The film crew stood in front of a green iron door with peeling paint, looking uncertain. Is this really Sang Ning's house?
The group uniformly looked up at the doorplate—it matched the address Sang Ning had given them.
The netizens were also shocked.
[I thought the alley we just saw was already pretty rundown, but I didn't expect the houses inside could be even worse. Does the Sang Family really live here?]
[I suspect Sang, you Bitch, is trying a new way to gain sympathy by pretending to be poor.]
[Haha, it's really disgusting to purposefully pretend to be poor with a net worth of 20.8 million.]
[Laughing to death, Sang, you Bitch, always acts like a rich girl. If this is really her house, I can only call her Grand Cup Sang.]
[But to be honest, with this decrepit iron door and dim corridor, it really looks like the scene of a murder. It makes me feel scared.]
The hearts of the four-person crew jumped, and the PD was so nervous he didn't dare to speak.
He stepped forward and tentatively knocked on the iron door a few times, only to be answered by a high-pitched, irritable middle-aged woman's voice: "Who is it?"
The PD's heart skipped a beat in fright. He turned back to his colleagues, lowered his voice to the minimum and whispered, "I don't think this is the place. Should we leave first and make sure of the address before coming back?"
The other three hurriedly nodded, that was exactly what they thought too.
Before they could leave, there was a clatter, and the iron door was already opened.
A middle-aged woman in her forties leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed. With short, wavy blonde hair and pronounced features paired with raised eyebrows, she looked somewhat formidable.
The cameraman instinctively hid the camera inside his loose jacket, leaving only a lens exposed. Luckily, he was carrying a portable camera, so if you didn't look closely, it wasn't noticeable.
This woman gave him a sense of not being easy to deal with. If they had indeed come to the wrong place and shot the wrong person, his beloved camera might be smashed to bits.
Hu Zhi looked up and down at the film crew expressionlessly. Just as the crew was so nervous from her gaze that they swallowed hard, she suddenly broke into a bright smile.
"Yo, Cuihua has quite the connections, saying she'll find some folks to accompany us, and she ends up bringing a bunch of handsome young men."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"Young and handsome, sister likes it very much."
Hu Zhi's words showed clear satisfaction.
The PD suddenly panicked, and his speech became stuttered: "Big... big..."
Hu Zhi slapped the PD on the head, dissatisfied: "Stop being so jittery. It's just Sister Zhi to you."
Before the PD could react, Hu Zhi pulled everyone inside the door.
The aunties at the mahjong table, upon hearing about these handsome men, were suddenly beaming and swiftly got up, rushing to the doorway.
"Cuihua is so considerate, not coming herself but sending a bunch of handsome young men to keep us company."
"Hu Zhi, if you ask me, their looks don't quite match up to your Sang Chuan, but they have clear eyes, a glance shows they are more obedient and charming than Sang Chuan."
"Cuihua has never found us such high-quality lads before. I'll have to ask her later where she found this channel."
Enduring the aunties' unabashed scrutiny, the film crew felt like they were big cabbages at the market, and these aunties were the customers coming to buy produce.
The film crew stood shivering at the doorway, helpless and bewildered.
The aunties were very satisfied, crowding outside to pull the remaining crew members inside.
The cameraman was the last to be pulled in, like the others, he was dragged in before he could comprehend what was happening.
The livestream chat exploded.
[Everyone, quickly help the film crew and call the police. They look like they're being pimped out.]
[I said Sang Ning's house couldn't possibly be in a place like this; the crew clearly got conned.]
[Impossible, Sang Ning wouldn't be this dumb. Surely she knows this is a live broadcast?]
[Surely not. If she dared to pimp openly, it would be more than just a black mark. That's against the law, she'd be locked away weaving on a sewing machine.]
[Let's observe for now. Don't waste police resources lightly.]
The film crew's brows furrowed, their hearts pounded furiously.
They're all an average age of 25, in the prime of youth, and still single. They're not about to start selling themselves; they must resist!
"Quick, quick, go inside. Why are you just standing there stupidly?"
Hu Zhi laughed as she and the other aunties pushed them inside, and before the film crew could resist, they were forced to sit at the mahjong table.
"We've already played several rounds. This round is yours. Seeing you guys look so green, I bet your skills aren't great. The other three sisters and I will guide you."
Hu Zhi wrapped an arm around the PD's shoulders, her voice very hearty.
The PD felt like crying with no tears left, wanting to die, constantly roaring in his heart, "If you're a man, stand up and resist!"
Suddenly, a strong sense of conviction surged within, and the PD attempted to get up. But as soon as his butt lifted from the chair, Hu Zhi pressed him back down: "Don't be nervous, Sister Zhi's got your back, just play casually."
The living room of the Sang Family was not big. The mahjong table and Sang Chuan's elementary school desk and chair were close together, with Sang Chuan sitting right next to the PD.
The PD continued to try to resist but accidentally bumped into Sang Chuan. Sang Chuan clicked his tongue impatiently, moved further to the side, and continued battling in his game.
He was used to his mother's mahjong buddies, who ranged from the elderly to amusing middle-aged types. A few young men did not surprise him.
After all, for women around his mom's age, liking young and fresh men was a normal thing, just as a man, no matter how old, only likes 18-year-old girls.
Of course, none of these men included his dad, Sang Youming.
His dad was notoriously whipped in the neighborhood, seeing all women as the same as wooden blocks, except for his beloved Zhizhi, who he considered worldly beauty.
Meanwhile, his dad was also famously henpecked, obeying everything his mom said without question, not daring to utter a single word in defiance.
However, Sang Youming's reaction next was beyond Sang Chuan's expectations.
Upon finding a group of young studs in his home, Sang Youming thought he was seeing things, was his vision blurry?
He rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Hu Zhi tugging at a young man, he reacted violently, feeling as if his head was sprouting a lawn.
He immediately stood up, slammed the bottle in his hand, and furiously questioned, "Hu Zhi, what do you mean by this?"
All eyes in the living room instantly turned to him.
Sang Youming, with a full beard, a shallow scar under his left eye, and a slightly drunk, flushed face, looked every bit a fearsome drunkard.
The aunties were scared and excused themselves to Hu Zhi before quickly leaving the Sang Family.