Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Ten minutes later, everyone got off the bus in front of the Old Street Studio.

We arrived at the second floor.

Bai Li reached out and pushed open the studio door.

Wang Wei, that show-off, was already sitting at the editing table, busy at work.

An Yaoyao followed the group in.

She looked up and glanced around.

On the left is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, and on the right is a spacious rest area and dressing room.

The overhead light strips were all lit, providing ample illumination.

An Yaoyao's mouth slowly opened wide.

"This must be at least a thousand square meters..."

"Wow, it's huge..."

Standing next to her, Lin Xiaoshuang heard An Yaoyao's words and poked An Yaoyao's arm with her index finger:

"Is it big already?"

"Big brother, there's an even bigger one..."

An Yaoyao stopped what she was doing upon hearing this.

Connecting this to the conversation she had just overheard, her face flushed, and she became tongue-tied.

"I...I've never seen it before..."

She turned her head to look at the corner of the wall, and the sound of the spicy snack became much quieter:

"And I'm not interested either!!"

Lin Xiaoshuang tilted her head to look at her:

What are you thinking?

"I said the third floor belongs to the eldest brother too."

"It's several dozen square meters larger than the second floor, but the second floor is enough for now."

Upon hearing this, An Yaoyao looked up at the ceiling, her eyes widening.

Two layers.

Are they all Bai Li's?

"He bought all the storefronts, which total over 2,000 square meters?"

Lin Xiaoshuang nodded.

"yes."

Bai Li's wealth once again broadened her understanding.

the other side.

Wang Wei took off his headphones and turned around in his chair.

He saw Bai Li and a group of girls standing at the door.

Wang Wei stood up, forcing a smile onto his chubby face:

"Brother Li!"

His gaze swept over the group of young, energetic women behind him, and he raised his hand to greet them:

Good morning, ladies! You look even more beautiful!

Bai Li took two steps forward, clearing the passageway beside him.

He pointed to An Yaoyao, who was still staring at the ceiling.

"Wang Wei, this is An Yaoyao."

"You've seen it before."

"She's our cleaner now, earning 3,500 a month."

"Please keep a record of this, and remember to transfer the money to her on time every month."

Wang Wei nodded in agreement:

"receive!"

He left the editing table and walked up to An Yaoyao:

"Beautiful lady, do you remember me?"

An Yaoyao snapped out of her daze and looked at Wang Wei's chubby face:

"Remember."

"The guy standing next to me when I fainted that day..."

Wang Wei's chubby face twitched twice, and he muttered under his breath:

"Aren't you the same..."

An Yaoyao was afraid of Bai Li and the spirited little sister with explosive fighting power, but she was not afraid of the fat man in front of her.

She took a step forward, raised her foot as if to punch Wang Wei:

"What did you say?!"

But Wang Wei, who was often beaten up, would never let her succeed.

He jumped back half a step, protecting himself with his hands, unable to express his suffering.

[I can tolerate being beaten by my sisters-in-law all the time, but now even the cleaning lady beats me up.]

[My position as the boss's brother and director actually carries absolutely no authority.]

Bai Li watched this scene from the sidelines, ignoring them.

He got straight to the point.

"Fatty, how's the account data?"

Wang Wei abandoned his defensive stance and walked back to the editing table.

He picked up the mouse and opened the backend webpage:

"Brother Li, our short drama's data is excellent."

Wang Wei pointed to the list of comments on the screen:

"Many fans left comments below, saying they want to see season two."

"Some people even sent me private messages asking when filming will start."

Bai Li walked to the screen and checked the various data indicators.

The number of views and likes remains high.

Bai Li was making plans in her mind.

Since the data is so good, let's take advantage of it and launch a second season.

"OK."

"Then I'll go write the script now."

Bai Li began assigning tasks:

"Go and test all the machines and lighting equipment."

"We guarantee that filming can begin at any time."

Wang Wei nodded.

"No problem, I've already maintained the equipment, I'll test it again right away."

Bai Li turned around and glanced at the girls standing behind her.

He looked at Zhang Qian, Chen Tingting, Li Jiaxin, and Lin Xiaoshuang.

"You guys, log in to the backend of the short drama account on your phones first."

"Reply to comments from fans who are popular or familiar."

"Okay, big brother!" Chen Tingting took out her phone.

The girls walked to the sofa area and each found a seat.

An Yaoyao was also very self-aware.

Without Bai Li needing to explain, she walked to the corner, picked up a broom and mop, and started working.

Jiang Ruyue and Li Mengmeng, these two idle individuals, didn't use their phones and just wandered around the studio.

However, when they walked to the editing table, Wang Wei's lit-up phone screen caught their attention.

Jiang Ruyue lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the words on the screen.

After reading the text message, she whispered:

"Little Fatty".

Wang Wei was bending over, plugging in the charger, without looking up.

"What's wrong, sister-in-law?"

Jiang Ruyue pointed to the cell phone on the table.

"Your phone has received a scam text message."

She stated the contents of the text message in a flat tone:

"He said he wanted you to transfer 10,000 yuan to him."

"Otherwise, I'll go home and beat my son."

Wang Wei plugged the plug in tightly and brushed the dust off his hands.

He didn't take it seriously.

These text messages come every day, and the tricks they use are endless.

"Sister-in-law, just reply with anything."

"Don't let your fellow countrymen be subjected to electric shocks at night because they fail to meet performance targets."

Jiang Ruyue nodded upon hearing this.

"oh."

She picked up Wang Wei's phone and started typing on the keyboard.

My child just passed away; please don't mention him again to hurt me.

The other party replied instantly: 【???】

Jiang Ruyue continued typing.

Don't feel sorry for me, I'm going to wash my hands.

Click send.

"I've finished replying."

Jiang Ruyue tossed her phone onto the table and continued shopping with Li Mengmeng.

After wiping the lens, Wang Wei put it back in the box.

He picked up the phone from the table.

Wang Wei's lips twitched as he looked at these lines of text:

This pot is really big and black.

He was about to exit the text message interface and delete the scam message.

Just as his finger moved to the back button in the upper left corner, Wang Wei's eyes caught sight of the number.

Why does this number seem familiar?

Wang Wei's finger stopped on the screen, then his eyes slowly widened, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Wait a minute, that looks like my dad!"