Pei Shinian saw his brother looking at his phone with a smile on his face.
Pei Shinian was confused and asked, “What are you laughing at, brother? Just tell me, are you going to do it or not?”
Mu Ye put away his phone and said, “Let’s do it.”
“You have to think it over carefully. If you’re really sure, I’ll make an appointment with Director Cui,” said Gu Jiaming.
Mu Ye was very decisive this time and said, “Okay.”
“Nice!” Pei Shinian fist-pumped. “It’s like an end-of-year company outing. I hope Director Cui’s variety show is a little more laid-back. It would be great if we could just chill by the beach every day, and the guests only need to be handsome.”
Gu Jiaming was still somewhat uneasy and said, “Xiao Pei, I trust you. When we’re recording, please help control the situation and don’t let that guy start any topics with Mu Ye.”
“Don’t worry, Brother Jiaming,” Pei Shinian said confidently. “I’m a pro at stirring up trouble. Leave it to me.”
Mu Ye glanced at him and gave a faint smile but didn’t say anything.
“Okay, it’s settled then. We’ll go sign the contract tomorrow.”
Gu Jiaming made an appointment with Director Cui on his phone.
The next day, in the morning, Yin Chi called and asked curiously, “Why did you suddenly want to go on a variety show? Didn’t you say it wasn’t necessary?”
Last night, Song Jianchu contacted Yin Chi and agreed to meet with Director Cui today.
Song Jianchu thought that since Mu Ye was also going on this variety show, it would be more convenient to meet with both parties having overlapping work.
Because they had an appointment in the morning, Song Jianchu woke up early and was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He said calmly, “Just suddenly curious.”
Yin Chi teased him, “You study geeks are really serious about everything lately. You have to know everything about every profession.”
Song Jianchu rinsed his mouth and calmly agreed, “Learning never stops.”
“Heh,” Yin Chi said. “Do you really think your brothers are foolish?”
Before Yin Chi could finish speaking, Song Jianchu seamlessly interjected with a non-committal “Mm.”
Yin Chi was speechless.
“Damn,” Yin Chi chuckled. “I heard that your male idol is also doing this variety show. That’s why you suddenly became so proactive.”
Song Jianchu remained silent.
Yin Chi hinted meaningfully, “You suddenly became so productive lately, delivering the goods and bringing people home. Did you get lucky?”
Knowing that he couldn’t hide it from Yin Chi, Song Jianchu didn’t intend to hide it anyway. And Yin Chi was someone he could trust not to go blabbering about it.
Song Jianchu didn’t say anything, but his silence could be taken as confirmation.
Yin Chi grinned and asked, “So, how does it feel to have those male god under your care?”
Wiping his mouth with a towel, Song Jianchu replied casually, “It’s not bad.”
“Don’t act like Marie Antoinette,” Yin Chi chuckled. “Mu Ye has never had a sponsor since his debut. You’re the first one to bring a god down to earth.”
“But only you could do it,” Yin Chi added, sighing. “None of the others who had worse conditions in every aspect could be as sincere and devoted as you were for seven years.”
“I’m just a fan,” Song Jianchu emphasized with a deadpan expression.
“What’s the difference?” Yin Chi chuckled. “Whether you’re a fan or you’re pursuing a person, it’s all because you like them, isn’t it?”
But was there really no difference?
Song Jianchu pondered for a few seconds with the towel in his hand and thought that there was a difference.
“However, there are some things I need to remind you,” Yin Chi said, well-versed in the matters of the entertainment industry. “Artists like Mu Ye, who have been in the industry for so many years, are all shrewd people. They won’t develop genuine feelings for their sponsors, so don’t be foolish just because he’s your male god.”
Song Jianchu lowered his eyes. “I know.”
“Don’t mind me being long-winded. You’re a beginner and you’re starting with the biggest gamble, which has a high risk factor,” warned Yin Chi, like an old father. “Sponsoring is basically a financial relationship. Once you’ve fulfilled your dream, it’s time to cut ties. Don’t linger.”
Song Jianchu grew impatient listening. “You really are long-winded.”
“Okay, okay, I won’t dampen your mood,” Yin Chi changed the subject and asked, “Have you watched Director Cui’s variety show before?”
Song Jianchu, who had stayed up late last night to finish a game, had little sleep and sounded lazy. “No.”
“Oh,” Yin Chi said, “I forgot to tell you last time. Director Cui has a nickname in the industry.”
“What?” Song Jianchu asked nonchalantly.
Yin Chi: “Variety show psychopath.”
“?” Song Jianchu was confused. “How can he be a director if he has a mental illness?”
“I won’t reveal anything else that might affect your first variety show experience,” Yin Chi said mysteriously. “Remember to go to the TV station to sign the contract at ten o’clock and have fun with your idol.”
After hanging up the phone, Song Jianchu went to the kitchen to make oatmeal with milk for breakfast.
As he was pouring nuts into the cup, his phone suddenly lit up on the table.
【MY: Good morning.】
【MY: Are you up?】
Song Jianchu immediately put down the nut jar and picked up his phone to reply.
【Song Jianchu: Just woke up.】
【MY: I’m going to the TV station later, see you in the afternoon?】
Last night, Mu Ye sent over his schedule for the next few months, and besides the variety show that hasn’t set a filming date yet, he had no work at the end of the year.
Song Jianchu lightly bit his lip.
【Song Jianchu: I’m also going to the TV station.】
【MY: Then we’ll meet at the TV station?】
【Song Jianchu: [ok]】
【MY: First day on the job.】
【MY: I’ll do my best and try to get a good review from my boyfriend.】
Song Jianchu hesitated with his fingers on the keyboard, as if playing Minesweeper on it.
After typing for a while, he finally hit send.
【Song Jianchu: Good luck.】
After a few spoonfuls of cereal, Song Jianchu quickly changed clothes and left the house.
In the TV station parking lot, the program team’s staff had already come out early to wait.
When the pink-haired boy with black sunglasses got out of the car, the staff enthusiastically ran over to greet him, “Hello, Demon King’s little brother, I’m the new PD of the program team. You can call me Xiao Li. Director Cui is already waiting for you, I’ll take you up.”
Song Jianchu nodded, “Okay, thank you.”
The new PD took two steps forward, but seeing that Song Jianchu hadn’t moved and was looking around the cars, he turned back and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” Song Jianchu withdrew his gaze. “Let’s go.”
The program team’s dedicated office area was busy with everyone looking occupied, only glancing at the person following their colleague in.
The boy with black sunglasses covering his face and slightly messy pink hair, his hands loosely tucked into the pockets of his short jacket.
As they entered the meeting room, everyone simultaneously swiveled their chairs and looked towards the door.
“I thought Director Cui was joking when he said he invited him?!”
“Wow, first time seeing the king of online celebrities.”
“Oh my god, are we having a face-value dog welfare special this season?”
“Although his walking posture is quite normal, maybe the impression of him being the richest Weibo celebrity is too deep. I always feel like he’s making a grand entrance and leaving his family behind…”
Song Jianchu sat down on the sofa in the meeting room, took off his mask, and took out his phone.
No new messages.
Was Mu Ye not coming here to sign a contract?
Before he could even send a message to ask, the meeting room door opened.
Song Jianchu put away his phone and looked up.
A scruffy man in a slightly pilled wool sweater walked in, holding a thermos and extending his hand towards him. “Hello, Demon King’s little brother, I’m your fan. I watch your vlogs every day, and they’re really appetizing.”
He must be a member of the program team.
Song Jianchu shook hands with the male fan. “Thank you.”
The male fan sat down and took a sip of hot water, saying, “Since you’re here, it means you’ve already seen my variety show.”
Song Jianchu was puzzled, “Are you Director Cui?”
Director Cui laughed, “You’re such a funny kid. I’ve been living at the TV station for a few days planning the new program, I don’t have time to shave. Just call me Brother Cui, we’re only a few years apart, I’m just one round older than you.”
The meeting room door closed for twenty minutes.
People in the office area began to talk.
Screenwriter A said, “I don’t think Demon King’s little brother will agree to participate. He doesn’t need this small amount of appearance fee…”
Screenwriter B said, “And his image is quite risky for variety shows. If he doesn’t perform well, it’s easy to get criticized.”
Screenwriter C said, “I think it’s unlikely too. Besides, last time Mu Ye attended the awards ceremony, he went through the whole process without saying a word to him. This kid has to be tough to experience being rejected by his male god again…”
The new PD was glued to the door listening to the conversation inside, suddenly widening their eyes and turning around excitedly, whispering, “Mo Wangdi signed the contract!”
Everyone exclaimed.
Two minutes later, the new PD turned around again, “Mo Wangdi wants to bring capital to the group!”
Everyone was in shock.
After hearing the amount, the new PD turned their head bewilderedly, “As expected…he’s our program’s biggest financial backer.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
A few minutes later, Song Jianchu came out of the meeting room wearing sunglasses and casually asked the person next to him, “Is anyone else coming to sign the contract today?”
Director Cui followed him like a major leader and said enthusiastically, “No one else is coming, now all the guests are here. We’ve been waiting for you!”
The chief screenwriter Zhang Wenyang smiled and said, “The previous guest has just left, and you are the last one to sign the contract.”
Everyone: “…oh.”
Song Jianchu stopped and raised an eyebrow, “He has already left?”
Didn’t we agree to meet at the TV station?
…Didn’t we say we should perform well?
“We just talked about the cooperation agreement for the show, have you read it carefully?” The chief screenwriter smiled kindly and said, “Because of the planning of the program, we may not notify you in advance before shooting.”
Song Jianchu was absent-minded and thought about whether to send a WeChat message to ask, and said, “Okay, I’ll cooperate.”
“Okay.” Zhang Wenyang respectfully extended his hands and smiled, “Can you please temporarily hand over your phone and wallet?”
Song Jianchu: “?”
At some point, all the program team members had already put on their travel backpacks.
Song Jianchu was stunned for a few seconds, and a group of cameramen with cameras suddenly surrounded him.
The variety show personality, wearing a small red hat, with a friendly and sycophantic smile disappeared, and picked up the handheld radio with a cold look, and notified the team waiting in the TV station parking lot, “The sponsor has prepared for the recording, and the first episode of ‘Want to Leave Work’ will officially start recording in ten minutes. The bus is ready to go to the promotional photo shooting studio.”
Song Jianchu: “???”
Before Song Jianchu could recover, he was already left with nothing, and his eyes behind the sunglasses were confused as he was taken to another parking lot.
The parking lot had been cleared out in advance, with a vintage red car worth no more than 20,000 parked in the middle, surrounded by a lighting team.
Song Jianchu walked hesitantly to the front of the car and opened the almost falling-apart back seat door.
The four male celebrity guests who had been tricked into coming early were pitifully squeezed inside, all looking at him with a speechless expression, turning their heads to look at him.
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
His newly employed boyfriend sat in the innermost part of the back seat, with a gentle and helpless look, giving him a slight smile.
Song Jianchu: “…”
The variety show psychopath wearing a red hat stood in the middle of the filming team, looking at her watch and urging them mercilessly with a loudspeaker, “Boss, move it, don’t just stand there, get in the car quickly.”
“The plane to the first workplace departs in three hours, and within one hour, all the staff and the boss need to take a set of first release promotional photos. At the moment, transportation is limited, so the rich dad is sorry to ask you to squeeze with your four star employees.”
“The ‘Wanna Leave Work’ team is starting work!”
Wow he is crazier than Na Pd
…………….No wonder that bestie said the director is a psychopath.
Especially since he has more than enough confidence to trick all of them at once