Chapter 242 An Unyielding Soul

With the release of two bombshell revelations, the show's viewership soared to new heights, reaching its highest peak in five years for the Southern Province Satellite TV, and advertising revenue skyrocketed.

June hasn't even arrived yet, and they've already surpassed their annual targets!

The staff at Nansheng TV station were celebrating wildly with champagne, praising Lu Lu a hundred times and Zhang Mo a thousand times.

Director Gong was so excited that his face turned red, and he immediately made a decision: to directly approve a six-month prime-time advertising slot for Shan Hai Live.

The key point is, it's completely free!!!

This decision made everyone present gasp – this was advertising resources worth tens of millions!

So when all the guests gathered, it was still possible to subtly see that the production team had abandoned all the top actresses, actors, and celebrities, as well as all the familiar faces, and instead placed Zhang Mo, an outsider to the entertainment industry, in the center position.

However, Zhang Mo didn't seem to be moved at all, or rather, she was too lazy to do anything.

Today's filming location is a beach, and the theme is beach barbecue.

Everyone else seemed very busy.

Those who set up tents, those who secured the canopy, those who prepared ingredients, those who barbecued, and those who caught fish (Jiang Mian's job was limited to one).

It seemed that Zhang Mo was the only one sitting under the shade of the tree, his sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, leisurely drinking from a coconut, wearing a Bluetooth headset, with a tablet computer next to him, checking the real-time data of the app.

Everyone present knew she was in poor health and had no cooking skills, so no one expected her to do anything.

All I have to do is quietly be the mascot of the show.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that she wasn't actually that focused on being the mascot, her gaze frequently drifting towards Bai Tianjiao's area...

At this very moment, Bai Tianjiao is processing ingredients at a wooden table temporarily set up by the production team.

Also gathered around the wooden table were food blogger Jiang Jun, online writer Liang Xiaoyue, Zhang Chenxiao, and Qin Yuechuan, along with their respective friends and family.

Jiang Jun brought her older sister, who is a pet blogger.

Liang Xiaoyue brought her own editor.

Zhang Chenxiao is a relative or friend of Zhang Mo.

Qin Yuechuan was accompanied by his classmates from medical school.

Of course, there's also Bai Tianjiao's eldest sister, Bai Tianjin.

After the others washed the ingredients, they handed them over to Bai Tianjin to cut into pieces.

Bai Tianjin wore a smoky gray silk shirt tucked into iron gray trousers, the hem of which was so neat that there wasn't a single wrinkle. She looked sharp and shrewd, and every move she made was precise and controlled to the extreme. Even the curve of her swishing a kitchen knife carried an undeniable sense of authority. Her exquisite knife skills even amazed Jiang Jun, a professional food blogger.

"Wow, that's amazing! Are you a professional chef, sister?" Jiang Jun, a food blogger and single mother, brought her baby today. Because she had a child with her, she couldn't cook herself and could only give occasional pointers. She was still amazed by Bai Tianjin's knife skills.

Bai Tianjiao and Qin Yuechuan were both silent for half a second.

Bai Tianjiao: "Heh, no, no, my sister is just really good at this."

Bai Tianjin was much more straightforward than her. With a crisp sound as the cleaver struck the cutting board, she said, "I am a forensic doctor."

The photographer following the scene trembled for a moment.

He was originally filming a close-up of Bai Tianjin's knife skills, but after learning about Bai Tianjin's profession, he inexplicably found the scene to be terrifying.

Fortunately, the other guests were quite calm, and even praised the profession as very cool.

In particular, online writer Liang Xiaoyue's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a treasure: "Sister, could I interview you when it's convenient for you? The female lead in my next suspenseful detective novel happens to be in that profession."

Bai Tianjin was easy to talk to and said in a friendly manner, "I'm free from Wednesday to Friday evenings next week, and I can chat with you online for a few hours each day."

Liang Xiaoyue was overjoyed: "That's wonderful, thank you, sister!"

Book fan Zhang Chenxiao exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, is your next book going to be a suspense novel? That's great! I saw in the reader group that you were going to write a sweet romance novel next."

The editor Liang Xiaoyue brought also stared wide-eyed, saying in disbelief, "Teacher Liang! What female forensic doctor? What suspenseful detective work? Didn't we already agree that your next book would be a sweet transmigration novel?!"

Liang Xiaoyue rolled her eyes helplessly: "When did we agree on this? You guys have been pressuring me. I've already told you, I really can't write those quick transmigration novels where the goal is to conquer the male lead."

Bai Tianjiao, confused, whispered to her sister, "Sister, what is quick transmigration?"

Bai Tianjin shook her head; she didn't know much about it either.

Qin Yuechuan was quick; he had already sent the search results to both of their phones.

The editor was baffled: "Why can't I write this? It's no different from any other article!"

Liang Xiaoyue clicked her tongue: "How can I describe it to you? Every time I read this kind of story, the female protagonist inexplicably arrives in a strange place and inexplicably demands to gain the love of another man."

I always have this feeling that women are being trafficked...

The editor was speechless: "You're exaggerating too much. This is just a wish-fulfillment story."

Liang Xiaoyue: "The problem is that I didn't feel any pleasure. I only saw coercion and emotional manipulation, and that love was turned into a transaction."

If even the author doesn't feel satisfied, how can the reader possibly feel satisfied?

Zhang Chenxiao chimed in, "That makes sense. I always find it strange when I read these kinds of stories. What exactly does the female lead enjoy?"

They were all busy, like clocking in for work, constantly on their feet, completing various tasks.

On the contrary, the male protagonist was having a blast.

The production team loved watching this kind of exchange, so the camera immediately pointed at the editor-in-chief, ready to see how he would respond.

The editor, sweating profusely, said, "..."

What kind of nonsensical questions are these? It feels like one bad answer could ruin his career.

"Come on, come on, the sea breeze is too noisy, I can't hear you! Let's talk about this privately!" the editor said, pulling Liang Xiaoyue aside.

Zhang Chenxiao, always eager for excitement, laughed and said to the photographer following them, "Aren't you going to hurry up and catch up? This is the birth of a major IP, isn't it more interesting than cutting meat?"

Liang Xiaoyue, a well-known online author, writes stories whose copyrights are highly sought after, as long as the subject matter is not too niche. Whether it's quick transmigration or female forensic doctor, they will most likely be adapted into film or television and become big IPs.

The photographer, who was following along, agreed and hurriedly chased after them.

The photographer chased after the two of them and ran far away. Bai Tianjiao was still reading the encyclopedia entry for "Quick Transmigration": "Quick Transmigration: A popular genre in online novels, also known as 'Rapid Time Travel,' refers to the protagonist quickly traveling between different worlds, different times, and different identities to complete tasks issued by a system or mysterious force."

Ah, I see.

Bai Tianjin, standing beside him, suddenly let out a barely audible cold laugh, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of his knife: "I see."

Bai Tianjiao turned her head sharply and asked curiously, "What's wrong, sis? Have you seen this before?"

Perhaps because the photographer wasn't there, Bai Tianjin spoke a little more: "I did dream about it."