Prodigal System in the Flourishing City-Chapter 1310 - 1311: Skin Battered and Bloodied

The entire internet was in chaos, and it was hard to tell who was trolling whom, like a martial arts melee!

Oftentimes, while cursing at someone, you’d suddenly realize the other side was an ally.

Yet, amidst the chaos, "Singer’s Life," which nobody thought would succeed, unexpectedly got popular!

...

Qian Island Lake, Sword Island.

"Assistant director." A staff member ran over, "The initial data is out."

"Out? Whatever." The assistant director waved his hand, uninterested, "I already guessed. No need to say more."

"But..." The staff member opened his mouth but was cut off again by the assistant director.

The assistant director cradled his head in his hands, leaning back slightly to keep his balance, as he walked along the path.

His phone was also off, completely cutting him off from the outside world.

He knew the promotional clip he casually edited was definitely getting criticized, and "Singer’s Life" was surely not being well-received.

However, he really didn’t want to bother with it anymore.

In this last recording period, he decided to enjoy his time here.

After all, once recording ends, he’s bound to hit a low point!

So, he might as well enjoy it.

Because of this, he didn’t hear the rest of the staff member’s words: "But the data exploded!"

He was a bit baffled too.

How did such a lousy promo cause the data to explode?!

It’s become the most anticipated reality show online?!

Are the audience’s tastes these days really that strange?!

...

Afterward, the entire filming venue fell into a peculiar atmosphere.

The staff excitedly discussed the surge in data.

In this era, traffic is king; if there’s traffic, there’s money to be made.

That’s why many popular figures know they’re constantly criticized but still frequently appear in public and even deliberately do things that get them hated.

Because whether praised or criticized, it all means traffic.

As long as there’s traffic, there’s income.

It’s just that simple!

However, while the staff were excitedly discussing, the two people in charge were completely different.

The assistant director would come, take a look, and leave every day without saying a word. If anyone talked to him, especially about data, they’d get scolded!

Director Nie Ping didn’t even show up. If they didn’t see him during breaks every day, they’d think Nie Ping swam away!

Then, the entire crew was taken over by Lu Xiaobu.

It was said he took over, but in reality, he did nothing, just listened to music, drank tea, and occasionally posed a difficult problem, letting the singers continue to let loose.

However, while Lu Xiaobu didn’t involve himself in the recording, he was a whirlwind in editing and post-production!

And his approach could be summed up in one word—sassy!

Sassy to the point of being bruised and battered!

He made the staff feel at times that Young Master Bu was even more carefree than the singers!

...

Three days later, on Monday at 9 p.m., the first episode of "Singer’s Life" was about to go live.

This timing resulted from weighing the pros and cons.

This "Singer’s Life" was hard to pin down.

On one side, there’s an explosion of traffic, but also an explosion of negative reviews!

On one side, a miracle, but also a new model!

Finally, they compromised; not airing was impossible, but giving it premium slots on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday was too risky.

So, they settled on 9 p.m. on Monday, a small prime time of sorts.

It was also somewhat giving Lu Xiaobu face!

...

Magic City.

"Sister Wang, I’m heading out." Wang Shuying wearily rubbed her temples and got up to leave.

"Okay, take it slow on the way." A slightly older woman, who clearly took good care of herself, lifted a teacup, sipped her medicinal drink, and nodded.

"Okay."

Wang Shuying weakly nodded, then mounted her newly bought electric scooter from the previous week and headed home.

It was already past eight, the sky gradually darkening, and Magic City’s nightlife was beginning.

Yet, staring at the incredibly bustling city, Wang Shuying felt a wave of exhaustion.

This city’s pace was too fast.

For someone like her, from out of town, with average education, and as a woman, life was too hard!

When others worked, she worked; when others rested, she worked overtime; when others took vacations, she was busy to death!

Does this pattern seem familiar?

Yes, she’s in sales.

To be specific, selling houses, working as an agent.

Oh, sometimes called a shady agent.

She didn’t mind; she’d rather be called a shady agent. After all, it meant she had at least once made some money unscrupulously.

Rather than living on a meager base salary, worrying about million-dollar deals, like now.

During the toughest times, she even considered going back home to settle down per her parents’ wishes, marrying, and having kids.

At least she wouldn’t suffer outside and even dare not vent to her family.

After all, when you haven’t become successful, the pressure from family is much greater than from strangers!

Shaking her head to throw out these chaotic thoughts.

Today was a rare Monday, finishing work earlier was not an opportunity to waste on such thoughts!

Indeed, finishing work at eight was early for them.

After all, in this line of work, it’s normal not to rest for three to five months straight and consider getting off work at eleven at night a blessing.

Only on Mondays, the most hated day for regular office workers, could they leave work early in this field.

Back at her apartment complex, she carefully locked her bike and carried the battery up to the sixth floor.

She’d lost three electric bikes already; losing another would mean selling blood!

Smelling the aroma of cooking from downstairs, hearing the local dialect she’s still not entirely fluent in after three years in Magic City, she arrived, panting, on the sixth floor.

Then, she opened her thirty-square-meter flat in a six-unit per floor corridor and walked in.

Charged the battery, drew the curtains, took off her suit, tossed it in the washing machine, and prepared another suit for the next day.

The whole sequence was done seamlessly.

Only then did she collapse on the bed, turn on the TV, and order takeout.

Ah, there’s a discount on takeout; all told, it’s a better deal than dining out.

Much better!

Wang Shuying listened to some goofy TV show, staring at the ceiling, genuinely sighing with contentment.

"Right, the rent’s due today."

She suddenly remembered, quickly opened her phone to transfer from the base pay she got today with a minuscule commission—six thousand, painfully forwarding thirty-two hundred as rent.

She was paying rent monthly and in advance; if not paid on time, the landlord wouldn’t rent to her anymore!

After lounging a while, a knock at the door signaled the arrival of her takeout, so she got up to get it.

After getting the takeout, she thanked the delivery guy and returned to her room.

At that moment, the TV displayed the title—"Singer’s Life"!

"Isn’t that the reality show that got roasted?" Wang Shuying muttered, biting her chopsticks, paying it little mind.

To someone who climbed over thirty floors today—the TV show was nothing compared to the food in front of her!