Chapter 145: Foreigners busking on the street is called art, but when our ancestors did it, it's called begging?

"Everyone, welcome back."

The director was nearly in tears as he said this.

Damn, in terms of buzz, this variety show was an absolute smash hit.

But damn, in terms of destructive power, it was off the charts too.

I just sent you out to do a fast-rap routine, and you nearly caused a stampede?

"After a day's work, I wonder how everyone's harvest went?"

"I'll go first." Hua Chenyu jumped right out.

"I was a rapper for a whole day, didn't earn a single cent, gave it all back to the fans!"

As he said this, he pretended to be calm, but his gaze drifted toward Su Meng, whether intentionally or not.

Last night, his manager had specifically called to remind him.

Scamming fans out of their money in broad daylight really did hurt his reputation a bit.

So today he'd learned his lesson and didn't dare charge money anymore.

"Su Meng, what about you guys? How much did you earn begging today? Must be more than me, right?"

At the mention of this, Su Meng and Xiao Yueyue's faces both looked a little strange.

But the rest of the director's team knew perfectly well.

They had seen everything that happened today with their own eyes.

But what Su Meng said next left everyone dumbfounded.

"Yesterday we earned a total of... two hundred thousand and six hundred!"

Huh?

That number left everyone on set and in the livestream dumbfounded.

Today was a full livestream, right?

You earned six hundred yuan, I know—that's your appearance fee.

But where did this two hundred thousand come from?

Su Meng coughed, looking a bit awkward.

"We earned six hundred in appearance fees, but, well..."

"Uh, later the organizers pulled us into a little room."

"Said our destructive power was too great, having us at the convention was more than their hearts could take."

"So they spent two hundred thousand to buy off disaster, told us to get lost from the convention."

"This two hundred thousand... should be paying off the plague gods, I guess?"

Pfft~~~~quite a few people nearly spat out old blood.

What the hell kind of 'paying off the plague gods' is that?!

But on second thought, many people suddenly saw the light.

After all, Su Meng had quelled a riot and let the organizers escape death.

This hundred thousand should count as their thanks.

Moreover, Su Meng and his group directly drove a bunch of fans into the convention.

With that kind of popularity, didn't the organizers and participating merchants make a killing?

Is charging you two hundred thousand really that much?

Having figured this out, the on-set production staff all instinctively started clapping.

After all, Su Meng had escaped death.

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Hmm... although this whole mess was your fault to begin with.

People who'd watched the livestream knew all this—only Hua Chenyu didn't.

Hearing that number, he nearly spat out old blood.

I earned tens of thousands yesterday, you guys earned two sesame biscuits.

And the whole internet was cursing me, but praising you nonstop?

I didn't earn a single cent today, you guys earned two hundred thousand.

And the whole venue is clapping for you?

Does it have to be this double-standard?

Thinking of all this, he suddenly felt like going crazy.

"Paying off the plague gods? What the hell did you actually do?"

Su Meng gave an "oh," and said lightly.