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

"I'm back!"

Xia Ziyi, holding a can of cola, happily strolled back to Group A.

"How's it going? What's the situation over there?" Yan Lei put down the "High-Yield Fig Cultivation Techniques Manual" in his hand, looked up at her, and asked, "Where did you get this Coke?"

Shen Han also looked over.

"Oh, I see." Xia Ziyi snapped open the tab. "They had a loudspeaker that they bought from a food delivery company, and they recorded my voice and used it to shout out their orders."

"Your voice?" Yan Lei frowned slightly. "You didn't tell them to turn it off?"

"Why did you make them shut it down?" Xia Ziyi asked, looking bewildered. "Cheng Che said it's because my voice is nice and makes it easier to attract customers."

"He even sent me this can of Coke as a thank you; it was also ordered from their delivery service, and it's sugar-free!"

She held the Coke can high, the metal can condensing into fine droplets of water, her face beaming with pride—probably genuine pride in having her voice "requisitioned."

"..." Yan Lei took a deep breath and felt that Xia Ziyi was probably beyond saving.

They'd probably be so happy to be sold out that they'd be helping the seller count the money.

Xia Jie has been completely brainwashed by Cheng Che.

[Not only was she not angry, she even felt like she got a good deal, hahaha!]

How to care for a child with intellectual disabilities has been a pressing problem throughout history.

"Since they can order takeout, we should be able to too," Shen Han interjected from the side.

Yan Lei also came to his senses and nodded: "Xiao Shen is right."

Although he wasn't the one doing the physical labor of shouting, he couldn't really let Xia Ziyi keep shouting in the 35-degree heat.

He wasn't born!

He is always very humane, as long as it doesn't involve food he made that no one wants to eat.

The three of them discussed it and decided to buy a loudspeaker and a few bottles of iced drinks.

As for the expenses... Shen Han patted his chest and offered to cover them all.

Xia Ziyi and Yan Lei both praised him as a great philanthropist!

About ten minutes later, the food arrived.

Xia Ziyi adjusted the speaker and pressed the record button.

"Three, two, one, start recording."

……

……

"Look, look! Fresh figs! If you don't like them, you don't have to pay!"

Xia Ziyi's voice rang out with a slightly mechanical quality.

Tian Xiwei was arranging figs when she heard the noise. She glanced at Group A and then turned to look at Cheng Che.

"They bought loudspeakers too."

"Buy it, it's not my patent." Cheng Che shrugged, not taking it to heart at all.

"That's true." Tian Xiwei arranged the figs and sat down as well.

The three members of Group B, Xu, Tian, ​​and Cheng, sat down in an elegant, casual, and relaxed manner, creating a unique scene at the market entrance.

Just then, Group B's first potential customer appeared.

A man wearing a black mask and a black baseball cap rode a black electric scooter and stopped in front of Group B's booth.

He glanced at the figs on the table, then slowly began to speak.

"How much are your figs per pound?"

"Ten yuan a pound," Cheng Che said—the price of figs was set by the program team.

In Mihai, a major fig-producing city, ten yuan a pound is really not cheap, even though the figs provided by the program team are indeed large and plump.

This price is probably one of the reasons why neither of their groups has had any customers yet.

The man smiled. He asked, "Is the peel made of gold, or the flesh? How dare you sell it for such a high price?"

"I'm just a lowly employee, I don't have the authority to set the price," Cheng Che said innocently. "It was our heartless boss who set the price."

The man smiled again.

"Okay, pick out a pound for me, and make sure it's a big one."

"Okay."

Cheng Che got up and picked out a pound of figs for him.

After selecting the figs, the man didn't rush to take them, but instead asked, "Dude, are these figs guaranteed to be ripe?"

Xu Anan and Tian Xiwei blinked at each other in a daze.

"Hiss, I'm just a fig seller, why would I sell you raw fruit?" Cheng Che clicked his tongue.

The man didn't answer, but instead took a step forward, placing one hand on the stall: "I'm asking you, are these figs guaranteed ripe?"

"Are you deliberately picking a fight?" Cheng Che frowned. "If you don't want to, then get out of the way and stop blocking my business."

"If your figs are ripe, I'll definitely take them," the man said slowly. "But what if they're not ripe? Am I supposed to just throw this business away?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Che raised his hand and pointed to the northwest corner.

The camera turned in the direction he was pointing—

Under the director's rest tent, Wang Zheng was holding half a watermelon and scooping it out with a spoon.

"See that guy with the thick eyebrows and big eyes and the Mediterranean hairstyle?" Cheng Che sneered.

"Saw it, so what?" The man glanced at Wang Zheng sideways, his face full of disdain.

"He'd be willing to stake the last tuft of hair on his head on that these figs are absolutely ripe," Cheng Che said proudly.

Wang Zheng was enjoying a watermelon when he suddenly noticed Cheng Che pointing in his direction, followed by Cheng Che's devilish voice in his earpiece—

"If you find even half a stranger here, he'll go bald within three days."

Wang Zheng's careless face immediately scrunched up in a frown.

No, you're selling your figs, why are you making personal attacks on me, Old Wang?!

Are you polite?

【？？？？？】

[I'm dying of laughter, this is such a completely natural performance.]

[Paying homage, imitating, surpassing, innovating—does this section already exceed the original work?]

[Oh no, he's even willing to use Wang Zheng's last remaining hair as collateral, so we have no choice but to believe this fig is guaranteed to be ripe.]

The man wearing the baseball cap couldn't hold back any longer and took off his mask and cap, bursting into laughter.

I'm sorry, Director Wang, I'm a professional and have received professional training. I don't usually laugh.

But when he joked that you're almost bald, I had to laugh, and laugh out loud.

"Ten yuan for figs, twenty yuan for the performance fee, thirty yuan in total will do," Cheng Che said abruptly to him.

The man's laughter stopped abruptly.

"No, you're robbing me! You want twenty yuan just for saying two lines?" he said, his face full of indignation.

Damn it, he was just a behind-the-scenes staff member. He was originally assigned by Wang Zheng to come over, make a cameo appearance, do some work, and then spend ten yuan to buy a pound of figs to eat at home. He was all happy.

Now you're telling me you want to charge me an extra twenty yuan for my participation?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

What idiot would spend thirty yuan to buy a pound of figs in Mihai?

Cheng Che didn't say anything, but silently raised the megaphone next to him.

"Three, two, one, play the sound."

"Dude, are your figs guaranteed to be ripe?"

"If your figs are ripe, I'll definitely take them, but what if they're not? Am I supposed to just throw this business away?"

Behind-the-scenes guy: ...Are you a devil?

And why was there no warning sound when you secretly recorded with the speaker?

"Oh, I muted the recording just now, that's easy to understand, right?" Cheng Che saw through the other person's thoughts and explained considerately.

"Okay, I'll delete this recording for twenty yuan as performance fee."

"If you don't give it to me, then I'll have to consider talking to the police about your disorderly conduct."

He chuckled, looking every bit the sunny and cheerful young man.