I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

Wang Zheng raised his chin, and his assistant immediately came forward carrying a small bamboo basket containing six folded cards.

"Teachers, please." Wang Zheng gestured for them to draw a card. "Everyone, draw one. What you get is entirely up to luck."

The six guests took turns drawing a card from the small basket.

"Is this some kind of preschool education program again...?" Cheng Che thought to himself, casually unfolding the card.

The first thing that catches the eye is a photo of a slender mushroom—its cap is dark brown, its stem is long and thin, and two characters are written underneath:

Termitomyces albuminosus.

He glanced sideways at the card in Tian Xiwei's hand.

Her card also featured a picture of a type of fungus, entirely golden yellow, with a darker cap and slightly curled edges.

It says below: Chanterelle mushroom.

"Mine is cuter than yours," Tian Xiwei said smugly, glancing at the card in his hand.

Cheng Che couldn't refute it—he didn't know much about mushrooms, but the termite mushroom really did look like the most ordinary kind of mushroom in the market, with an ordinary color and shape.

But chanterelles are different; they are golden and look much prettier than the "ordinary mushroom," termite mushroom.

"Now that all the teachers have unfolded their cards, let's go over the rules for tomorrow's task," Wang Zheng cleared his throat and said at the opportune moment.

"Tomorrow morning, you will have a whole morning to find the mushrooms on the card—you can pick them yourself in the mountains or buy them at the market, it doesn't matter how you do it."

"If all the teachers can find the mushrooms on their cards by noon tomorrow, the production team will treat everyone to a free mushroom hot pot."

"What if we don't collect them all?" Xia Ziyi raised her hand.

"Then there won't be any mushroom hot pot. Everyone will have to figure out their own lunch," Wang Zheng replied decisively.

"The good news is that it rained in Dali this morning, so there will be plenty of fresh mushrooms in the mountains and at the market tomorrow."

"If I go up the mountain, will the production team provide me with equipment like long boots?" Cheng Che asked.

"No." Wang Zheng said firmly.

"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, then turned to the camera. "Dear viewers, if something happens to me on the mountain tomorrow, it might be because Director Wang is too stingy. I hope you will remember me."

He then looked at Director Wang, his tone carrying a sense of "ready to die":

"I have millions, if not eight billion, readers on the Chinese website. If something happens to me, Dragon Raja can't be updated. That's the cause. Director Wang, I hope you're prepared for whatever consequences you might face in the future."

Although picking mushrooms in the mountains is generally not very dangerous—at most you might slip and fall—what if you accidentally trigger a hidden danger?

[Damn, if it's not eight billion, it's at least several million... Wang Zheng gave him the equipment as a thank you. Before Dragon Three ends, I don't want anyone or anything to threaten Grandpa Zero's safety.]

I think Wang Zheng, you owe Mango a bit too much!

[How old are you, Wang Zheng? Stop messing around! Who's going to watch your show now that Che-ge is in trouble?!]

[Isn't this a bit of a reversal of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches?]

Wang Zheng gestured with his right hand in the air twice, and finally opened his mouth: "The production team will prepare all kinds of equipment before you teachers get up tomorrow."

"If you really plan to go up the mountain, please make sure you take all necessary safety precautions."

Actually, the production team had planned to provide equipment from the very beginning—after all, each of the six guests was more expensive than the last, and if any of them got even a scratch, it could end Lao Wang's career.

As for why he just said he wouldn't... it was just a trick to fool the viewers.

Heh... Wang Zheng glanced at Cheng Che without showing any emotion.

Hey kid, don't think you're the only one who knows a lot about the internet. I, Old Wang, am just as good!

"Now, teachers, you can allocate your time as you see fit."

Wang Zheng left with his assistant.

"Are you very interested in going up the mountain to pick mushrooms?" Tian Xiwei turned to look at Cheng Che.

"I've had that idea, but I wouldn't say I'm particularly interested," Cheng Che said, shrugging.

For someone with no experience, he found going into the mountains to pick mushrooms quite interesting.

But the idea of ​​"going into the mountains" sounds exhausting.

"Then why did you specifically ask Director Wang if he would provide equipment?" Tian Xiwei asked, somewhat puzzled.

As everyone knows, Cheng Che is the kind of person who won't do anything without a reason. When he's recording a show, he won't get involved in anything that doesn't bring him any benefit or fun.

"Let's keep it as a backup option," Cheng Che said.

"That's true." Tian Xiwei nodded, assuming that he was making thorough preparations for the mushroom hotpot.

After all, in Dali, the stingy Old Wang still refused to pay, so there was probably no way to avoid going up the mountain to pick mushrooms.

Cheng Che blinked, thinking that she probably didn't understand what he meant by "guaranteed minimum".

Anyone who has played gacha games knows that players generally don't want to get the pity system every time.

But you should know that, aside from some evil games where even the guaranteed minimum has a chance of going wrong.

Most of the time, "having a safety net" doesn't mean you're just making do when you're out of options; it means "final victory is just around the corner!"

……

Night has fallen.

The live stream was shut down, and all six guests returned to their own rooms.

At 10:30 p.m., a dark figure tentatively pushed open the door, and an eye peered through the crack in the door, looking left and right.

After confirming that no one was outside, the dark figure stepped out of the door, tiptoed to close it, and then slipped out of the Bai-style courtyard.

After leaving the courtyard, the shadowy figure headed north until a vehicle appeared by the roadside.

The dark figure opened the door and got into the car.

"Brother Che, why do you seem so sneaky, like you're up to something you're up to?" Xiao Tang looked at Cheng Che from the passenger seat, completely puzzled.

"If you dare to use a derogatory term to describe your boss, I'll deduct 100 yuan from your salary." Cheng Che clicked his tongue.

Xiao Tang remained unmoved—her salary for this month was about to turn into a negative number.

"Did you bring what I asked you to bring?" Cheng Che asked immediately.

"I brought it, it's in the trunk," Xiaotang said.

"Open the trunk, I'll go get it," Cheng Che said as he got out of the car.

Taking advantage of the break, Xiaotang took out her phone and opened the notes app—

[Tang's work log]

"On my fourth day at the company, the boss returned to recording 'Wandering Diary' and immediately started interacting with the boss's wife (Mirai), which was great."

"But for some reason, before I got off the plane, my boss suddenly sent me a message."

"Let me bring him a guitar to his car after today's recording."

"Based on my female intuition, I reasonably make the following suspicions—"

"The boss will confess his love at Dali Station."