All Worlds Beg the Villainess to Act Like a Human-Chapter 207: Program Swap—Rich Girl’s Counterattack (16)

Only Jiaang Hengliang stood close enough, with some light shining through, so his face could be slightly seen.

"How much per hour?" Qiann Yan asked.

Lv Cheng felt a bit suffocated; he had never seen a kid like this. To charge an appearance fee and specify how much per hour—did they also need to sign a contract?

Qiann Yan thought for a moment and said, "It would be best to sign a contract, so both sides are bound. Good for you, good for me, good for everyone. Only black and white has the legal effect to avoid disputes in the end."

System 666 couldn’t help but sigh upon seeing this, thinking that Host must have learned some new words through the chubby girl’s memories again.

Lv Cheng and the production team now all looked at Qiann Yan as if she were a sly businessman.

Qiann Yan thought these people were hilarious. Aren’t they the sly businessmen?

She made these demands merely to follow normal procedures, the rules of this world; it’s basic protocol.

In a family, there are house rules; in a country, there are national laws. Agreeing to film with them also requires contract law.

Didn’t she sign a contract with them for the filming?

"Alright, I’ll agree to everything. It’s too late today; I’ll give you the contract tomorrow, both electronic and paper versions. Will that do?" Lv Cheng was already a bit aggravated, feeling it was too hard to please.

Next time when signing a contract, he’ll need to add a few more clauses to avoid such troublesome matters that disrupt their work.

Qiann Yan: You think there’ll be a next time?

"First, let’s talk about how much per hour."

Lv Cheng gritted his teeth: "What do you think is appropriate? How about fifty?"

Qiann Yan: "Not good enough."

Lv Cheng: "Then a hundred."

Four hours a day, that’s four hundred total. There are only twenty-something days left, and it’s impossible to film every day. At most, the expenditure will only be tens of thousands—a drop in the bucket for the production team.

Qiann Yan: "Three hundred."

"Cash daily."

Meng Xiangxiang nearly jumped up; is this robbery? And three hundred per hour, that’s higher than her salary!

A businessman indeed, a businessman’s child even more so!

So focused on profit at such a young age, her whole soul corrupted by money, completely devoid of the right values. If every child were like her, this country would be doomed.

Only pursuing money, not dreams, is worse than being a salted fish.

She had to find a chance to properly talk some sense into her, rather than just drilling into the money pit.

"I don’t actually need that much," Qiann Yan said seriously. "If you’re unwilling, find someone else or just shoot casually, since our contract is about free play. I’ll do my thing, you’ll shoot yours."

"Fine, three hundred per hour it is." Lv Cheng was already thinking, if he could shorten the time, he would. As long as he could capture the footage he wanted, that would do; it didn’t have to be four full hours.

"Then you all go back; I need to wash up and sleep."

Lv Cheng: Infuriating—isn’t he the director here?

Qiann Yan couldn’t care less; she thought it was too little. The production team wouldn’t earn just this bit; they sure know how to find free labor. And Zhou Lalann, living at the Cheng Family, didn’t get an appearance fee. To the production team, getting her to live with a rich family for a month was already her fortune.

A rural child with a resilient character and steadfast heart experiencing such a life might be encouraging for them.

However, most are ordinary children, and how many can remain steadfast after seeing the outside world’s splendor?

They might feel unbalanced and walk a different path. The production team’s apparent intent seems good, but it might not be beneficial for these rural children.