Chapter 151: A Riot of Mischief

With the financial power of several female guests, the show’s popularity skyrocketed, even catching the attention of the local government.

Government departments sent representatives to coordinate with their investment projects.

This meant that these projects, with government guidance, would more easily get on track, with entrepreneurial loans, financial support, and resource allocation, among other benefits.

This gave many villagers hope.

Many called their children working out of town, urging them to return quickly.

On the third weekend of their stay, which was also their last two days here, the village at the foot of the mountain near Hope Primary School, which received the most aid, was bustling with activity.

The hospitable villagers invited the program’s crew to a banquet.

They used their highest etiquette to host the guests, expressing their gratitude.

Unable to refuse their warm hospitality, the chief director agreed to the villagers’ request.

This would also make for a great live broadcast, showcasing positive energy and possibly generating more buzz.

Everyone thought it was just a meal, but the villagers’ homemade wine kept coming, one cup after another.

Their words of gratitude were endless, making it impossible to decline.

Their enthusiasm was so overwhelming that even the live broadcast audience felt a bit intimidated.

“Wow! Today I finally understand what true hospitality means!”

“It looks like their homemade wine is really good. I wonder if there’s a link to buy it.”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect the show to achieve this level. They directly boosted the local agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, and fishery! That’s amazing!”

Fang Zhou, his face flushed red from drinking, watched the villagers’ joyous expressions and decided to let loose, drinking to his heart’s content.

After all, he was genuinely happy.

“Come on, brother, let me toast to you again. Thank you for bringing us here and letting us experience a different life. I feel like I’ve ascended to a higher level!”

Liu Hao, usually a man of few words, became a chatterbox when drunk.

He wrapped his arm around Fang Zhou’s shoulder, insisting on drinking more with him, but it was clear to everyone that he was already drunk.

“Enough, enough, if you drink any more, you won’t be able to hide your slurred speech!”

Tang Wan said with a smile, watching them. She was drinking fruit wine, which had less impact.

Next to her, Zhang Zhiyin poured another cup for Tang Wan, saying softly, “It’s rare to be this happy, have another drink!”

Zhang Zhiyin was also drunk. The usually reserved and introverted writer was now actively pulling people to drink.

Her brother, Zhang Zihang, who didn’t drink at all, watched his sister with a pained expression, gritting his teeth.

“Enough already, if you throw up later, I’m not helping you.”

Despite his words, Zhang Zihang’s gaze remained focused on his sister, keeping a close eye on her.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted. He saw his sister sit beside Fang Zhou, pulling his hand and trying to play a game.

“Hehe, brother, you smell so good!”

“Are you hot wearing so many clothes? Let me help you take them off!”

Zhang Zhiyin’s eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was sweet and soft, like a freshly peeled egg, tender and enticing.

Fang Zhou, only half-drunk, retained clear thoughts.

Just as he was about to remove Zhang Zhiyin’s hand, someone acted faster.

But instead of pulling Zhang Zhiyin away, they pulled him.

Fang Zhou was yanked, almost falling off his chair.

Luckily, he steadied himself in time, but now he had someone in his arms.

Looking closely, it was Chu Xinran, who hadn’t spoken to him for days.

She threw herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest, wrapping her arms around his waist, her warm breath tickling his neck like feathers.

“Brother, why aren’t you talking to me? You’re so mean.”

Chu Xinran’s head rested on Fang Zhou’s shoulder, looking like she was weakly leaning on him from behind.

Only Fang Zhou knew how taxing this position was.

Hearing her accusation, Fang Zhou thought: Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to talk to me?

Every time they met, she would lower her head and walk away, not giving him a chance to speak.

Moreover, Fang Zhou believed that exes didn’t have to be strangers; it was best if they could get along peacefully.

Still, he chose to comfort Chu Xinran.

“You’re drunk.”

As he spoke, he tried to push her off gently, hoping she would sit properly.

But with a bit of force, Chu Xinran slid down, sitting on the ground stubbornly.

Clearly, she was drunk.

“You’re drunk. Let the crew take you back.”

“I don’t want to! I’m not drunk!”

The usually obedient Chu Xinran started causing a scene.

She clung to Fang Zhou’s leg, like a koala.

She even began singing, “I know it’s all the moon’s fault, the night was too beautiful, and you were too gentle!”

Fang Zhou was both amused and exasperated. This song was quite old, and one of his favorites, a must-sing every time he went to KTV.

It turned out she liked it too.

“Alright, alright, it’s all the moon’s fault. Now, go to sleep.”

Fang Zhou tried to free his leg, but Chu Xinran clung too tightly, making it impossible to pull away.

It was summer, and everyone wore light clothes, almost like wearing nothing.

With each attempt, he could feel two soft things swaying.

“Hmph, I’m not drunk!”

Drunk people always insist they’re not drunk.

Fang Zhou suddenly regretted letting Chu Xinran drink, knowing her low tolerance.

Hadn’t she only had one cup of fruit wine? How could she be like Han Xi?

Han Xi? Wait! Han Xi was drinking too!

Fang Zhou belatedly looked for Han Xi and saw a shocking scene.

Han Xi and Qiao Sisi were holding a Chinese rural dog between them, jumping around.

Behind them, Qi Le and Dong Donghui were voluntarily using their phones as lights, trying to create a party atmosphere.

Wow, those two women were incredibly bold, not afraid of being bitten by the dog!

Not far away, Zhang Zhiyin and Tang Wan were singing “Two Little Bees.”

A phrase popped into Fang Zhou’s mind: A riot of mischief.

“Hey, everyone, let’s calm down a bit, okay?” Fang Zhou called out, trying to restore order.