186: Chapter 186 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires

5:00 AM.

Hangzhou.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the streetlights still cast a dim, yellow glow.

Sanitation workers were sweeping the streets.

The owner of a breakfast stall had just lifted the lid of the steamer, and the rich aroma of meat buns drifted through the chilly air on the morning breeze.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard.

At the busiest intersection in Hangzhou.

Four grown men.

They were wearing colorful pajamas or hotel bathrobes they had thrown on haphazardly.

Surrounded by a dozen cameras.

In the cool breeze of early autumn.

They were shivering.

They were the "Extreme Mens Gang," who had just been forcibly dragged out of bed by Su Zhe, who had also confiscated all their personal belongings.

"So cold... The wind is blowing so hard my bones ache..."

Sun Lei wrapped his hot-pink silk pajamas tighter around himself, his nose almost running from the cold.

He glared fiercely at the man standing opposite him.

Su Zhe.

At this moment, Su Zhe.

Not only was he bundled up tightly, but he had also gone completely insane and put on a military overcoat.

Even more infuriating was that.

In his hand.

He held a steaming bowl of soy milk.

In his other hand, he held a large meat bun with thin skin, plenty of filling, and dripping with red oil.

"Chomp, chomp."

Su Zhe took a big bite of the bun.

He chewed loudly on purpose.

Then he slurped some soy milk and let out a sigh of extreme satisfaction: "Ah...

The breakfast in Hangzhou is just authentic!

Everyone, you must be hungry, right?"

Su Zhe looked at the four celebrities in front of him, who looked like refugees, with a smile, "If you're hungry, just say so."

"Gurgle..."

Zhang Xing's stomach let out a thunderous protest in perfect timing.

He looked longingly at the bun in Su Zhe's hand, swallowed, and said in a soft, gentle voice: "Dir... Director... can we have breakfast?"

"Sure!"

Su Zhe answered readily, waving his hand: "There's a breakfast stall right there!

Buns, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, soup dumplings, we have everything!

Order whatever you want!"

The eyes of the Extreme Mens Gang lit up instantly.

This new director might have a dog-like way of waking people up.

But it seemed he still had a bit of humanity?

However.

Before they could even move.

Su Zhe slowly added: "As long as you have money to pay the bill."

The four of them froze instantly.

Money?

They didn't have a damn cent!

Ten minutes ago in the hotel hallway, let alone their wallets and phones.

Even the one-hundred-yuan bill that Huang Bo had hidden under his insole had been confiscated by that security guard named Tie Niu.

They were currently penniless, cleaner than their own faces.

"Su Zhe! Are you messing with us?"

Sun Lei's temper flared up again, and he pointed at Su Zhe, cursing: "You took our wallets, so what are we supposed to use to buy breakfast, air?

Can we just use our faces to pay?"

"No."

Su Zhe refused mercilessly, then picked up the piercing megaphone: "Now, I announce the rules for the first episode of 'go fighting!' — [City Survival]!

From now until the sun sets at six o'clock tonight.

You have no starting funds.

You cannot use mobile phones.

You cannot beg or borrow money from passersby or fans.

Furthermore, you cannot use your celebrity status to get free meals.

You must rely on your own hands and intelligence to earn travel money in this city and reach the final destination — Leifeng Pagoda at West Lake.

The first person to arrive will win the grand prize for this episode!

And the last person..."

Su Zhe's lips curled into a devilish smile: "Will experience a real dive to the bottom of West Lake tonight!"

Everyone gasped.

No using their fame?

No borrowing money?

How the hell were they supposed to survive in a strange city?

This wasn't a reality show; this was wilderness survival!

"Alright, rules read. Done."

Su Zhe stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth and clapped his hands: "The timer starts now!

Good luck, everyone.

Don't starve to death on the street."

With that.

Su Zhe turned and walked away, preparing to go back to the production team's bus to catch up on some sleep.

"Wait!"

Just then.

"Billion-Dollar Movie King" Huang Bo suddenly spoke up.

The displeasure on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a smile that was incredibly shrewd, worldly, and full of charisma.

This was his trump card after years in the entertainment industry.

"Oh, Director Su!"

Huang Bo walked up quickly and familiarly threw his arm around Su Zhe's shoulder.

His posture.

Was as intimate as long-lost brothers.

"Brother Bo? Something up?"

Su Zhe tilted his head slightly, looking at Huang Bo's face, which was inches away, with a half-smile.

"Oh, Director Su, look at you. We're all just out here trying to make a living, why be so heartless?"

Huang Bo laughed it off while patting Su Zhe on the shoulder: "Let's negotiate.

We don't need much.

Just lend us fifty... no, twenty yuan!

Just let us have breakfast.

Think of it as us owing you a favor.

Look at this little sheep, he's so hungry he's rolling his eyes."

Huang Bo pointed to the pitiful-looking Zhang Xing behind him.

While he was talking.

His other hand.

In a blind spot that no one noticed.

Like a snake coming out of its hole.

Slid silently toward the open pocket of Su Zhe's military overcoat.

Huang Bo had played a thief in a movie before, and to play the role well, he had even specifically learned some "special skills" from a retired anti-theft police officer.

His two fingers.

Precisely pinched the corner of a red one-hundred-yuan bill sticking out of Su Zhe's pocket.

A gentle pull.

It was smooth, flowing, and flawless.

He had succeeded!

Huang Bo was ecstatic inside, but it didn't show on his face at all.

"Lend money? No."

Su Zhe seemed completely unaware that he had been "robbed."

He pushed Huang Bo's hand away with a cold expression: "Rules are rules.

Even if you starve, you have to find a way yourself.

Brother Bo, don't waste your energy."

With that, Su Zhe got on the bus without looking back.

Watching the bus door close.

Huang Bo turned around.

With his back to the departing production team.

He flashed a triumphant smile at Sun Lei and the others.

Then.

Like magic.

He flicked his two fingers.

A red one-hundred-yuan bill with a portrait of a great man appeared in his hand!

"Holy crap?"

Sun Lei's eyes widened.

Wang Lei also pushed up his glasses in surprise.

"Brother Bo, your hand speed is impressive!

When did you swipe that money from his pocket?"

Huang Bo waved the hundred-yuan bill in front of the camera.

He winked and made faces at the camera, his face full of the pride of "how lonely it is to be invincible": "What do you call this?

This is called 'there is a policy from above, and a countermeasure from below'!

This new director is still too young.

Wants to discipline us?

He should go back to school and study for a few more years!"

Huang Bo stylishly flicked the money, making a crisp sound, and waved his hand: "Let's go, brothers!

Brother Bo is treating today.

We're going to eat meat buns and drink sweet soy milk.

Let's make that stingy director drool with envy!"

"Oh yeah!"

"Long live Brother Bo!"

The starving quartet cheered and marched toward the breakfast stall.

Meanwhile, on the bus not far away.

Su Zhe sat behind the monitor.

Watching Huang Bo and the others celebrating on the screen, the corners of his mouth slowly curled into an insidious arc.

"Director Su..."

The assistant director next to him said with some concern: "Teacher Huang stole your money, this... doesn't that break the show's rules?

Do you want me to go get the money back?"

"Why get it back?"

Su Zhe sneered: "Since we're playing, let's play big.

Let them eat.

Soon, they'll have something to cry about."

In front of the breakfast stall.

The aroma was enticing.

The four men sat around a somewhat greasy small table.

"Boss!"

Huang Bo slapped the table heroically: "Twenty large meat buns!

Four bowls of soy milk, with sugar!

And ten fried dough sticks!"

The owner, seeing that celebrities were filming a show, was grinning from ear to ear and quickly brought the steaming breakfast over.

"I'm starving to death!"

Sun Lei grabbed a bun and shoved it into his mouth, hissing as it burned him, but he couldn't bear to spit it out.

"So good!"

Wang Lei and Zhang Xing also forgot about their image and dug in.

Huang Bo, while eating, didn't forget to mock the camera following them: "See that?

The production team went to great lengths to starve us.

And what happened?

The money was taken from the director's pocket!

The buns taste better than what the director ate!

With that level of IQ, he wants to be our living king of hell?

Forget it!"

In less than ten minutes, the food on the table was swept away.

The four men rubbed their round bellies and belched.

"Comfortable!"

Huang Bo stood up and walked to the owner.

He stylishly pulled out the hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and slapped it on the chopping board with a "snap."

"Boss, check!

Keep the change as a tip!"

This act of showing off was a perfect ten out of ten.

The owner picked up the money with a beaming smile: "Oh, how can I accept this?

Thank you, Teacher Huang, thank you..."

However.

When the owner's fingers touched the money.

And his eyes landed on its surface.

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

He frowned.

He held the money up to his eyes, facing the morning sunlight, and examined it carefully.

Then.

His face turned blacker than the bottom of a pot.

"Teacher Huang."

The owner's voice turned cold: "Are you... making fun of me?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Huang Bo was stunned, not yet reacting.

The owner slapped the money onto Huang Bo's face with a "snap."

He roared angrily: "What's wrong?

Look at what kind of money this is yourself!

You big celebrities, recording a show is one thing, but you can't come to my small business to scam food and drinks, right?"

Huang Bo was dumbfounded.

He quickly took the money down.

Looking down.

His pupils shook violently.

On this red banknote.

Right in the center, there wasn't a portrait of a great man.

But a grinning Pleasant Goat!

And at the very top of the banknote.

There was a line of gold-stamped characters — [Bank of China Children's Toys]

"Holy crap!"

Huang Bo's eyes almost popped out.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and flipped the money over.

On the back, there was a line of small text, handwritten with a black marker: [Brother Bo, surprise? — Su Zhe]

Boom!

Huang Bo felt like he had been struck by lightning, scorched inside and out.

He turned his head sharply to look at the bus in the distance.

At this moment.

The bus window rolled down.

Su Zhe was holding a megaphone, laughing like a fox that had stolen a chicken: "Brother Bo!

This is called 'the Tao is one foot tall, the devil is ten feet tall'!

Want to steal my money?

Don't you know I used to be poor?

How could I possibly put real money in my pocket?"

"Hahahaha!"

The wild laughter echoed through the entire street via the megaphone.

Sun Lei, Wang Lei, and Zhang Xing also gathered around.

Seeing that "children's toy money."

The three of them were also stunned.

"This..."

Wang Lei pushed up his glasses and gasped: "This kid... not only predicted Brother Bo's move.

Even intentionally placed the fake money there, waiting for Brother Bo to steal it?

This scheming... is too deep!"

Sun Lei was pale, looking at the furious breakfast stall owner: "Then what do we do now?

The buns are already in our stomachs!"

The owner put his hands on his hips, picked up a kitchen knife from the chopping board, and slammed it down with a "clang": "What do you do?

If you have no money, go wash dishes for me!

Fifty yuan worth of breakfast, wash two hundred bowls to pay off the debt!

If you don't finish washing, no one leaves!"

Fifteen minutes later.

By the sink in the alley behind the breakfast stall.

The once glorious Movie King Huang Bo, the tough guy Sun Lei, the famous Beijing Film Academy teacher Wang Lei, and the top idol Zhang Xing.

Were lined up.

Wearing plastic gloves, squatting in front of a greasy basin, they were bitterly washing plates.

"What a sin..."

Huang Bo said while washing dishes, wanting to cry without tears: "I, Huang Bo, have been wise all my life, how did I capsize in the hands of this kid?

This director is not human!

He's a dog!"

But.

Huang Bo's tragedy was far from over.

"Brother Bo..."

Zhang Xing next to him suddenly pointed at Huang Bo's feet and said weakly: "Your feet... don't they feel uncomfortable?"

"What do you mean uncomfortable?"

Huang Bo subconsciously looked down.

Just that one look.

His heart almost stopped beating.

Because he was only focused on stealing money and running away just now, he hadn't paid attention to his feet.

Now he realized.

What he was wearing on his feet was not his limited-edition AJ sneakers worth eight thousand yuan that he had just unboxed last night!

It was a pair of green labor-protection liberation shoes with a hole in the toe, emitting a strong rubber smell.

"Holy crap?"

Huang Bo let out a scream and jumped up from the sink.

"Where are my shoes?

Where are my AJs?"

He checked his feet like a madman.

The shoelaces were even tied in a dead knot.

This meant that these shoes had been put on his feet without him noticing at all!

On the bus.

Su Zhe sat in front of the monitor.

Watching Huang Bo's breakdown.

Su Zhe sat with his legs crossed.

And on his feet, he was wearing Huang Bo's eight-thousand-yuan limited-edition AJs.

The size was just right.

"Director Su..."

The assistant director swallowed, looking at Su Zhe as if he were a monster:

"You... how did you do that?

When Teacher Huang stole your money, not only were you not stolen from, but you also managed to swap his shoes?

Is... is this magic?"

Su Zhe took a sip of Red Bull.

The maxed-out hand speed derived from the [God-Level Luban Arts], along with how he had deliberately guided Huang Bo's attention.

During that 0.5 seconds when Huang Bo thought he had succeeded and his guard was lowest.

Su Zhe's hand, like a phantom, completed this "stealing the sky and changing the sun" shoe swap.

"This isn't called magic."

Su Zhe faced the camera, revealing a devilish smile that all viewers would later talk about with great relish: "This is called — Dimensional Reduction Strike."

By the sink.

The four men, having finished washing the last bowl, collapsed on the curb, exhausted.

The cold wind blew.

Huang Bo's toes, wearing the liberation shoes, were exposed in the hole, flapping in the wind.

"Brothers."

Wang Lei, who hadn't said much, pushed up his reflective glasses.

His eyes became serious.

"We all underestimated this Su Zhe.

He not only doesn't play by the rules, but his IQ, hand speed, and scheming are all above ours.

He is establishing his authority!

Using the harshest means to tell us that in this show, he is the master!"

Sun Lei clenched his fists, gritting his teeth: "Then what do we do?

Are we just going to let him rub us into the ground?

I, Sun Lei, cannot afford to lose face like this!"

"Of course, we can't just let it go."

Huang Bo looked at the broken shoes on his feet, the flames of revenge burning in his eyes: "Fighting alone, none of us can beat him.

Since he wants to play extreme survival.

Then let's give him a — Jedi Counterattack!"

Huang Bo extended a hand.

Wang Lei understood, placing his hand on top.

Immediately after, Sun Lei also placed his hand on top.

Finally, there was the somewhat bewildered little sheep, Zhang Xing.

Four hands were tightly stacked together.

"Extreme Mens Gang!"

Huang Bo roared in a low voice: "Formally allied!

Today's primary goal is not to reach Leifeng Pagoda.

It is to take down the production team!"