The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

Wen Chen is one of the few henpecked men in the entertainment industry. After getting married and having children, he has gradually appeared less and less in the public eye due to his dedication to his family.

"Although there weren't many shows before, it's not okay to just live off my savings without any work to do at home."

As he spoke, the cruel reality of life for middle-aged people was revealed. With young parents and elderly people to take care of, he had no room to rest.

"Oh my god, with this kind of luck, I don't know what show I will be participating in."

The girl who was chatting with Wen Chen was called Song Chuyi. Don't be fooled by her gentle and refined appearance. In fact, when she opened her mouth, her strong accent could make people laugh and cry.

She was an abandoned child by her agent who ran away from home. She was a pretty girl.

But I don’t know why, I just can’t become popular, even if I’m not famous enough.

Three years after her debut, almost no one knows her.

Most of the employees in the conference room had finished drawing their lots. Looking at the small ball that everyone had in their hands, Mo Hepu shook the lot box and found that there were still a few left in it.

After thinking about it, he called in a few people outside the door.

"This - I still have a share?!"

The same words were spoken by several people at the door. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be the doorman, the cleaning lady and the security guard on patrol.

"Ahem, no matter the position in the entire company, no exception."

After that, he pointed to the red box and signaled to draw the ball.

Mo Hepu was also very curious. According to the currently registered draw list, there would probably be a lucky winner among these people, but he didn't know who it would be.

Really, I'm very curious.

'If you live long enough, you will encounter everything.'

Looking at the small ball in his hand, the gatekeeper couldn't help thinking that he didn't even want this hand anymore.

Why didn't he usually encounter such a good thing? How good it would be if he could open his breath when drawing the lottery, but this time he got it.

But I’m not old for nothing. I was a little surprised when I first got it, but I accepted the fact in a flash.

To be honest, in my life, working in a media company, I see a lot of good-looking boys and girls rushing to participate in programs, but it is the first time for me as a 'grown man' to participate in one seriously.

As the administrator filled in the information, the gatekeeper, Na Guanghui, stroked his gray beard on his chin, feeling somewhat proud.

When the show is finished recording, I will have one more thing to brag about to my wife and kids at home.

After recording the participants of the program, Mo Hepu finally unveiled the mystery of the program.

The words "Return to the Countryside" were displayed in large letters on the screen in the conference room. This simple and straightforward name immediately made clear the true meaning of this program.

"Since our company's artists have little appeal, I plan to broadcast it live first, and then edit it later and put it on the air as a variety show."

How can this be called a lack of appeal? Except for Wen Chen and Song Chuyi, who can barely be considered artists, the other two are complete amateurs, okay?

Everyone in the company heard what Mo Hepu said and complained in their hearts. He is indeed the boss, he is too good at talking, and he can say everything good or bad.

"Our aim is authenticity, so only the camera will be left and all other directors will leave, allowing the artists to experience the farmers' daily life."

After hearing what the boss said, the corners of several people's mouths twitched.

They also experience the farmers' food, clothing, housing and transportation. To put it nicely, it sounds like this, but to put it bluntly, it just makes them work.

They wanted to refuse, but the boss gave them too much, and their hands signed unconsciously.