Chapter 401: In this day and age, people will do anything just to show off.

When Wang Yun heard Brother Hu say that, he couldn’t help but laugh.

‘So that’s what all that brotherly talk was leading up to.’

The only problem was—whether he could bring Brother Hu and Xiao Gang along for the next season wasn’t up to him. That decision lay with the executive producer Zhou. Besides, he hadn’t even been briefed on the contract terms yet.

After thinking it over, Wang Yun chose not to respond.

“All right, enough chatter. Let’s eat first. My flight’s early tomorrow morning,” he added.

Xiao Gang and Brother Hu exchanged glances the moment he said that.

They really were parting ways.

In the end, they had to return to their own lives. And who knew when they’d see each other again.

Wang Yun felt it too—that vague, sour feeling in his chest.

No matter how much of their behavior on the show was staged, both Brother Hu and Xiao Gang had proven themselves. Especially last night, during that fishing trip on the boat—the way they had stood by him was still fresh in his mind.

“I’m not dying or anything,” Wang Yun said with a grin. “Don’t look so gloomy. I’m heading to Magic City to take care of some personal business. Once I’m settled, you two come find me. We’ll pick things back up over there.”

But neither of them seemed particularly uplifted by those words. They nodded, still weighed down by unspoken thoughts.

Seeing them like that, Wang Yun didn’t push the conversation further. They were all adults—some things were better left unsaid.

And so, the three of them enjoyed one last hearty meal together on the boat.

Along with a full night of drinking.

By the time Wang Yun had to rush for his flight the next morning, he was still in a daze.

As for Xiao Gang and Brother Hu, they didn’t even make it to the airport. Both were knocked out cold in the hotel room.

If Wang Yun hadn’t had an appointment that morning, he would’ve gladly joined them for a rare day of indulgence.

It’s worth noting that Director Zhou significantly raised their salaries thanks to their heavy screen time this season.

By the month’s end, each had earned over 700,000 yuan.

To them, that was practically a fortune.

And on top of that, Wang Yun transferred 5 million to each of them—after all, they were his brothers. He was holding so much money, it wasn’t like he had any use for all of it.

Wang Yun slept for the entire ride. The flight only took three hours.

Once off the plane, he finally felt alive again.

“Hey, handsome, need a ride? Only eighty to the city! The subway’s packed, you’ll never squeeze in.”

The moment Wang Yun stepped out of the terminal, a swarm of cab drivers rushed up to him.

And when they saw what he was wearing, their eyes practically lit up.

The clothes were provided by the production team—including his undergarments. Since they knew he hadn’t had time to shop, they’d decked him out in full international luxury brands.

“I’ll do it for seventy-five! Got two pretty girls already in the car. Don’t mind sharing, right?”

One of the drivers raised his brows with a sly grin, clearly treating Wang Yun like a juicy catch.

“No thanks.”

What they didn’t know was this “easy target” got carsick.

But only in cheap cars.

Wang Yun had always been sensitive to the smell of taxis and buses. No matter what he tried, the moment he sat down in one, he’d be nauseous in minutes.

Oddly enough, luxury cars didn’t give him that problem.

Back when he was escaping from Xiyun City in that luxury sedan, he’d even fallen asleep in the backseat.

“No thanks.”

Wang Yun declined again and headed straight toward the subway entrance.

The drivers behind him were stunned.

“What’s the point of wearing designer clothes if you can’t even afford a cab?”

“Have you ever seen someone with a hundred-thousand-yuan watch, draped in designer brands, walk out of an airport with no one picking them up—and still choose the subway?”

“That watch, those clothes, they’re probably all fake. Guy can’t even cough up seventy bucks. Pathetic.”

“Wait a second! Why does his voice sound so familiar? And that watch… haven’t we seen it somewhere before?”

Three or four drivers stood there grumbling, eyes locked on Wang Yun’s back.

One of the younger drivers narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

There was something familiar about Wang Yun. Something that seemed embedded in his everyday life. But he was sure they’d never met. So why did he feel so familiar?

“Tch. We drive cabs, see dozens of people a day. What haven’t we seen? It’s just a watch.”

Another driver scoffed and waved it off, then ran off to grab his next fare. Only that one young driver continued staring until Wang Yun disappeared into the crowd.

Following the address Director Zhou had given him, Wang Yun boarded the subway.

The house Director Zhou had gifted him was in the suburbs. But it was only a 30-minute drive from the city center.

What did thirty minutes even mean?

In Magic City, anyone who can reach downtown within an hour is already considered upper-class. Let alone thirty minutes.

“Brother Wang, this is just a little something from the production team and the sponsor. It’s a bit small, so please don’t mind. Just something temporary. Once the show gets even bigger, I promise I’ll get you something better!”

Now standing in front of the house, Wang Yun recalled what Director Zhou had told him.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the building.

“Temporary lodging?”

“Don’t mind the size?”

“Just a little small?”

Damn it—looking out from the entrance, Wang Yun couldn’t even see the other end of the property.