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"I have no choice either. How come you’re only wearing a mask and not afraid of being recognized?" Xiaozhu was shocked when he saw that Jiang Siming was only wearing a mask.

Jiang Siming shrugged and said, "I can’t help it. My fame is too small, so people don’t recognize me, and I don’t need to disguise myself."

"Nonsense! So many people watch your livestreams. How could they not recognize you? You must not have shown your face much in your streams, so not many people know what you look like."

Xiaozhu was smart and guessed it right away.

"I’m not here to chat with you. Pay up! Two loads of frozen fish, a total of 150 yuan." Jiang Siming reached out to Xiaozhu.

Jiang Siming had a mischievous smile on his face, and the production crew secretly laughed.

These two boxes were clearly only worth 50 yuan, yet this guy was asking for an outrageous price.

But the production team wouldn’t expose him—this was the highlight!

Not playing by the rules was the essence of *Go Fighting!*

The reason why the ratings for the first few episodes of this season were so low was that Honglei was gone, and new guests like Yue Yunpeng were too well-behaved. There was nothing exciting!

These two boxes were actually meant for Xiaozhu’s stall.

"150? Why don’t you just rob me? I’ve only made a little over 200 this entire morning! If I give it all to you, I’ll have nothing left!" Xiaozhu shouted.

"Do you have any idea how heavy these two boxes are? Here, you try carrying them. If you can carry them around the market once, I’ll give you 150 instead. How about that?"

"Really? I’ll do it!" Hearing that he could earn money, Xiaozhu immediately refused to back down and went to pick up Jiang Siming’s carrying pole. The moment he lifted it, he wilted.

He used all his strength just to barely lift the two boxes, but after taking only two steps, he quickly put them down, rubbing his aching shoulders.

"Damn, this is way too heavy! How did you carry it here?"

Xiaozhu looked at his own shoulders—they were already red and swollen.

As a celebrity who had never done any physical labor since childhood, this was his first time using a carrying pole, and his shoulders simply couldn’t handle it.

For people who had never used a carrying pole before, it was extremely difficult to get used to at first. Their shoulders were too tender, and even a little weight could cause immense pain.

"Now you understand how hard it is for me to earn this money, right?" Jiang Siming wiped the sweat from his forehead, putting on a ’pitiful’ expression.

"Wasn’t your task to eat?"

"I switched with Yue Yunpeng," Jiang Siming replied.

"Respect! Just for doing this hard labor, I’ll pay you!" Xiaozhu said, counting out 150 yuan for Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming took the money and gave a fox-like smile. "Then I’ll take my leave, Brother Zhu. Since you’re so generous, if there’s no lunch later, you can come find me—I’ve got prawns to eat."

"How could there be no lunch? The production team will provide it," Xiaozhu didn’t believe him.

"If there isn’t, just come over." Jiang Siming didn’t say more, grabbed his money, picked up the carrying pole, and left.

Because of this interaction, Xiaozhu’s impression of Jiang Siming improved a lot, and the small bit of jealousy he had earlier disappeared.

Jiang Siming’s straightforward yet humorous personality easily made Xiaozhu lower his guard against him.

Of course, this was only because Xiaozhu didn’t realize that Jiang Siming had just scammed him out of an extra 100 yuan…

The last delivery was two bags of clothing, which Jiang Siming took to Reba’s clothing store.

When he saw Reba, Jiang Siming couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Since she had to sell clothes, Reba couldn’t wrap herself up like a dumpling as Piggy did, so she could only let the production team do her makeup.

After makeup, Reba looked just like a middle-aged woman, complete with crow’s feet, and her fair complexion was turned waxy yellow by the skilled makeup artist.

If it weren’t for the hidden cameras in her store, Jiang Siming would have almost failed to recognize her.

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"What are you laughing at, you annoying ghost!"

Hearing Jiang Siming’s laughter, Reba put her hands on her hips and scolded him.

Jiang Siming unloaded the goods from his carrying pole, took off his mask, and comfortably lay down on a reclining chair in her store.

"I’m laughing at how your makeup is truly divine—so stunning it moves both heaven and earth."

"As if I had a choice! This makeup took me two hours today! I never spend over two hours on makeup usually!" Reba said.

"You don’t spend over two hours?" Jiang Siming scoffed. "Two hours is basically a full-scale renovation, not just makeup."

Reba: "...."

He had a point, and she was left speechless.

The accompanying PT crew held back their laughter. Jiang Siming wasn’t wrong—this was a golden quote!

"I usually only need half an hour for makeup!" Reba quickly clarified, afraid Jiang Siming would really think she had a "renovated" face.

"Why are you explaining this to me?" Jiang Siming smirked mischievously.

"I was just clarifying that I’m not ’renovatedit wasn’t for you, got it?!" Reba huffed, embarrassed.

"Whatever you say. Anyway, your shop looks nice. How many clothes have you sold so far?" Jiang Siming swiftly changed the topic, scanning the store.

"I’ve only sold six pieces. The boss only gives me a 20-yuan commission per item, so I’ve only made 120 yuan so far. What about you?"

"Me? I haven’t counted yet. Let me check."

As he spoke, Jiang Siming pulled out the money he had just earned from his pocket. There were ten-yuan, twenty-yuan, fifty-yuan, and even a few hundred-yuan bills.

A thick wad of cash filled his hand, leaving Reba gaping in shock.

"How did you make so much money? Wasn’t your task just to eat? People are actually paying you to eat?"

"In your dreams. I swapped tasks with Yue Yunpeng. I became a porter for him and carried thousands of pounds of goods. This is my hard-earned blood and sweat money."

Jiang Siming counted—625 in total. Not bad, this job actually paid off.

"I’m so jealous. You made so much, and I’ve only earned 120. I can’t even sell my clothes." Reba sighed in frustration.

"If you want to sell faster, I do have a way," Jiang Siming said leisurely, tilting his head back.

"What way? Tell me quickly!"

"I can tell you, but we’ll split the profits fifty-fifty from now on. I’ll even help you sell. Deal?" Jiang Siming was always looking for ways to hustle others.

"How do I know you can really sell that many?" Reba asked.

"Alright, how about this? There are three hours left. If I help you sell at least 30 pieces in that time, you split the earnings with me. Sound fair?" Jiang Siming proposed.

"Deal!" Reba agreed immediately. If he could really sell that many, she’d still be making a profit even after splitting it with him.

"OK, but we need an initial investment of 100 yuan. To show my sincerity, I’ll cover it first. If we make a profit, you just reimburse me 50. That way, we’re both investing equally."

"Alright, it’s a deal." Reba nodded in agreement.

She didn’t think Jiang Siming was being stingy—on the contrary, this approach made her feel more involved.

Unlike other men who would be overly accommodating, Jiang Siming’s natural and unpretentious attitude made her feel at ease.

Other men who were overly attentive always gave her the sense that they had an agenda, and that feeling was strong.

But with Jiang Siming, there was none of that. It was as if this guy didn’t see her as a celebrity or a beauty at all.

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