The yellow talisman paper was burned beyond recognition, with only a few gold ingots still vaguely retaining their original appearance.
Without a second thought, Director Liu leaped forward and extinguished the fire, but lost a few chest hairs in the process.
Ignoring the burning pain in his chest, Director Liu stood up and kicked the assistant director, who was still sitting on the ground. The assistant director quickly got up to dodge, shouting as he did so:
"No, Brother Liu, it's not like we're making such a fuss over just eating a sweet potato!"
After missing his kicks several times, Director Liu grabbed a broom that was standing in the corner and chased after the assistant director, hitting him several times before stopping due to exhaustion.
The assistant director kept a five-meter distance from Director Liu; the 1.85-meter-tall man's face was filled with grievance.
"Brother Liu, you've already hooked up with Boss Xie, you can't even steal a sweet potato from us! I've been single for so many years, and I rely on eating something to soothe my empty heart."
It would have been better if Xie Ting hadn't been mentioned, because the mere mention of it brought up Director Liu's anger, which had been suppressed due to exhaustion.
"Who told you to burn gold ingots and roast sweet potatoes?! Are you trying to experience life after death in advance?!" Director Liu finally understood Xie Ting's breakdown at this moment. What good person would eat this stuff?!
To everyone's surprise, the assistant director innocently explained, "Brother Liu, I'm a materialist!" This infuriated Director Liu, who then went up and kicked him a few more times.
The forgotten accomplice, Lao Li, had already slipped back to his room while the assistant director was being beaten, and was now asleep with the lights off.
At 8:30 p.m., after the guests finished their meal and returned to their rooms to rest, Director Liu urgently convened a meeting with all the main members of the production team.
Director Liu briefly explained that the props prepared by the production team had been stolen, but did not name the culprit.
The others looked at the assistant director, who had a bruised and swollen face, sitting to Liu's right, but didn't dare to ask him directly. They could only keep sending messages to the small group chat with their hands hidden under the table.
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