Chapter 177: Brother, I Must Repay You

"This is just finding joy in hardship!" Minister Xie chuckled, getting up from the sofa. He put on a pair of anti-blue light glasses and sat down in front of the computer to check the screen.

After two minutes, hey! You wouldn't believe it, whether it was psychological or the glasses actually worked, his eyes felt much more comfortable.

Moreover, these large yellow glasses gave the illusion of wearing sunglasses on vacation, making him look pretty cool, like a killer.

"Brother Lin, these glasses must have cost quite a bit, right?" Minister Xie asked.

Lin Suyang quickly waved his hand, "Not much, each pair is over 400."

Over 400?! "Xie Zhulong" shuddered. So expensive! Eight people in the "Arts Department," eight times 400 is 3200. "Where did all that money come from?" Xie Zhulong swallowed and asked softly.

Seeing how startled the other was, Lin Suyang quickly explained, "It came from our department's office expenses. We had already discussed it with the boss before. During the holidays, when the PPT workload was too much, these were originally prepared for the junior students who were supposed to help. But since it's a holiday and not many came, these glasses were left over."

Xie Zhulong finally understood, as long as the boss approved the expense. 

Moved, he said, "Brother Lin, you helped us so much, I must repay you."

"Let me do something for you."

Lin Suyang quickly waved his hands, "Let's not talk about that."

Xie Zhulong insisted, "Just a small favor."

Lin Suyang asked, "Help us recruit some talent for the publicity department?"

Xie Zhulong immediately relaxed, "That's too easy. How many?"

Lin Suyang held up one finger.

"One? Ten?" Minister Xie looked confident.

"Tell me the requirements."

"Computer major, hardworking, male. If exceptionally capable, gender can be flexible." Lin Suyang spoke earnestly.

Sigh~ Who wouldn't want to work with sweet, fragrant female colleagues? Sitting together daily, enjoying snacks, chatting happily, it would boost work efficiency and morale. 

But there's no choice. The publicity department now handles various PPTs, videos, advertisements, and other tasks for the hotel, all urgent and tough. Even the guys struggle during busy times, let alone girls. Besides, everyone works in a shared room, often shirtless, in shorts and slippers, with piles of instant noodle cups and water bottles, amidst a smoky haze. It's not convenient for girls.

"No problem, brother! Leave it to me!" Minister Xie patted his chest confidently.

...

While the HR department was bustling with recruitment, on the other side, Boss Chen was frowning, looking at the dense crowd in the lobby, as the system's voice echoed in his mind:

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for receiving sincere customer feedback. Yesterday, the hotel had 1009 guests, with 673 positive reviews, a 67% approval rate. Points converted to 67."

With a "crack," the drink bottle in his hand was crushed. Chen Jianhai was furious but had nowhere to vent. Since the film crew moved into the hotel, the influx of guests increased, but the positive reviews steadily declined. Today hit an all-time low, only 67%.

"This hotel is too crowded! So annoying."

"Tell me about it, we couldn't even find seats for meals."

"We're never coming back."

A couple carrying a child walked past Boss Chen, complaining. Their voices weren't loud, but the impact was strong.

"When will this filming end?" Chen Jianhai frowned.

Not far away, in the hotel's garden, the film crew had tightly cordoned off the shooting area. To avoid disturbing the guests and the crew's work, "Mr. Sweetheart" was being filmed in another garden. The white peacock's favorite spot was commandeered, forcing it to pitifully huddle in the orange cat's den.

Through the hotel room windows overlooking the back garden, fans crowded, some with phones, others with high-powered cameras, their flashes incessantly capturing their beloved stars.

On set, Kou Cen was sitting behind the camera, yelling at an actor in front of him. "Do you know how to act?! Can you act?! You can't even trim a lawn properly?!"

The young actor, holding gardening shears, looked embarrassed under the gaze of the crew, his face flushed with shame.

Maybe too nervous, during the next take, he fumbled with the shears, almost dropping the bush instead of trimming it properly.

"Get down, you don't need to act anymore." With a wave, Kou Cen, veins bulging on his forehead, dismissed the young actor. "Damn it, how did you learn? You can't even handle this scene, useless!" Kou Cen took a swig of water, cursing unceremoniously.

Seeing it was almost 1 PM, he called for a break. "Rest, lunch!" he barked, getting up angrily.

Hearing this, the crew quickly brought over the catering cart to distribute boxed meals. Kou Cen and the main crew members headed to the hotel restaurant for lunch.

Passing through the restaurant garden, Kou Cen's eyes suddenly fixed on a figure. In the sunlight, Zhu Tingting, wearing his staff uniform, was meticulously trimming the greenery.

With regular exercise and frequent work in the sun, Zhu Tingting's skin had a healthy wheat color. Though not strikingly handsome, he exuded a sunny, youthful, and energetic vibe. His muscles had a strong, sculpted look, yet his face carried a faint melancholy and sadness, a kind of "bored and disinterested" expression, as if he had just experienced heartbreak.

These contrasting emotions and qualities in one person immediately caught Kou Cen's eye.

"Brother, our crew is short of an extra. Would you like to help?" Zhu Tingting heard a voice behind him as he trimmed the bushes. Turning around, he saw Song Mishan asking.

Zhu Tingting didn't know Song Mishan, but he knew the crew was filming at the hotel. "I don't know how to act," he replied honestly.

"No problem, just do your normal work, trim the bushes. It's simple," Song Mishan assured.

"Nothing else, just trim the bushes?" Zhu Tingting asked, surprised.

Song Mishan nodded affirmatively.

"Alright," Zhu Tingting agreed.