Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The tense standoff between the two was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Professor Yin Su, are you ready?"

The man smiled nonchalantly, staring meaningfully at the young man in the corner. "Get ready, come out right away."

"That bastard!" Bo Bing gritted her teeth. "What did I do to offend him?"

Seeing the warning look the other party gave her, Bo Bing could only stand up straight, her fists still clenched tightly, as if she were always on guard against the other party.

This is not the guy I remember at all. How could this be?

How much did Yin Su have to do with her death in her previous life?

Bo Bing withdrew his gaze and followed Yin Su out of the room. His three roommates were already waiting for him outside.

"Teacher Yin Su."

The group nodded slightly and walked into the hall. Mo Tao and Bai Zixiu sat on the sofa with their people, waiting for Yin Su to come down.

Wen Yuan took out the task card in his hand and waved it at the staff, "Can we open the task now?"

After receiving an affirmative answer from the director, Wen Yuan opened the card and read out the task on it.

“The group members staying here will take on the responsibility of caring for the children. Please take on the role of caring for the children for the next five days,” Wen Yuan said, narrowing his fox-like eyes and pausing.

“Each group of 5 people will take care of 2 children and complete corresponding tasks over the next few days. Except for emergencies, staff will no longer be responsible for the members’ food, clothing and accommodation. From now on, group members need to earn money through their own social labor. Every income and expenditure will be counted in the live broadcast and displayed in real time on major media platforms along with the members’ actions.”

Before the others could even react, the live chat exploded with comments.

What a cruel production team!

[Oh my god, this is even worse than last year! These days, the guys have no way to earn money except by doing odd jobs.]

At least last year we had unlimited ingredients, right?

Last year, not many people knew how to cook, but at least there was a food supply, right?

[And they also have to keep track of income and expenses! My goodness! Isn't this just like broadcasting live across the entire internet, showing everyone how much money each person can earn?]

It's simply impossible to cheat now!

Oh my god, taking care of two little kids must be so tiring.

"The children's school hours are from 9:00 am to 3:30 pm, including but not limited to outdoor activities, homework, and crafts, all of which will be recorded in their individual performance."

Qu Long said with a smile.

"In principle, apart from prohibited items that are not allowed from the beginning of the program, the production team will also check the snacks in everyone's suitcases to prevent children with weaker constitutions from accidentally eating them. Other items are allowed."

Qu Long is ruthless!

【Can't I even eat the food I brought myself?】

[Upstairs, have you forgotten about the child who was hospitalized last year due to an allergic reaction to dried mangoes?]

It's already afternoon, who would be doing odd jobs at this hour?

[Director, I'm sending you razor blades!]

The director looked at the comments on his phone, smiled, and instructed the staff behind him to take out 300 yuan.

“We’re not that heartless. Each mentor will represent the group and receive 100 yuan as start-up capital,” he said with an exaggerated smile, implying, “7 people, 13 meals, 100 yuan is definitely not enough. The children’s craft projects may also require money. We can’t just sit around and eat our savings away.”

Director, you're so ruthless!

Qu Long is truly capable of doing something like this; last year, the senior students were eating lettuce in the middle of the night!

There's no lettuce left this year.

[Brothers, you have to survive! Waaah!]

The group returned to Yin Su and Bo Bing's dormitory and sat down.

Bo Bing sat on her bed and found that Yin Su was sitting naturally next to her. On the opposite side of Yin Su's bed, there were three people sitting on the bed, with a table moved over from the middle of the bed, which was the perfect size and position.

Yin Su, who was standing next to Wen Yuan, folded up a 100-yuan note, took it out, and handed it to Wen Yuan.

"I remember you studied finance. Would it be alright if you were in charge of managing the money?"

"Thank you for your trust, Teacher Yin Su," Wen Yuan said, accepting the money. "Then I'll be the group's cashier. Friends, trust me."

Teacher Yin Su is so dedicated!

My husband's tattoo is so cool, I want to lick it.

Wen Yuan is a top student from a business school in Shanghai.

[Finance major, that sounds impressive]

[What excellent taste, Best Actor!]

Haha, I believe in you, I believe in you!

“The current challenge is how to make money with this initial capital of 100,” Jiang Wenqing said, taking out paper and pen from his bag. “What ideas do you all have? Feel free to share them, write them down and let’s discuss them.”

Although the scenery here is nice, it is a small town on the border of provinces. Although there is a large flow of people, the fan effect is unlikely to be good. In addition, the program team has explicitly prohibited the use of this kind of fan economy, so it will not be easy to make money here.

100 yuan, not 1000 yuan. To be honest, it's too difficult to make enough money with that amount.

The camera was pointed at the five people, giving them close-ups.

Yin Su noticed the subtle, unconscious movement of the young man beside him as he pondered. The young man's left ring finger was lightly tapping on his middle finger, a gesture perhaps unnoticed by the young man himself, who was so engrossed in thought.

Bo Bing fell into deep thought and didn't even hear Zhao Yang calling him.

"Oh, what's wrong? Xiaoyang, I was daydreaming."

"Brother, do you have any ideas?"

Zhao Yang said with some distress, "Brother Wenyuan can at least be the group's cashier, but my major has nothing to do with computers, so I can't use it. Besides, I've never heard of any place that needs a network administrator for five days."

Before Bo Bing could speak...

“That’s the crux of the problem,” Yin Su said thoughtfully, suppressing his thoughts for the moment. “There are basically no places that need 5-day temporary workers. The time is too short, and there are no bosses who want decent jobs.”

The two young masters were now truly deep in thought.

They're basically rich guys who spend money like water and never worry about food or clothing. How many of them have ever truly experienced labor in their lives? They might be able to do academic research, but they couldn't possibly start from scratch in a very short time.

"And what about the less dignified ones?"

Jiang Wenqing clearly understood the hidden meaning in Yin Su's words.

“Hourly workers, without skills, can only do manual labor,” Bo Bing replied this time. He wrote on a piece of paper, his calm tone revealing no emotion. “Go to the construction site here to work as a laborer. There are many daily jobs, I estimate between 120 and 200 yuan. The work is about 10 hours a day, and the construction site provides meals, but... the intensity is very high, and it is very damaging to the body. I strongly advise against you going.”

Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang were somewhat uneasy.

Although they were both healthy young men, this was the first time in their lives that they had experienced the hardship of being broke, having to work so hard as hourly workers.

Yin Su raised an eyebrow, recalling the family background information written in the person's file, and was slightly surprised.