I don't make trouble, but I don't fall short either

The loudspeaker connected to every bedroom, and its looping playback was exceptionally effective.

Three minutes later, sure enough, the Fourth Young Master appeared in the living room with bedhead.

Chen Bei looked over. "None of you washed up?"

The Fourth Young Master: "..."

Who the hell could get dressed and finish washing up in three minutes?!

Being able to brush our teeth was already pretty damn good, you know?!

Seeing four pairs of resentful eyes, Chen Bei nodded to himself, putting on a look of sudden realization. "Oh, so three minutes wasn't enough."

[I'm already cracking up first thing in the morning. Assistant Chen's way of dealing with this three-minute business works wonders!]

[Let's see if they dare demand three minutes for everything again. Three minutes isn't even enough for a quick shooter!]

[Watch it, commenter above. You can't shove dirty jokes into every opening you see!]

[Hahaha, crude but true. Though we can't rule out someone actually being that quick!]

"Give me a little more time." Luo Ming glanced at the sky, which had yet to fully brighten, his expression as resolute as if he were about to join the Party. In a half-baked Hong Kong accent, he said, "I'll definitely become a huge star!"

Chen Bei smiled. "No need, Zhazha Hui."

"With the way you look right now, you'll go viral too."

After saying that, he saw Qin Yufan and Meng Han step out of the elevator as well, so he raised the little yellow duck loudspeaker again. "Guest stars, get ready too. We're leaving right after breakfast."

"Where are we going?" Luo Chen couldn't help asking.

I heard something about begging on the streets in my dream just now.

I must have been dreaming, right?

Chen Bei kept smiling. "You'll find out in a bit."

Luo Chen: "...Since when did Assistant Chen get into being so mysterious?!"

Chen Bei: "Ever since I started talking like a human and screwing over scumbags, I've developed a taste for it."

Luo Chen: "..."

Hmph.

Sharp-tongued bastard.

I won't stoop to your level for now.

[Pfft, talking like a human and screwing over scumbags. That flows so damn well!]

[Quick, look at how aggrieved the Oily President looks!]

[Assistant Chen really is the domineering CEO's nemesis!]

Breakfast was very simple: double-yolk eggs and toast, with a glass of hot milk.

The Fourth Young Master had borrowed a comb from somewhere and groomed himself as he ate.

Meng Han was eating toast when his gaze casually swept toward Luo Chen. The latter immediately looked back, and Meng Han put down his toast and silently mouthed, "Dumbass-"

"!!!!" Luo Chen immediately rose in revolt and yelled to Assistant Chen, "Meng Han insulted me!"

Chen Bei was eating a double-yolk egg. "Didn't hear it. (Chew, chew, chew.)"

Luo Chen grew agitated. "He mouthed it at me! He didn't make a sound!"

Chen Bei: "Then what were you looking at him for? Were you asking to get insulted? (Swallow, swallow, swallow.)"

[Haha, nothing wrong with that logic!]

[If you weren't looking at him, how would you know he was insulting you?]

[Well done, Hanhan!]

Unable to respond, Luo Chen sat back down sulkily and mouthed a retort. "You're just an omega. You'd better watch out!"

Meng Han rolled his eyes.

Now that the facade had been torn away,

he intended to cut completely loose.

At worst, he'd be shelved.

Goodbye, you shitty entertainment industry!

The breakfast farce hadn't affected Qin Yufan's mood. He carried the violin he had brought onto the minibus and told the cameraman, "Sorry for the trouble, but please give me some more screen time today."

The talent showcase. It's finally my turn.

If I don't win back some attention,

then I came here for fucking nothing!

The cameraman readily nodded. "No problem."

The moment he finished speaking, a commotion came from behind them. The camera that had been aimed at Qin Yufan immediately swung around and raced toward the source of the noise.

Left alone in the vehicle, Qin Yufan: "..." Didn't you just fucking promise me more screen time?!

And you've run off again!

The cameraman: Can't help it. Performance pay is allocated according to how much buzz the footage generates.

"What?! Street performing?! How is that any different from begging?!"

"With a face like mine, do I even need a cruise ticket?!"

"Who would dare refuse to let me board?!"

Who else but the Oily President would start whining the moment he heard the new task?

The live chat could have guessed it with their asses.

[I honestly can't imagine who I'd unleash my keyboard on if this variety show stopped airing one day.]

[Life like that would be so dull, empty, and boring. So treasure every second we have now and start cursing him out!]

[Why are you the only one making such a fuss? Your silly little brothers haven't said a word!]

[Using your face as a ticket? Just how full of yourself are you? Even if you wanted to, wouldn't you have to see whether Assistant Chen agreed?]

[To sum it up: the Oily President just can't get enough abuse!]

Despite his endless verbal protests, Luo Chen still deigned to board the minibus. As soon as he sat down, he looked toward the entrance. Seeing Meng Han approach, he lightly patted the seat beside him. "Sit."

Meng Han ignored him and walked straight past.

Luo Chen narrowed his eyes. "...You're the first omega who's ever dared reject me!"

Before Meng Han could roll his eyes, Chen Bei boarded. "Get your ass up and sit in the back."

"Why?! Don't you know I'm a CEO?!" Luo Chen glared at him.

Chen Bei sneered. "Even if you were the president, you'd still have to move."

"The front row is reserved for the camera crew."

Luo Chen opened his mouth, still wanting to resist, but Chen Bei cut him off at rapid speed. "One more word out of you, and I'll make you do a raunchy dance in the street, turn somersaults, and swallow alcohol to breathe fire!"

Luo Chen: "...Fine. You're ruthless."

He stood up, muttering inwardly.

I get the raunchy dancing and somersaults, but what the hell is breathing fire?!

It sounds terrifying!

Seeing this, the head cameraman thought, "..." Thank goodness. They didn't start fighting over me.

It's just that this seat feels a little too hot to sit in.

Chen Bei went around to the second row and took the window seat. He tipped his head back, about to catch up on sleep, when someone sat beside him without so much as a greeting.

He shot a sidelong glance over. "Second Young Master, there are so many seats. You insist on squeezing in with me?"

"'Insist' is a good choice of word." Luo Ming's lips curved upward. "Guess why I insist?"

Because I'm interested in you, of course.

Just casually explaining that I'm not casual.

"Want a Suppressant shot? Or..." Chen Bei blinked. "Want some Fuyan Jie?"

The smile froze on Luo Ming's face, and the live chat burst out laughing.

[Hahaha, did he smear poison on that mouth?]

[Shampoo sponsor: Why did the money I spent make viewers remember a different product?!]

[Assistant Chen: I don't make trouble, but I don't fall short either. Just say the word if you want some, and I'll get it to you right away!]

[Ergou was so scared he hurriedly shut his mouth.]

The luxury minibus soon set off, heading straight for the central square.

Since it was near the music academy, the area had a strong artistic atmosphere.

Quite a few street artists gathered by the river, earning their living through their skills.

As soon as they got out and glanced toward the railing, they could see young faces surrounded by crowds.

Old Luo Third and Old Luo Fourth were walking forward side by side, casually looking around, when both suddenly stopped in their tracks. Indescribably complicated expressions flashed across their faces, and a second later, they both turned to head back.

But a stern, impartial face blocked their path. "Why are you two skulking around like a pair of dogs?"

"Have you seen a ghost?"