A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Chapter 20 You did give me a lot of money, but Chen Ye is my brother!

Chen Ye had no idea that, hundreds of kilometers away in the conference room of Blue TV, a director named Yao Fei was about to have a stroke from anger.

Even if he knew, he would probably just eat two more Typhoon Shelter-style fried shrimp to celebrate.

The air conditioning in the No. 1 private room was turned up very high.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was surprisingly tense.

Chen Ye leaned back in his mahogany chair, holding a cup of warm Pu'er tea, looking relaxed and carefree.

On the small bone plate beside me, peeled shrimp, deboned grouper belly meat, and premium abalone with minced garlic have been piled up into a small mountain.

All of them were picked up by Song Yuqi.

This top-tier, aloof female idol in the Chinese entertainment industry has completely shed her celebrity image.

She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and twirled two chopsticks around.

Whenever there's any good meat on the table, she'll immediately pick it up, dip it in the sauce, and place it precisely on Chen Ye's plate.

He was as focused as a pig farmer who was afraid his pigs would go hungry.

Chen Ye glanced sideways at the fish on the plate.

It would be a lie to say I'm unhappy.

Who could resist a beautiful, obedient, and loving ex-wife who would relentlessly feed you delicious food?

Chen Ye put down his teacup, picked up a piece of fish, and put it in his mouth.

It really smells good.

This woman's shrimp-peeling skills have improved; it seems she's practiced a lot over the past few years.

Deng Chao, who was on the other side, couldn't stand it anymore.

He had half a crab leg in his mouth and spoke with a sour tone.

"Hey Yuqi, my plate's been empty for ages, can't you shift your gaze just ten degrees to the left?"

Chen He immediately followed suit, pushing the plate towards the center of the table.

"That's right, if Brother Chao isn't eating, then Brother He is starving!"

"You're picking at the food so fast, my wrist's practically smoking from all that swinging!"

Huang Bo was trying hard not to laugh.

Song Yuqi's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Her face flushed bright red instantly.

She quickly put down her chopsticks, pulled out a napkin to wipe her hands, and looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling.

"I just saw how hard he works fishing, so I wanted him to get some protein..."

That excuse was so lame that even the waiter at the door didn't believe it.

Chen Ye chewed on the abalone and tapped the edge of the table.

"Alright, you lot, instead of being so sour, why don't you eat a few more pieces of shark fin?"

"This is my treat, you bunch of freeloaders dare to complain? If you keep arguing, you'll have to pay for this meal yourselves tomorrow!"

When the big spender speaks, it's incredibly powerful.

Deng Chao and Chen He immediately shut up and buried themselves in their work.

This meal is a set meal worth tens of thousands of dollars; it would be a shame not to eat it all up and get your money's worth.

The fans in the live stream who shipped the couple went completely crazy.

The screen was filled with pink hearts, almost freezing the screen.

"Ahhh! She loves him so much!"

"My ex-wife's sister is throwing herself at me like crazy! Who can resist that?!"

"Chen Ye, you stubborn, soft-hearted jerk! You were clearly enjoying your meal!"

"I hereby announce that the Civil Affairs Bureau has approved this marriage! Move the bed over here, and we'll remarry on the spot!"

The meal lasted until 3 p.m.

The seafood on the table was almost completely devoured.

Chen Ye wiped his mouth and turned to look at Wang Zhengyu, who was huddled behind the monitor in the corner.

"Old Wang, now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, where's your next stop?"

Wang Zhengyu walked over carrying a small, chipped megaphone.

"The next stop is Y-U, which is about 200 kilometers away from here."

Chen Ye took out his phone.

I opened a WeChat group I had just created called "Five Ha Singing Team".

Besides him, there were only the four Heavenly Kings and Immortals who had been summoned by the divination.

Chen Ye pressed the talk button and sent a voice message.

"Brothers, our destination is Y-Wu, don't go the wrong way."

Less than five seconds.

Jay Chou replied: Location received, flight booked, will transfer in Hangzhou upon arrival.

Lin Junjie sent a message: Same as above. Wait for me to contact you to revise the song.

Wang Leehom followed up: Add one.

Tao Zhe: On my way to the airport.

Chen Ye typed "steady," locked the screen, and tossed the phone back into his pocket.

These gods are quite enthusiastic about their work; they're definitely the perfect free labor force.

He had already started planning how to get these four superstars to busk on the streets of Yiwu to make money.

Seeing that Chen Ye had made the arrangements, Wang Zhengyu cleared his throat and raised his megaphone.

"Distinguished guests, dinner is finished, but our budget travel must continue."

"According to the rules, you need to pay the tour fee before boarding the bus! It's two hundred per person, no bargaining."

Wang Zhengyu's voice echoed in the private room, and Wu Ha and San Sha's expressions instantly changed.

Deng Chao slapped his thigh.

"Hey Lao Wang, Ye Zi treated us to that meal just now. Are you trying to charge us a tour fee for this? Are you obsessed with money?"

Wang Mian hid at the very back and weakly raised his hand.

"Director, I'm the tour guide, do I have to pay too?"

Wang Zhengyu nodded repeatedly.

"Except for Chen Ye and Song Yuqi, who are exempt from the fee due to their special privileges, everyone else, including the tour guide, must pay."

"This is an ironclad rule."

The script for the budget travel project absolutely could not fall apart; this was his last act of defiance as the chief director.

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and watched the show.

He earned that privilege card through his own abilities, and now watching these seasoned veterans of the Chinese entertainment industry get their comeuppance is one of the greatest joys in life.

Deng Chao cursed and reached into his pocket.

They made a net profit of over three thousand yuan by reselling that batch of swimming crabs this morning.

This amount of money is nothing to me.

"It's just money! Here you go!"

Deng Chao waved his hand and pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, counting out ten and throwing them on the table.

Five people, one thousand yuan.

Wang Zhengyu happily put the money into his bag.

"The bus is waiting for you downstairs, ready to depart."

Chen Ye stood up and patted the wrinkles off his clothes.

"My G-Class is still taking up the parking space down there. I'll find someone to move it."

He made a phone call to his rich second-generation friend.

The other party received the call and arrived at the seafood restaurant entrance with two henchmen in less than ten minutes.

Chen Ye tossed the car keys to the rich kid and went to the front desk to pay the bill for the meal.

Tens of thousands of yuan were spent without even blinking.

The group descended the stairs in a grand procession.

As soon as I stepped out of the gate, I saw a Coaster parked on the side of the road.

Chen Ye put one hand in his pocket and strode directly into the car.

I walked to the last row, sat down by the window, and plopped down.

I had just put on my headphones, ready to close my eyes and rest.

The seat next to me suddenly sank.

Song Yuqi followed closely behind him, and without any hesitation, sat down in the seat next to him.

The two sat side by side, their shoulders almost touching.

The faint scent of ebony and agarwood instantly filled Chen Ye's nostrils.

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow and pulled off his left earphone.

"With so many empty seats, why did you have to squeeze in here?"

Song Yuqi looked back defiantly.

"I get carsick, the air is better in the back, do you have a problem with that?"

Chen Ye ignored her.

This woman is like a piece of chewing gum; the more you pull, the stickier she gets.

He put his headphones back on and closed his eyes.

The comments section exploded again.

"Got it! If you get carsick, you have to sit in the last row! Ex-wife, could you be any more outrageous?!"

"This is called physical bondage! We won't give other women even a chance!"

"Chen Ye, stop pretending to be asleep! That smirk of yours is harder to suppress than an AK!"

The Coaster roared to life and headed toward Yiwu.

at the same time.

Zhejiang Province, headquarters of Lantai.

The atmosphere in the top-floor conference room was deathly still.

Yao Fei stood in front of the conference table, his tie askew and his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

A few minutes ago, the people he sent out to contact the management teams of the Four Heavenly Kings all returned dejectedly.

Surprisingly, they all declined.

What's wrong with my schedule? I want to rest because I'm not feeling well.

It's all just polite nonsense.

"Useless! You're all utterly useless!"

Yao Fei slammed the itinerary in his hand onto the ground, scattering the papers all over the room.

The directors and coordinators below were so frightened that they shrank back and didn't dare to breathe.

"Are you PR people just sitting around doing nothing?! You're dismissed without even a proper meeting?"

Yao Fei's chest heaved violently.

He absolutely would not allow these four people to appear in Wuha's camera lens.

If they really team up, this season of Running Man will be a complete disaster, and he'll have to take off his job as the chief director.

"Give me the number! I'll call it myself!"

Yao Fei gritted his teeth and snatched the phone from the coordinator's hand.

Having been in this industry for so many years, he knows that as long as the money is right, there's nothing that can't be negotiated.

He found Jay Chou's number and pressed the dial button.

After two long beeps, the call was connected.

"Hey? Who is this?" Jay Chou's signature voice came through.

Yao Fei instantly put on a fawning smile, and his waist unconsciously bent down.

"Hello, hello! Brother Jielun, I'm Yao Fei, the chief director of the Running Man program on Zhejiang TV!"

"We have a special episode and would like to invite you to be a guest on our show."

"Could you possibly spare some time to come over? As for the appearance fee, it's negotiable! It's absolutely the highest-level package in the Chinese entertainment industry; name your price!"

Yao Fei adopted the lowest possible stance.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Jielun's tone remained calm.

"Director Yao, I'm sorry, I don't want to record any shows lately, I want to take a break."

A polite refusal.

But Yao Fei knew exactly what was going on.

Someone of Jay Chou's caliber would never care about such a small appearance fee.

With his livelihood at stake, Yao Fei panicked.

He didn't care about appearances anymore, and his tone became sarcastic.

"Brother Jielun, this is no fun."

"I also watched that show called 'Five Ha'. It's just a few celebrities who put together a makeshift online variety show. They're so poor that they even have to sell crabs to earn money for the guests' meals."

"How much will they pay you for that show? Probably not even enough to cover your gas money, right?"

"Why don't you join our Running Man show? With a big platform behind you, you'll definitely get plenty of resources!"

Yao Fei unleashed a barrage of attacks.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Jielun suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter carried a hint of idiocy.

"Pfft... Excuse me, Director Yao, do you think I'm short of money?"

Yao Fei was taken aback and was about to explain.

Jay Chou didn't give him a chance at all.

"Who told you I went to Wuha to earn a fee for the appearance?"

"I have absolutely no interest in your little bit of money."

Jay Chou's voice turned cold, carrying an undeniable resolve.

"I'm sorry, although you gave me a lot of money, Chen Ye is my good brother."