After Director Sun left Sang Ning's livestream, he checked in on the other guests' livestreams one by one. Seeing every guest being rejected by multiple farmers after asking for help, he smugly rubbed his chin.
Sure enough, aside from the koi-luck Chu Xi and the weirdo Sang Ning, the other guests were still within the show's control range.
In fact, the production team had privately arranged six farmer households. If the guests couldn't find accommodations by nightfall, these six families would step in as kind-hearted hosts to take them in.
This show was going to be filmed for 30 days, so it wasn't like they'd really leave the guests without a place to stay.
The reason the production team made things hard for them was to increase the entertainment value of the program. If everything went too smoothly, the audience would lose interest over time.
Let's not even talk about Chu Xi—her luck was outright unstoppable—but why was Sang Ning such a weirdo, constantly exploiting loopholes in the show's rules?
Thinking of this, Director Sun ground his teeth in anger. But then, imagining Sang Ning crying and begging for his help later, he suddenly felt a lot better.
Just then, multiple staff members ran in at once to ask him to take some calls.
Director Sun froze for a moment. With so many calls, which one should he pick up first?
Before he could decide, the two staff members standing closest to him each held a phone up to one of his ears.
In his left ear: "Hello, Director Sun? We're with XX Home Decor Company. We'd like to advertise our products through your show. Would you accept? If so, could we have Sang Ning as our spokesperson?"
In his right ear: "Hi, Director Sun? This is XX Home Furnishings Company. We'd like Sang Ning to be our brand ambassador. We can send the items over right now."
Director Sun felt like his head was about to explode. What was going on?
If he remembered correctly, the show hadn't officially started taking advertisements yet, right?
The two staff members holding phones hadn't even hung up when other staff members crowded around, elbowing them aside to shove more phones against Director Sun's ears.
All of them were home furnishing or decor companies looking to partner with Sang Ning as their spokesperson. Director Sun couldn't manage this avalanche of calls, so he silently mouthed at the staff: Hang up! Hang up! Hang up!
The staff quickly found excuses to temporarily turn down the callers.
Director Sun stood there, hands on hips, gasping for breath. This scene was broadcast live in the main livestream room, and netizens were laughing like crazy.
[Sang Ning: Director Sun, bet you didn't expect this, huh? I pulled all these ad deals for the show!]
[Director Sun: Oh, thank you so much! I was expecting you to come back crying for help, not to turn the whole thing into a circus!]
Before Director Sun could catch his breath, another staff member came running up hurriedly. Waving them away without even listening, he tried to refuse, but the staffer leaned in and whispered something into his ear.
Director Sun's face immediately darkened as he followed the staff member out of the room, leaving the camera's view.
The netizens watching were bewildered.
[What's going on with Director Sun?]
[Urgent! Urgent! Can anyone lip-read and tell us what the staff member said to him? Is there an Immortal online who can decode this for us?]
[Didn't you see the staff member covering their mouth while talking? You'd need not just lip-reading skills but X-ray vision, too.]
In a corner, Director Sun took the call and spoke deferentially: "Hello, Secretary Wang. How can I be of service?"
Sweat poured down Director Sun's forehead while his mind raced frantically, sifting through decades of memories. Had he somehow offended Hai Chuan Group? Why was their secretary calling him directly?
Just as he grew increasingly anxious, the voice on the other end spoke up: "It's nothing serious. Our president believes that Miss Sang Ning aligns perfectly with our brand philosophy. We'd like to invite her to be the spokesperson for our home decor and furnishings line. The sample products are already on their way. Please ensure Miss Sang Ning receives them."
"Of course, of course! Please rest assured, Secretary Wang. I'll make all the necessary arrangements."
Director Sun gripped the phone tightly, bowing repeatedly as he replied. Once the call ended, his expression immediately soured. With a scowl, he shoved the phone into a staff member's hands.
"What's going on with you people?! Who gave you the guts to solicit ads without my approval? How dare you involve Hai Chuan Group? Don't you realize they're so big they don't even need to advertise?!"
He unleashed a full-on tirade, berating the staff. Feeling wronged, the staff defended themselves: "Director, it wasn't us. It's Sang Ning! She's the one soliciting sponsors in her livestream—it's got nothing to do with us!"
"What? Her again? This girl's dead set on wrecking my plans, isn't she?"
Fuming, Director Sun stormed back into the main livestream room and ordered the broadcasting team, "Switch the camera to Sang Ning's house. This time, I'll personally keep an eye on her. Let's see how she dares to pull any more stunts behind my back!"
[Director Sun, maybe you should just stop monitoring her. Whether you do or not, Sang Ning will still challenge you anyway. Ignorance is bliss, you know.]
[Director Sun: Thank you so much, really. You're the hardest-to-handle audience I've ever encountered.]
When the camera switched over, the old man who had left earlier returned to the cow shed on his tractor.
"Little Sang girl, I brought a sickle and a hoe for you."
Sang Ning walked out of the yard, grinning as she took the tools from the old man's hands. "Thank you, Grandpa."
"Ah, it's nothing." The old man flashed a toothy grin and then gestured over his shoulder. "Little Sang girl, do you know these folks? They heard I was heading over here and asked to tag along."
Sang Ning followed his gesture and saw a group of people sitting in the tractor's trailer. She looked a bit surprised.
"Sangsang Sister, my grandma and I asked around at several farms, but no one would take us in. Our videographer mentioned you found an abandoned cow shed. Could you let me and my grandma stay with you?"
Song Shiye hopped off the tractor and walked over to Sang Ning's side. Under the sunlight, his smile was especially dazzling.
Sang Ning turned her head and saw Grandma Song waving at her with a kind expression. "Little Sang, hello there!"
Sitting next to Grandma Song were Shen Yi and Mr. Shen.
As Sang Ning's eyes moved to them, Shen Yi raised his hand and greeted her in his usual aloof manner. "Hello. My dad said he spent part of his childhood sleeping in a cow shed and misses that experience. He was wondering if you could also take the two of us in."
At this moment, Director Sun clutched his head like a soap opera character on the verge of a breakdown, screaming hysterically at the camera: "Shen Yi, Song Shiye, I beg you to be reasonable! This is a cow shed—a place for cows, not people! Can you please stop going insane along with Sang Ning?!"