After listening to the director's introduction, Tan Changqing, who grew up alone, looked calm and said he didn't care about the conditions given by the program team.

But for the daughter and young master of a wealthy family, Lin Zhirou and Bai Ren, who had grown up in luxury, this was indeed a fatal blow.

Because it was a live broadcast, Lin Zhirou just frowned in dissatisfaction and asked weakly: "Director, isn't 150 yuan too little? It's not enough to last three days."

"It's enough. We provide living expenses based on the prices in the village. You don't have to worry at all!" The director answered mercilessly.

"Ah... okay then." Lin Zhirou said with a little grievance.

Bai Ren, however, was different. His brows were furrowed, his face filled with impatience and anger. He stood there, glaring at the production crew with a cold gaze, and said, "More money! Otherwise, I won't record!"

"Impossible, Mr. Bai, the funding is just this much, we won't increase it." The director still refused. Before the release, he would definitely be happy to pamper him, after all, he was the sponsor's man. But last night, the wealthy Su family far away in Beijing directly injected a large sum of money for some reason. The money of the Bai family was nothing compared to that of the Su family, not to mention that the status of the two families was not at the same level. The director said he didn't care about the Bai family anymore.

Bai Ren watched the production team dismiss his humility. Without a word, he walked out of the studio, his steps firm and resolute, each one a testament to his resistance to these unreasonable rules. Staff tried to intervene, but he flung his hand aside, shoving them aside and continuing on his way without a backward glance.

"Mr. Bai, if you insist on not recording, President Bai told me that all your sources of income will be cut off. By then, you won't even have 150 yuan left!" came the director's slightly threatening voice.

"Damn it!" Bai Ren kicked over the trash can on the side of the road in anger, and stood back in the guest group with an angry face.

"Haha, that's good. Only poor places will have cases. It's a good writing material." The corners of Asagao's mouth rose slightly, outlining a charming smile. The smile was as warm as the spring breeze, making people feel like basking in the warm sunshine.

At this time, Qu Qingdai and Jiang Baizhi fell into silence after hearing what the director said.