The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 847 - 846. Thoughts after watching?

"So it’s just adding an extra volunteer compared to us?"

"There’s something not quite right, I always feel like things aren’t that simple..."

"We can’t get anything out of them, bros. They’re tight-lipped and refuse to say anything!"

The frequenters were even more curious, sitting in the audience seats and swaying from side to side, as if their bottoms were heating up and they were restless, which drew sidelong glances from many ordinary audience members nearby.

Meanwhile, the staff members who were still conducting volunteer services outside finally breathed a sigh of relief after checking the last ticket, rubbing their stiff cheeks with both hands.

"Oh my gosh, finally it’s over!"

"I’m dead tired. Is checking tickets always this exhausting?"

"In the past, seeing the staff standing at the door, they made it look so simple, but all the bitterness is swallowed down by themselves—"

"Respect!"

"From now on, these service personnel are the people I admire the most. I won’t underestimate them anymore."

After tidying up the used items, they took off the work badges hanging on their chests while walking towards the theater’s inner field, and soon found their designated seats.

Once the staff sat down and moved around to relax, they took out their little notebooks again.

"So, we’ve completed half of our task now, right?"

"Pretty much. The physical work is done, next up is the mental work."

"Mental work? Isn’t it just writing a marketing article like a review after watching? You can just download one of those from the internet."

"Hey man, you sound like a pro. So, this task is yours?"

"No problem, just make sure to give me a bigger cut of the commission!"

Indeed, besides coming as volunteer extras, the staff also had a part-time job writing for "The Factory," and this job was their fundamental reason for traveling long distances to watch the play.

There’s no other reason but the offer Tang Shu made was too tempting; as long as they wrote a detailed article after watching the play, there was a great chance to earn a substantial income.

Of course, there was a condition for this article.

However, what surprised them was not that the conditions were about how many clicks, shares, or comments they got, but that in Yan Ming’s article titled "Counting the Unexpected Details in the Play ’The Factory’," the details added by the netizens in the comments could not exceed 20.

"A joke! How could there be 20 details that we didn’t notice? Are they insulting our intelligence!"

"Exactly! I believe the netizens watch the play with a magnifying glass, but don’t we have magnifying glasses too?"

"Although I can’t guarantee that I’ll catch all the details, I haven’t been careless enough to ignore 20 details that normal people would notice!"

The staff were eager to try, all feeling that this was just a task that brought money to their door. Thus, 20 people came thoughtlessly, and at this moment, they were sharpening their knives in the audience seats.

Due to the requirements for secrecy, the frequenters naturally didn’t know about this as they too would read the yet-to-be-written article and "find faults" in it.

Under the audience stage, the three groups "each harbored their own schemes." As the large red curtain on the stage slowly rose, it also marked that the play "The Factory" was about to face the audience in the new year.