarily, and his throat suddenly felt a little dry. "I'll-"

He had barely made a sound when someone beside him butted in, asking for a snub.

"Ming, so Assistant Chen can't play golf?" Qin Yufan darted over. "I thought he could do everything."

"Actually, there's no need for you to teach him, Ming. I can do it."

He blinked. "Want to have a match?"

With all his attention on Chen Bei, Qin Yufan completely missed Luo Ming's increasingly dark expression beside him. Even his usual wickedly arrogant smile had vanished without a trace.

"Qin Yufan-"

"Huh?"

"Do you have to stick your nose into everything?"

Still unaware of the danger, Qin Yufan turned in surprise. "Ming, you..."

Luo Ming didn't spare Qin Yufan a pleasant look. He took Chen Bei's hand and walked ahead. "Let's go over there and talk money."

I've finally managed to talk to my future employee. Why are you everywhere?

Fuck, can't you stop being so annoying?

The "unattainable first love" stood rooted to the spot. Before long, his eyes reddened.

Old Luo Third happened to pass by, and Qin Yufan caught his sleeve, unwilling to accept it. "Yu, is Ming still mad at me? But you can't force feelings..."

"What feelings?" Luo Yu was baffled, but as he looked at Luo Ming and Chen Bei's retreating backs, he seemed to guess something. He promptly said in all seriousness, "You can't force it, that's true. After all, compensation has to be negotiated."

How can I tell Assistant Chen that the overseas branch has excellent prospects?

First he'll go out and carve out new territory, and when he returns in triumph, he'll be our foremost contributor?

No, no, I still need to put together a thorough plan.

Luo Yu shook his head and walked on, deep in thought.

Qin Yufan: "???"

What's he talking about? Why can't I understand?

[Hahaha, is this a textbook case of talking at cross-purposes?]

[How was Qin Yufan introduced again? The four young masters' unattainable first love? Him? Did he give himself that title?]

[Always trying to make his presence felt. It really is a bit annoying.]

[Is this the legendary born-to-get-roasted constitution?]

[Keep it up, Yufan! Collect four "get lost"s and you can summon the divine dragon!]

[...]

Seeing the flood of insults in the live comments, Qin Yufan's manager finally couldn't sit still anymore. He snatched up his phone and called. "Fanfan, if this keeps going, we'll lose all our goodwill with casual viewers. We need to think of something fast."

Hiding in a corner, Qin Yufan glanced toward the filming location. When he looked away, he said gloomily, "What am I supposed to do?"

"They're all acting possessed, revolving around Assistant Chen. I can't even get a foot in."

"I've thought about winning Assistant Chen over too, but nothing gets through to him!"

His manager thought for a moment. "Fanfan, why don't you start with Meng Han instead? He's your foil to begin with. He only exists to make you look good. You need to step on him to win back your reputation."

"As for Assistant Chen, let's not give up on him either. Try not to offend him."

"In short, go after the easiest target first!"

Qin Yufan nodded, then hung up.

Luo Ming had only pulled him a few steps away when the hand in his palm slipped free.

The warmth abruptly withdrew. A barely perceptible trace of reluctance vanished in an instant.

"Tell me, how much for winning a round?" Chen Bei licked his ice cream.

For some reason, ever since inhaling the "Erguotou" pheromones last night, his body had been unusually hot, and he kept wanting something cold to cool himself down...

"Winning?" Luo Ming suddenly laughed. "You know I used to be a professional player for a while, right?"

Chen Bei said, "Sorry, Second Young Master. I haven't memorized your résumé."

Luo Ming said, "You haven't memorized my résumé, but surely you've seen the photos of me winning awards?"

They covered an entire wall in the group's corporate culture exhibition area!

Chen Bei said, "Sorry, Second Young Master. I haven't paid attention to your photos."

Luo Ming: "..."

Fine, fine, fine.

You really aren't leaving a shred of my dignity intact!

Does that support my eldest brother talked about actually exist?

Before Luo Ming could finish that thought, another figure appeared beside them and spoke with aloof hauteur. "Assistant Chen, a hundred thousand per round. Do you dare?"

"If you win, I'll transfer the money right here."

Luo Chen's lips curved contemptuously. "If you don't dare, that's fine too."

"Bow your head and admit you were wrong right now, and I'll consider letting you..."

Before he could finish, he saw Chen Bei spit the ice cream stick from his mouth into the trash, pick up a club from the golf bag with one hand, and head toward the course.

His aggressive bearing left Luo Chen stunned. "A-Assistant Chen, whoever doesn't transfer the money is the other's grandson!"

Chen Bei glanced back, his lips curving into a smile, and beckoned provocatively with a finger. "Get out here,"

"grandson?"

[Hahaha, they're going at it already?!]

[For money, Assistant Chen can do absolutely anything!]

[Aaaah, Assistant Chen is so hot! Can he debut as a celebrity right this second?!]