Deaf-mute blackmailed?

It was still early, and Lin Yuan's table was the only one eating.

He saw it at a glance, picked it up without thinking, and brought it over.

After placing the dishes, he smiled politely and said, "Boss, here's your 'Ear-to-Ear Whispers.' The rest will be brought over shortly. Enjoy your meal."

Lin Yuan looked at the cold mixed pig ears and pig tongue on the table, feeling a line of black across his face.

Using a pig's tongue to deliver a message into a pig's ear—was this what 'whispers' meant?

The Photographer was also utterly bewildered.

He had thought it would be such an elegant dish.

And this was it?

But before he could recover, the second dish arrived.

Overlord Bids Farewell to His Concubine was simple: stewed soft-shelled turtle with chicken.

But 'The Hand That Passed Through Your Black Hair' truly left him speechless.

The reason he ordered it was because the dish's name was so poetic.

But what was the result? It was seaweed stewed with pig trotters!!

The black hair was seaweed, and the hand was pig trotters, though this black hair was too wide, and the hand was a bit too fat.

Soon, all the dishes were served.

Lin Yuan looked at the boss with a puzzled expression and asked, "Boss? What about 'aching feeling'?"

The boss chuckled, his expression a bit unnatural: "Oh, that's already been served."

"Already served?" Lin Yuan looked at the dishes on the table, counted carefully, but couldn't make them match.

The Photographer also found it very strange: "No, that's not right! Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

"Uh, well..." The boss scratched his head: "Actually... 'aching feeling' is that glass of plain water."

"Holy crap!"

Lin Yuan exploded with anger on the spot.

"Spending 50 yuan for a glass of plain water? Come on, let me show you whether it's my heart that aches or your flesh that aches!!"

The boss's neck recoiled at the words, and he quickly explained, "Just kidding, just kidding! That's not charged, I'll give you two more drinks."

"That's more like it." Lin Yuan sat back down and began to eat.

Number 50 stood by, his face twitching involuntarily.

Was this the legendary 'aching feeling'?

I was so full of anticipation before, and you tell me it's just a glass of plain water?

Just then, the Photographer behind Number 50 looked at the Photographer next to Lin Yuan and exclaimed, "You are..."

"Old Huang?"

"Old Yang?"

Both spoke at the same time, and the atmosphere instantly became strange.

Lin Yuan looked between the two, asking in confusion, "You two know each other?"

Both nodded at the same time, smiling awkwardly: "We're colleagues."

As soon as these words came out.

Lin Yuan and Number 50 looked at each other, exclaiming in unison: "You're also a contestant?"

Hiss~~

What a coincidence!

For some reason, Lin Yuan felt a sense of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, especially cordial.

He quickly motioned for Number 50 to sit down: "Come, come, let's eat together!"

Looking at the several large plates of food on the table.

Number 50 couldn't help but swallow.

Did he want to eat? Of course!

But could he?

Thinking of the bragging he had just done, talking about three dishes and one soup, his toes were tying themselves in knots with embarrassment, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

They were both contestants, but this person really had three dishes and one soup, a meal that cost him several days' wages.

It was truly a case of 'comparing goods makes them seem inferior, comparing people makes them seem dead.'

He couldn't understand; it was only the first day.

The gap was too big, wasn't it?

Did it have to be so disheartening?

At this moment, he had no desire for the feast on the table, looking at Lin Yuan's harmless smile.

He only felt like countless slaps were echoing loudly on his face.

He immediately smiled and politely refused without hesitation: "I'm still at work, sorry, I'm going to work now."

With that, he turned and left.

But the Photographer was different; he was quite thick-skinned, consciously sat down, picked up a pig's trotter, and prepared to gnaw on it.

Result!

Slap~~

Number 50 slapped him.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating!"

"Eat your sister! You're eating here before the work's done. Hurry up, scram, come work with me."

The Photographer looked at Number 50 with a mournful expression, reluctantly put down the pig's trotter, and helplessly followed him.

Only Lin Yuan and his Photographer were left sitting in their chairs, looking at each other.

The netizens in the live stream burst into laughter again at this scene.

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--- [Hahaha, I can't stop laughing. I was watching Number 50 brag in that live stream, and the fans there were all praising him for getting a good job. But he wasn't cool for three seconds before he got slapped in the face!]

--- [Everyone, hurry to Number 50's live stream! It's a scene of wailing, everyone's asking why Lin Yuan can eat so well, and they're all saying he cheated, it's hilarious.]

--- [Holy crap, that exciting? No, I'm definitely going to eat this melon, I'm leaving now.]

--- [It is a bit disheartening. Number 50 is definitely considered upper-middle among all contestants, but compared to Lin Yuan, it's a dimensionality reduction strike. Earning over 20,000 a day, how are other contestants supposed to live?]

After what just happened, Number 50's self-esteem was greatly damaged.

His original confidence and sense of superiority were completely gone.

When he returned to the small stool to wash dishes, he had already lost his previous motivation.

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, didn't think much of it and ate the dishes with great relish.

However, the Photographer next to him looked at his own rice bowl, then at the dishes on the table, and suddenly felt that his food wasn't appetizing anymore.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan couldn't finish it all, so with a call, they both devoured it together.

Half an hour later, both burped, full and satisfied, paid the bill, and left.

When they walked out of the restaurant, it was already almost dark.

The Photographer asked quietly, "Brother, where are we going now? Should we find a hotel to sleep?"

Lin Yuan pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Going back to sleep so early, are we still young people?"

"Let's go find a Client."

Because the program stipulated that contestants could not use the internet, he couldn't find Clients online like other agents.

The only method was to distribute flyers offline.

Fortunately, this area was relatively luxurious.

Lin Yuan pulled out a thick stack of business cards from his pocket and handed them to the Photographer: "Are you full? Get some exercise. These tasks are for you."

The Photographer looked at the business cards in front of him, dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

"Brother, I'm a follow-up Photographer, I'm only responsible for shooting, aren't you supposed to hand these out?"

Lin Yuan gave him a sidelong glance and smiled faintly: "Is that so? Since you're only responsible for shooting, then you shouldn't be responsible for eating, right?"

"Tomorrow, you'll have to figure out your own food."

"No, no, no!!" The Photographer quickly grabbed Lin Yuan: "Brother... I was wrong, I'll hand them out, I was just kidding."

"Oh~~ Don't let it happen again."

A humorous scene unfolded.

The Photographer walked down the street with business cards, handing them out to everyone he saw.

Lin Yuan walked behind him like an old man, and those who didn't know would think he was supervising.

And so, the two walked and handed out flyers.

After about ten minutes, they arrived near West Sea City Pedestrian Street.

From a distance, they saw many people gathered on the opposite side of the road, watching the commotion.

With a mindset of gossiping.

Lin Yuan called out to the Photographer, and they went together to see what was happening.

Reaching the outer edge of the crowd, Lin Yuan found a slightly higher spot to look inside.

In the center of the crowd, a Xiao Guniang who looked to be in her twenties was lying on the ground, clutching tightly to a middle-aged man's pant leg.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and anger, and she kept crying out with 'yi ya yi ya' sounds.

It turned out she was deaf and mute.