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

The guy behind the scenes left with a look of grief and indignation, carrying the figs.

I'm so chovy!

He actually acted like an idiot and spent thirty yuan to buy a pound of figs at Mihai.

I'll be ridiculed by all my colleagues on the show, just like Cheng Che's cameraman!

[Hahaha, what a pitiful back view.]

[No, why does it seem like Cheng Che does whatever he wants?]

Actually, "Wandering Diary" is Che Ge's backyard, and everyone in that backyard is his toy.

Cheng Che: Some people say Wang Zheng's variety shows are difficult to record, but I don't think so.

The king of variety shows graced his beloved "Travelogue" this summer.

"You... made thirty yuan?"

Tian Xiwei looked at the two banknotes in her hand—one ten yuan and one twenty yuan—with a look of surprise.

It seems that no one can stop Cheng Che in "Wandering Diary".

She now fully believes that even if he can't sing or compose, and doesn't have a good appearance, just with his cheesy talking and unique way of thinking, he will definitely become famous.

"This is the only time. The production team gave each of our two groups, A and B, one plant, and that should be enough," Cheng Che said.

"That's not bad either, at least we made thirty." Tian Xiwei was quite optimistic.

……

Just as Cheng Che predicted, the production team prepared a plant for Group B, so naturally Group A would also have one.

Sure enough, Group A welcomed someone who was also wearing a mask and a baseball cap.

Yan, Shen, and Xia sat behind the stall, while a loudspeaker nearby continuously played a recording:

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

Upon seeing that the guests had finally arrived, all three of them stood up with a "whoosh".

"Hello, would you like to buy figs?" Xia Ziyi asked first.

"Let me tell you something, sir," Yan Lei continued, "Our figs are no ordinary ones. They are all genuine 'green-skinned' figs, grown using the concept of 'ecological balance'."

"The orchard is filled with natural green manure such as clover, and we even keep a small number of ants to maintain the ecological cycle—they are nature's inspectors, attracted only by the sweetest fruits."

— Yan Lei just saw this set of words in the book "High-Yield Fig Cultivation Technology Manual".

He felt that saying this would sound very pretentious and elegant, and would definitely attract customers' attention.

Shen Han maintained a polite smile.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but the other two had already taken all the words he could say, so he could only keep smiling.

Listening to Yan Lei's fancy introduction, the visitor waved his hand impatiently.

"You're shouting over the loudspeaker that if it's not good, you don't have to pay, is that for real?" He stared intently at the figs on the stall. "Can I try some?"

"Of course it's true!" Yan Lei patted his chest and assured him, "Try it as much as you like, and if you don't like it, you won't have to pay."

He had just seen what was happening in Group B and knew that the people dressed like that were staff members of the production crew, planted to increase sales and create some entertainment value for the show.

"Fine, you said it yourselves."

The guest pulled down his mask—

He revealed an unremarkable face, with a bit of residue of some unknown substance stuck to the corner of his mouth.

He bent down and picked out two large figs from the stall, weighed them in his hand, and then took a bite.

"Hmm... not tasty," he mumbled, but his mouth didn't stop, and he swallowed a fig in a few bites.

Xia Ziyi blinked, thinking he was being sarcastic: "If it's not good, why are you eating it so fast?"

The man ignored her, picked up a second one, and ate it in a few bites.

"This doesn't taste good either."

He took the third one.

Yan Lei frowned slightly, but didn't say anything—after all, he had said "try as much as you like," so it wouldn't be right to stop him after he had only tried two.

The guests ate so fast that their cheeks bulged like balloons about to burst, and they didn't even bother to wipe away the juices that spilled from the corners of their mouths.

the fourth.

"It really doesn't taste good."

the fifth.

"It tastes terrible."

Every time, it says "it doesn't taste good," but its hands and mouth never stop moving, like a starving ghost reincarnated, chewing faster and faster.

Xia Ziyi finally realized what was happening and was about to speak, "Wait a minute—"

Before he could finish speaking, the guest, quick as a flash, grabbed two more figs from the table, stuffed them into his pocket, and ran off.

The movements were so fast, it was as if they were on double speed; the arms swung back and forth, even leaving afterimages.

Xia Ziyi's hand froze in mid-air, her mouth agape, as if she had been paralyzed.

Shen Han's smile froze slightly, as he was somewhat confused about the situation.

"Perhaps he's encountered some difficulties." He then made an excuse for the man, "It's alright, it's just a few figs. If it can help him, it's a good deed."

After he finished speaking, the smile on his face became natural and confident again.

[Haha, this guy over here is acting like a madman.]

[Hanhan is so sweet! His first reaction wasn't to chase after her or seek revenge, but to understand her difficulties!]

[666, your Hanhan is such a sweetheart, so considerate of others. Then I ask you, why doesn't he show consideration for the fruit farmer who supplied the figs?]

Yan Lei reacted much faster than Shen Han and Xia Ziyi, his expression saying, "Okay, okay, you want to play like this?"

He understood; he understood what his longtime friend Wang Zheng meant.

Wang Zheng deliberately and openly sent a shill to steal food, all so that the shill could replicate a scene they often performed on another show—

That is, he went to cause trouble for Wang Zheng while carrying a pair of slippers, in order to create a TV show effect.

Alright, alright, let's give Wang Zheng some face and cooperate with him.

Yan Lei looked down at his feet, found an empty mineral water bottle he had just finished drinking from, picked it up, and prepared to "find fault".

Unexpectedly, a figure walked over at that moment.

It was a man wearing a black face mask and a black baseball cap.

The man glanced sideways at Yan Lei: "Dude, are you sure these figs are ripe?"

Yan Lei was stunned.

What does this mean? Why is there another shill here?

Is it because the previous shill didn't give them money and instead made them lose money on figs, so they sent another shill to make up for the loss?

When did Wang Zheng become so considerate?

As Yan Lei was thinking this, he saw Wang Zheng put down the watermelon at some point and walk over quickly.

"That customer just ate five figs and took two more away, wasting a total of seven figs." He paused for a moment, "and your Group A didn't charge you any fees."

"Since these figs were entrusted to us by the fruit farmers, we have no right to consume them at will. Therefore, the three teachers need to make up for the loss of these seven figs themselves."

"Each person pays five yuan, totaling fifteen yuan, as compensation."

"Yeah, just to clarify, that guy wasn't a shill," Wang Zheng added with a smile. "He's probably... really just someone who freeloads."

Yan Lei: ...

Xia Ziyi: ...

Shen Han: ...