Chapter 47: Never Forget Your Original Intention, Mr. Liao

I've heard that Zhong Qihan is a big shot, but I didn't expect that even his assistant is like this.

The other guests who were not very familiar with Zhong Qihan's impression of him plummeted.

Qin Siyang's expression changed slightly. Her brother glanced at her and said nothing.

"Xiao Song!" Zhong Qi Han frowned and called his assistant.

He has a chronic headache and often needs to take some medicine to treat it. Xiao Song probably came to bring him medicine.

Xiao Song quickly took advantage of the situation and pushed past the person who was trying to stop him, rushing over with a silly smile on his face. "Brother Zhong, I got up at 4:30 this morning to stew it just as you requested. I almost forgot to give it to you. I only remembered it when I was almost on the highway."

[Fuck! Are you a human being? Making someone wake up at 4:30 in the morning to make soup? This is exploitation!]

[This pretentious guy has taken his pretense to a new level! So disgusting!]

[This assistant is just a fool. I'm afraid she doesn't even know she's being exploited! This is something that should be reported now!]

[The assistant didn't say anything? Why are you so anxious?]

[Xiao Song was Zhong Qihan's college roommate. They were close friends and had known each other for years. Why are you trying to sow discord between them?]

My college roommate only asked me to be a small assistant and woke me up at 4:30 to make soup? Is this how rich people define a close relationship? I've learned a lot!

While the live broadcast barrage was clamoring, Xiao Song handed the thermos cup to Zhong Qihan. Before Zhong Qihan reached out, Kong Xiyan reached out and took the thermos cup first: "Since this is filmed in our village, don't bring in such foreign and unknown things.

Our village cannot afford to cause food poisoning or something like that."

"How can this be something with unknown ingredients?" Xiao Song frowned as Kong Xiyan snatched it away. "This is a tonic, good for your health! Do you have any knowledge? Brother Zhong is the son of the richest man in South City! How could what he drinks be bad?"

"Just the richest man." Kong Xiyan laughed: "Our Uncle Liao is still the richest man, what's so great about that?"

After hearing what Kong Xiyan said, everyone looked at the unremarkable Mr. Liao. Him? And the richest man?

"You can ask Uncle Liao where his ancestral home is and how many residential areas were divided after the demolition!" Kong Xiyan snorted.

"How many communities were divided after the demolition?" Xiao Song's mouth twitched as he repeated this word. "You must be kidding. If they really had that much money, who would still be using land like this?"

"What's wrong with demolition? What's wrong with having money?" Mr. Liao was unhappy. He raised his finger and pointed at Xiao Song: "Does having money mean I can forget my original intention?"

As soon as Mr. Liao finished speaking, an electronic sound came from his mobile phone.

[Ding, 17 million yuan has arrived in your Alipay account.]

Hearing this, Uncle Liao repeated in a louder voice: "Can you forget your original intention?"

I don't know why, but now I feel like this sounds fake to anyone else, but when Mr. Liao says it, it feels completely sincere. Is this the power of money?

[I received 17 million yuan in my Alipay account, but I wouldn't even dare use it to set my ringtone.]

[How could this small village hide so many hidden talents? I'm looking forward to the future filming. I wonder if there will be any other great people here.]

[At first, I thought the acting village chief looked fake and annoying, but after seeing her fight the pretender to death, I suddenly think she's pretty cool! Yes! Someone needs to come and give the pretender to death!]

"I've confiscated this thing. I'll return it to you after the filming is over." Kong Xiyan looked at Zhong Qihan and saw that he seemed to want to say something, so she added, "Otherwise, you beg me?"

Please? Please, damn it!

Zhong Qihan sneered: "Then don't take it."

"Brother Zhong!" Xiao Song's expression changed: "How can that be? We can't stop taking this medicine!"

Could it be that he has done something wrong this time?

"Forget it, it's okay." Zhong Qihan raised his hand to stop Xiao Song from continuing and told him to go back first.

Xiao Song wanted to say something but stopped himself, his facial expression changing several times. Finally, he looked unwillingly at the thermos cup in Kong Xiyan's hand, gritted his teeth secretly, and turned away.

Kong Xiyan glanced at Xiao Song's back, clenched the thermos cup in her hand, and then continued: "Does anyone want to help Uncle Liao apply fertilizer?"

After hearing Kong Xiyan's words, no one responded and everyone avoided looking at her.

Even if Mr. Liao is a rich man, he won’t share his money with them. Even if he does, they don’t want to touch that stinky shit bucket!

"It seems no one is willing." Kong Xiyan patted Mr. Liao's shoulder helplessly: "How about this, I'll help you after I finish here."

"Okay, I don't like them either. Village Chief Kong is still the best." Uncle Liao nodded and picked up the shoulder pole again. Kong Xiyan helped to hang up the dung bucket.

Only when they saw Uncle Liao leaving with the dung bucket did the guests breathe a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, after taking two steps, Uncle Liao turned back to look at Kong Xiyan: "Little Village Chief Kong, this is a bit troublesome, is 100,000 okay?"

"Okay." Kong Xiyan made an OK gesture. "We're already so familiar with each other, just decide whatever you want."

Hearing the sound, Uncle Liao walked away with his dung bucket in satisfaction.

"What do you mean by 100,000?" someone asked curiously, "Could it be that... there's money to be made for helping out?"

"Yes, Mr. Liao is not short of money. Every time you help him, you can get a lot of money." Kong Xiyan glanced at the guests: "What a pity, I gave you a chance, but you are useless!"

[Duo, Duo Shao? One hundred thousand!]

[Give me 100,000 yuan, and I can carry Mr. Liao to spread fertilizer!]

[No, is there really no one doing anything about this? Can't they just spread the word? I'm really pissed off that I can't make any money!]

【I’m going to make a scene! 】

Not only were the audience in the live broadcast room furious, but the guests on the scene were also dumbfounded.

My sister said before that there is money to be made!

However, after the example of Uncle Liao, everyone gladly accepted any tasks Kong Xiyan assigned them.

Some people went to help in the vegetable greenhouse, some went to help weave bamboo baskets, some went to help water the plants, and some went to help weed.

Zhong Yangyang and Zhong Qihan were assigned the task of weeding in the fields.

"Help me take off my shoes." After Kong Xiyan finished the assignment, she sat on the bamboo chair with a backrest and put her feet up.

Before Zhong Qihan could react, Zhong Yangyang stepped forward to help pull the heels of the rain boots and helped Kong Xiyan take off both rain boots.

He was so skilled at this, as if he had done this kind of thing many times before, which made Zhong Qi Han's eyelids twitch.

Others had subtle expressions.

Are you currying favor already? So openly? How could the richest family in South City raise such a fool? Not really, right?

Kong Xiyan sat on a bamboo chair with a reclining back, legs crossed and bare feet. She said to Zhong Yangyang, "Remember to put on your rain boots before going to the fields."

"Oh." Zhong Yangyang began to put on her rain boots neatly. She and Kong Xiyan had the same shoe size, so the rain boots fit her feet perfectly.

The amateur brother and sister were the ones who were assigned to water the plants. The younger sister Cheng Yue also asked Kong Xiyan for rain boots.

"I only have that one pair, and I can only lend it to whoever takes them off." Kong Xiyan propped up her chin with one hand.

After hearing what Kong Xiyan said, the way they looked at Zhong Yangyang changed.

What a scheming woman!

No matter how dissatisfied he was, Cheng Yue couldn't rush over to snatch the rain boots from Zhong Yangyang's feet. However, the expression on his face became much uglier.

"What does it matter whether you have rain boots or not? It's a hot day, just take off your shoes and play in the water." Cheng Yue's brother Cheng Ze didn't take watering seriously at all.

Anyway, given his status and position, is it possible that someone in a small program crew would dare to make things difficult for him?

These so-called missions are a mess, just a gimmick, all scripted. Even the thatched hut is probably just a pretense to scare people.

Not to mention anything else, just his status as a married young master means that wherever he goes, he is served with delicious food and drinks and accompanied by beautiful maids.

If you really neglect him, hmph! You will bear the consequences!