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

As evening approached, the mango delivery project was nearing its end, and Cheng Che had only two cups of mango pomelo sago left in his box.

The group walked back along the street, intending to finish distributing the remaining items and then call it a day.

Cheng Che suddenly noticed a boy sitting on a bench by the roadside. He had his head down, one hand supporting his head, and his face was pale. He looked like he was about to collapse.

They immediately stopped the car and jogged over.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the other person was sweating profusely, looking like they were suffering from heatstroke or low blood sugar.

But considering it's already November...

Without saying a word, Cheng Che took out a cup of mango pomelo sago with lots of sugar and ran over in a few quick steps.

"Are you experiencing low blood sugar? Here, take this." Cheng Che inserted the straw and handed over the mango pomelo sago.

The boy looked up, paused for a moment, then took the drink and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

Neither Cheng Che nor the squad leader urged him; they stood quietly to the side.

After about ten minutes, the boy finally caught his breath.

He let out a long breath and looked at Cheng Che: "Thank you very much, you've been a great help."

"How much is this drink? I'll transfer the money to you."

"No need," Cheng Che waved his hand. "We came out here to give away free drinks."

As he spoke, he also raised a small promotional flag for the Chinese website.

The boy paused, then seemed to realize something, and his eyes slowly lit up:

"You guys are from that Chinese website? I can't believe I actually ran into you?"

"I don't know what you mean by that?" Reporter Lin interjected, seizing the opportunity.

Upon hearing this, the boy glanced at her and noticed the camera following behind her. He quickly guessed that they were probably there specifically to interview her about this matter.

"That's right," he explained without any hesitation, "I was just walking home."

"As I was walking, I felt a little dizzy. I think it might be because I have low blood sugar."

"But I don't have any candy on me, and I don't see any convenience stores around here. I'm a little unsure what to do." He scratched his head, looking helpless.

Anyone who has experienced hypoglycemia knows that occasional hypoglycemia is not a serious illness, but once it occurs, it can cause dizziness and tremors in mild cases, and seeing stars or even fainting in severe cases.

Fainting in the street is such a devastating thing.

After all, there's a saying—a person can die, but society cannot.

The boy continued, "Then it suddenly occurred to me that I've been hearing a lot lately about people giving away free mango pomelo sago desserts on the streets around here."

"I just randomly found a place to sit down by the roadside, thinking I'd try my luck. If I didn't find anything, it wouldn't matter; sitting for a while would give me a chance to catch my breath."

"I never expected to actually run into it." The boy chuckled as he spoke, "It's like some kind of urban legend."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his face filled with piety:

"When you're on a few streets nearby and need to replenish your water and sugar, a group of Mango Heroes riding electric bikes will come and take out mango pomelo sago from an insulated box for you."

"Thumbs up for Mango Man!"

Upon hearing this, the other four people present were genuinely amused.

Reporter Lin's eyes lit up – thanks to this young man, she had already come up with the title for the entire series of interview videos!

Let it be called:

Is it illusion or reality? A strange urban legend appears in the magical city?!

"Anyway, thank you so much," the boy said sincerely at the end.

"You're welcome." Cheng Che waved his hand. "Let us take you home, so you won't get into any trouble by yourself."

"Then I'll trouble you." The boy accepted their help without hesitation.

How could Mango Man harm him?

……

This evening thus came to an end in a joyful and warm atmosphere.

The group returned to the Chinese website headquarters.

After a full day of interviews, reporter Lin wrapped things up and left with the photographer.

Before leaving, she told Cheng Che and Bai Ye that the final interview results were expected to be released within one to three weeks, at which time they would be notified.

Cheng Che and Bai Ye had no objections to this.

"You can go back if you don't have anything else to do," Bai Ye said to Cheng Che. "Of course, you can stay at the company if you want."

She's fine with him staying here if he wants; she's always been very tolerant of Cheng Che.

"Then forget it." Cheng Che thought about it and, considering that there were many of his readers on the Chinese website, he felt it wasn't safe to be there.

Moreover, he had been away from his girlfriend for a full ten hours, twenty-three minutes, and fifty-seven seconds.

It's time to go find her!

"Can."

Bai Ye nodded, then personally went downstairs and escorted Cheng Che to the lobby on the first floor.

Cheng Che was flattered. In order not to disappoint the editor-in-chief, he did not forget to raise his eyebrows at the security guard who had intercepted him earlier before leaving, just to show off.

Just as Cheng Che was about to push the door open and leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an electric scooter parked outside the door out of the corner of his eye.

A food delivery rider in a yellow robe jumped off his vehicle, carrying three bags, and jogged toward the company gate.

He instinctively moved aside.

The delivery rider rushed into the lobby, dumped several bags on the front desk, and said:

"Same as before, it's mango pomelo sago."

Without waiting for a response from the front desk, he rushed out again, got on his bike, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Why did I receive takeout again?" Bai Ye asked, somewhat puzzled.

Why are readers suddenly sending takeout so late at night?

Could it be that a new reader has reached the third part of the story?

She walked to the front desk, intending to check the receipt on the takeout bag to confirm what was going on.

Seeing this, Cheng Che said nothing and quickly and quietly left the hall during this time.

Bai Ye went to the front desk, casually picked up a receipt, and looked down at it:

[Order Note: You guys have no manners! Sending a single chapter so late at night makes me think it's an update. And this Chinese website is so lame, I think you're a bit lovesick! If this happens again, I'm really going to send you razor blades!!!]

Bai Ye was completely confused.

Cheng Che updated again?

When?

And... why are readers criticizing the Chinese website?

She suddenly had a premonition, took out her phone, clicked on the website, and found that Long San had updated a new chapter, which was published about half an hour ago.

I hope the kid isn't up to some trouble again...

Bai Ye clicked on the latest chapter and read it word by word:

To our dear readers:

Next, I have some good news and some bad news to share with you readers.

The good news is that I will not be taking a break from updating my posts for at least the next two to three weeks.

The bad news is that because I spent the whole day at the website headquarters dealing with other matters, I didn't have enough free time to write.

So, I'm saddened to announce to everyone: I'll be taking a day off from updating, hehehehe.

P.S.: If you want to criticize, go criticize the website. I'm just a lowly writer, and I can't help it if they take up my time.

With such a powerful, numerous, wealthy, and influential organization, I dared not disobey their orders!

I'm a victim too! Please feed me peanuts!!

PS2: I'll be back to streaming tomorrow, so please send me rice (virtual gifts).

"..."

Bai Ye turned his head expressionlessly to look at the spot where Cheng Che had just been standing.

The person has long since disappeared.

She let out a long breath and returned to her office with a smile.

She kept telling herself, "It's okay, it's okay."

After all, he's my own kid. He's just a little mischievous, it's not a big deal.

Moreover, what the child said was actually the truth; it just resulted in more negative comments about Chinese websites online.

Thinking this, Bai Ye picked up her phone and dialed a number:

"Hey, go check the CCTV footage from this morning in the lobby on the first floor, showing the person who came to the company."

"Yes, right now, the sooner the better."

"After extracting the data, hand it over to the editor and have him work overtime to edit the video and upload it online."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ye's mood returned to calm.