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

After finishing lunch in about ten minutes, the three packed up their things and resumed selling figs.

While Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei were away, Xu Anan sold another two jin, bringing Group B's total sales to ninety yuan.

As for Group A, since they lost fifteen yuan at the beginning, and the three of them didn't have Cheng Che's ability to twist the truth, even including the one jin bought by the behind-the-scenes staff, their turnover was only fifty yuan.

The gap of forty yuan was widened in just one morning, which is not a small advantage. However, if they want to maintain the advantage until the end, they will have to work harder in the afternoon.

The market experienced a slight downturn in the afternoon, with the number of people dropping sharply.

Group A's stall was empty at the moment—the three of them took advantage of this time to go out for lunch together.

Tian Xiwei suddenly yawned slightly, as if she was a little sleepy.

"Do you want to lie down for a while?" Cheng Che glanced at her.

Anyone who has lived in the world knows that it is extremely easy to feel sleepy in the afternoon, especially in the summer afternoon.

"Is it okay to be so blatantly lazy?" Tian Xiwei blinked.

"How can taking a lunch break be called being lazy?" Cheng Che retorted seriously. "A lunch break is so that we can be more energetic in the afternoon to face our work."

"Rounding it up or down, lunch break equals work."

"Nonsense." Tian Xiwei chuckled softly, but had no intention of continuing to argue.

Anyway, she's not busy right now, and she won't sleep too soundly under the camera. She'll wake up at the slightest unusual noise outside, so there's no need to worry about it affecting anything.

So she softly lay down, closed her eyes, and prepared to take a short nap.

"Nan-jie, why don't you take a nap too?" Cheng Che looked at Xu Anan again. "Anyway, there's nothing to do at midday."

Xu Anan listened and did not refuse. After all, just like a fairy needs to go to the toilet, the white moonlight also gets sleepy and needs to sleep.

She followed Tian Xiwei's example and lay down as well.

[Don't even mention Xiaotian, I'm sleepy even watching the live stream at home with the air conditioning on. I'm going to take a nap too. See you later, everyone!]

I want to sleep too, but Cheng Che isn't. I'm afraid I'll miss some iconic scene if I fall asleep!

When Cheng Che is human, he's quite considerate; he knows to let the two girls rest for a while.

[That's how your brother Che is, isn't it? Unlike Shen Han, who's quick to express his warmth, Brother Che's warmth flows silently.]

Seeing that the two girls had fallen asleep and there weren't many people in the market, Cheng Che turned off the loudspeaker.

He was a little bored for a moment, so he thought for a moment, turned his head left and right to check the position of the camera, and then took out his phone.

After confirming that the phone screen was completely out of the camera's recording range, he planned to take advantage of this free time to write a bit more of "Wings of Mourning".

His three-day promise to the website readers was fast approaching, and if possible, he planned to finish writing "Wings of Mourning" before the end of the day and then publish it all at once.

Anyway, it was only a few tens of thousands of words to begin with, and he had already written quite a bit over the past two nights. Plus, with his typing speed after being single for 23 years, it wasn't a difficult task.

[What's Che-ge doing with his head down? Let me see!]

【No, we're all buddies, what can't we show our buddies?】

Is the photographer just there to do nothing? If he won't show you, wouldn't you just go and record it anyway?

Clearly, the production manager of the hit variety show "Wandering Diary" is no ordinary person.

After noticing Cheng Che's little actions, the cameraman picked up his camera and prepared to go up and film what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Che activated his spider-sense, preemptively avoiding the gank. "Spying on me? You know that's illegal, right?"

The photographer looked completely innocent—how could doing something that was part of his job be called spying?

Besides, you secretly used your personal phone during the live stream, did you know that you violated the rules?

Director Wang will dock your pay!

However, since Cheng Che said so, he couldn't possibly go up and force a shot.

Firstly, even though it's a live broadcast, it's impossible to completely deny the guests' privacy... doing so might actually be illegal.

Director Wang will dock my pay!

Secondly, he was a little afraid that Cheng Che would accuse him.

This person has too many bad intentions; he has no intention of losing his job anytime soon.

The show "Wandering Diary" is probably doomed. So many staff members couldn't handle one ordinary guest; it's useless!

[Look closely, Cheng Che has his back to the camera, his hands and phone are hidden from view, but his body is trembling slightly...]

【I know! He must be typing!】

[It's so frustrating! What kind of novel does he even write? He said he writes sweet romance novels, but judging from his behavior on the show these past few days, I don't believe it at all!]

[All you resourceful netizens, hurry up and use your skills to investigate this guy thoroughly!]

To be honest, Cheng Che's speaking style is really similar to Zero the Thief, and given his high popularity, he meets the director team's selection criteria. But unfortunately, Teacher Yan knows Zero, so these two are not the same person at all.

[Mind-bending (deeply contemplative face)]

Cheng Che stood with his back to the camera, head down, typing away.

About ten minutes later, he vaguely heard footsteps.

Looking up, I saw a person wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap walking towards me.

"...?"

Cheng Che had to admit that he was a little confused.

What does this mean?

Seeing that there weren't many customers at noon and the live stream was too boring, Director Wang sent in a plant to create some entertainment.

Or is this just another thief trying to freeload?

His eyes gradually became wary.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." The man coughed twice, clearing his throat in a pretentious manner, before asking, "How much do you sell your figs for per pound?"

"...Ten yuan a pound," Cheng Che said.

The noise from their conversation woke up Tian Xiwei and Xu Anan, who were taking a nap.

The two girls looked up at the visitors one after the other.

Upon seeing the person's attire, they were all momentarily stunned, then instantly snapped back to reality.

Whether it's a shill or a thief, you have to be careful!

"Oh! Ten yuan a pound! That's not too expensive." The man seemed a little surprised.

The three members of Group B waited quietly for his follow-up remarks.

Tian Xiwei also secretly kept an eye on his hands, intending to stop him immediately if he made any move, so as not to let the tragedy of Group A in the morning be repeated in Group B.

"How many kilograms of figs do you have left?" the man asked slowly.

Cheng Che glanced back at the box of figs behind him, thought for a moment, and said, "There are still forty-three jin left."

The production team prepared 50 kilograms of figs for each of the two groups, A and B, and they sold exactly 7 kilograms in one morning.

"So you'll close up shop once you've sold out?" the man asked again.

"This customer has so many questions..." Cheng Che was a little confused, but still answered truthfully, "Yes, if we can really sell them all."

After all, the production team only gave them fifty kilograms of figs, and once they were sold out, they were gone.

Aren't you going to close up shop and just sit here in this sauna?

"Oh." The man nodded. "Alright then, pack up the remaining forty-three pounds of figs, I'll take them all!"

As he spoke, he pulled a wad of red banknotes from his pocket, deftly pointed out five hundred-yuan bills, and slammed them on the table.

"The total is four hundred and thirty. Give me seventy back. You don't need to pack the figs separately; just give me the box with them."

Xu Anan: ? ? ? ?

Tian Xiwei: ? ? ? ?

Cheng Che: ? ? ? ?