This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

Even Director Cui couldn't help but ask through his earpiece:

"Yao-mei, how exactly did you catch that fish?"

Wen Yao blinked her eyes, her smile sweet:

"Viewers watching at the screen, if you want to know the secrets of fishing, type 6."

The screen was filled with 666, which was dazzling.

"Director, you should be able to feel the enthusiasm of the audience, right?" Wen Yao said calmly. "Now it all depends on the sincerity of your production team—"

Good guy.

They turned the tables on the production team!

This is just great.

The audience's enthusiasm is putting the production team in a very difficult position.

With no other option, Director Cui discussed the matter with the staff and offered a rather meager condition: "A bucket of instant noodles!"

Wen Yao smiled slightly: "What did you say? Oh, my signal is bad, I can't hear you."

"Alright, alright, it's Thursday today. I'll pay for it myself and order you a 'V-Me 50' package!" Director Cui said in a pained tone.

Wen Yao tried negotiating for other supplies, but quickly discovered that the production team was only willing to exchange them for food.

"I'll give you a 50 RMB set meal, plus a glass of iced lemonade for each person!"

As Wen Yao spoke, she caught another big fish.

[Where did they hire this fish as an actor?]

[Ugh, she's not asking for the moon! Give her what she wants!]

[Director Cui, are you short on cash? If so, post a QR code and we'll help you out.]

...

"make a deal!"

After both parties reached an agreement, Director Cui was still worried that Wen Yao might go for something abstract and say something like "Anyone with hands can do it".

However, Wen Yao actually analyzed the water flow, weather, fishing spot selection, and so on in a very logical and detailed way.

"Of course, there's also my secret ingredient." Wen Yao opened the leaf, revealing a bunch of strange black and brown ingredients inside. "Purely natural, zero additives, animal excrement!"

Director Cui: ? ? ?

audience:? ? ?

what?

Did they hear it correctly? !

Wen Yao actually used feces to fish?!

[This works?]

I saw this on a short video platform; fish are very sensitive to the smell of feces, so it's like baiting their food?

[Oh no, the thought of my little sister playing with poop makes me unable to bear watching!]

Just then, a group of male guests passed by and overheard Wen Yao's fishing secrets.

Lu Anbo stared in disbelief: "I have a question for you, where did you get this excrement from?"

Wen Yao: "Guess."

Lu Anbo looked at her hand, frowned, covered his nose, and could hardly look at her.

"Yao-mei, it's one thing for little kids to play in the mud, but you're so old and you're still playing with poop..."

The next second, several little monkeys came running over, squeaking and chattering.

—The production team only transported the poultry away; they couldn't take care of the wild animals on the island.

A clever one handed Wen Yao some wild fruit and then massaged her shoulders and back.

The remaining birds poured their droppings, which were wrapped in leaves, into the stream.

Even more fish have gathered here.

Lu Amber: "..."

It turns out that the monkeys were used to do it.

The slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you looking for wood and stones?" Wen Yao glanced at Lu Anbo. "Or are you trying to help me find animal droppings?"

Lu Ambrose was shocked and immediately led the way on foot: "Brothers, let's go! We must find the raw materials to build the house today!"

But without tools, cutting down trees is also a problem.

Although Joshua made his own stone axe, the thicker the tree, the harder it was to cut down.

Only then did everyone realize what a good life they had been living.

"If only Fu Qianchuan were here..." Lu Anbo sighed. "Wilderness survival would be a piece of cake for him."

The audience immediately realized what was happening!

Uncle Fu has been moved to a regular ward now. Once he has recovered enough, is there any hope that he can return?