Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 29

The A-Class Room was excellent, while the B-Class Room was slightly inferior.

It lacked amenities like a washing machine, small sofa, and refrigerator, but the wardrobe remained impressively spacious.

The bathroom had no separate wet and dry areas. The toilet and showerhead faced each other, a testament to the designer’s wild imagination.

The third room, directly opposite the A-Class Room, faced north, had no balcony, and its street-facing window was covered in a layer of grime.

Director Zhao waved his hand in front of his face, swatting away dust motes. “The C-Class Room embraces a minimalist style.”

It featured a large wooden platform bed, even bigger than the one in the A-Class Room. Once you lay down, you’d be stretched out straight for life.

The so-called private bathroom was simply a curtain draped around a corner, enclosing an old-fashioned sink and a squat toilet. After using the toilet, you could wash your backside right there.

He Jiamu, who hated the heat, asked, “Director, is there no air conditioning?”

“No AC, but we’ve prepared an even better heat-busting marvel!” Director Zhao lifted the platform bed and pulled out an electric fan. “Know how to use it? Position it at a good angle tonight and press this button to turn it on. Put it back under the bed before you leave, and don’t let it get dusty.”

He Jiamu: “……”

Yan He gently tugged at Qi Xingwan’s sleeve. “Um… how old is Zhou Yunuo’s grandmother?”

Qi Xingwan: “Sixty-something? I’m not sure. Why are you asking?”

Zhou Yunuo: “She’s 66. What’s up?”

Yan He nodded thoughtfully. “Then this ugly, oversized fan is still a bit too young.”

When it came to age, nothing could compare to the two ceiling fans in her undergraduate dorm.

Every summer, Yan He worried about the school’s elderly staff overworking themselves.

But there was no choice. The miserly school administrators refused to hire new employees, and the students couldn’t just let themselves overheat. They had to rely on the creaky, grandmotherly ceiling fans.

Director Zhao’s enthusiasm peaked at the fourth room. “Next up is the highly anticipated T-shaped Room! I’m sure you’re all eager to see it, right? Listen! Even the door is welcoming you in!”

With a rough shove, the old wooden door groaned in protest, instantly conjuring an image in Yan He’s mind of mice breakdancing on the bed.

The room was the same size as the others, completely bare of furniture. Even going to the bathroom required a trip to the communal facilities.

Qi Xingwan no longer had to worry about Yan He hogging the toilet.

In the corner of the peeling-walled room stood a washstand from the previous century, topped with an iron basin.

This wasn’t just shabby; it was so utterly bare that it felt even larger than the room next door.

Yan He gazed at the wise and valiant Female Lead, her expression flat as she let out a dry “Ah, there’s even an echo.”

Surrounded by emptiness.

They’re even using literary references on you.

If Liu Yuxi saw this, he’d delete his “Humble Abode” poem overnight.

The God of Wealth’s Beloved’s sharp tongue is as venomous as it is hilarious.

It must have been tough for the props team to dig up these ancient relics…

Props Team: Just imagining some poor sap stuck in this room makes us want to laugh.

Where’s the bed? Are we supposed to sleep standing up?

Ke Wenxin looked around, interrupting Director Zhao’s impassioned sales pitch. “Director Zhao, where’s the bed?”

Du Yihan knew the answer. As a director who had filmed numerous war scenes, she recognized the folding cots. She pointed to two large canvas stools in the corner. “There are two folding cots over there.”

“Director Han, you truly live up to your title—so knowledgeable and experienced!” Director Zhao gave her a thumbs-up, showering her with commercial flattery. “Don’t worry, the staff will show you how to unfold them into beds.”

“Now, are there any righteous individuals willing to sacrifice themselves and voluntarily choose the T-shaped Room?”

“Come on, raise your hands and show the audience your precious friendship!”

The group remained silent.

Du Yihan: “As everyone knows, the entertainment industry is full of fake sisterhood.”

He Jiamu nodded earnestly.

Ke Wenxin put on sunglasses. “I’m a singer. There’s a wall between me and the entertainment industry. I’m not familiar with it.”

Li Jin: “I’m a gamer. I always win.”

Zhou Yunuo finally smiled at Mu Xu. “Comrade Mu Xu, the organization has high hopes for you!”

Mu Xu: “…I’ll do my best.”

Yan He: “Can I sleep on the floor in the first-place room?”

Qi Xingwan: “Can the last-place person sleep on the sofa downstairs?”

Shocking! Famous director admits the entertainment industry is full of fake sisterhood and proudly embraces it!

Director Zhao still trying to hype up team spirit, but this season’s guests are all just too real, LOL!

Honestly, the outsiders have a huge advantage. God Jin’s name is legendary in the gaming world!

Remember when Sister Zhou single-handedly carried that flop variety show? She’s actually pretty sharp when she’s not snacking on melon seeds!

Director Han must be 34 this year, right? Mu Mu is already 30 too. The older group is at a real disadvantage.

Eldest Miss, I have an idea! Just go up and kiss the first-place winner, poisoning her with your venomous little mouth. That way, none of us will have to stay in the fourth room.

Why do couples always have such mismatched aesthetics?

Qiqi, the Director hasn’t even explained the rules yet, and you’re already assuming you’ll be stuck in the worst room. My heart aches. JPG

The older group, the outer circle group, the drama group, and… the “method acting” group.

The Ding-Class Hourly Room was so popular that all the guests were actively vying for a chance to stay there. Director Zhao, overwhelmed by the chaos, resorted to using a megaphone—a move that lacked any sense of martial ethics.

“Silence!”

Yan He took a deep breath and shouted with booming resonance, “Majesty!”

Qi Xingwan’s brow twitched slightly, and she unconsciously responded, “Who kneels before the court?”

Zhou Yunuo skipped forward with a cheerful grin, cupping her hands in a traditional salute as she slipped into character. “Your Honor, this man is a heartless merchant who lured my entire family—young and old—to this dilapidated shack with sinister intentions!”

“Your Honor! This foolish woman of mine usually earns her living by selling melon seeds. This villain must have coveted our family’s secret recipe, leading him to bind my wives in a secluded place and order his servants to commit unspeakable acts!”

Ke Wenxin immediately pulled Li Jin into the scene, her performance so emotionally charged that it was impossible to tell she was an amateur.

Du Yihan paused. “Am I… the servant?”

Yan He crossed her arms. “Impudent commoners! When did the Imperial Envoy grant you permission to speak? Guards, silence them!”

Director Han hadn’t even gotten angry yet, but Director Zhao was already furious. She cranked the megaphone to full volume and shouted, “Shut up! And you, you, you! All of you, shut up!”

“Now, let me explain the game rules.”

“Five hidden missions are scattered throughout the town, waiting for the guests to trigger them on a first-come, first-served basis. Regardless of whether the previous group completes a mission, the next group must wait for the cooldown period to end before attempting it.”

“It’s currently 10:31 AM Kyoto time. The deadline is sunset. Teams will be ranked based on the order in which they complete all missions. The first-place team gets the A-Class Room, and so on.”

“If more than one team fails to complete all missions by sunset, the team with the highest completion rate will get priority in choosing their room.”

“I’ve finished explaining. Does anyone have anything to say?” Director Zhao frantically signaled the guests to start trash-talking.

Du Yihan gripped He Jiamu’s hand. “We’re getting old. Our bodies can’t handle staying in the T-shaped Room.”

Ke Wenxin placed her hopes on Li Jin. “Go for it! I want the big bed!”

Li Jin: “Sorry, I really need the big bed.”

Mu Xu smiled. “I’ll do my best to get you the best room.”

“Alright, let’s target Ke Wenxin!” Zhou Yunuo slung an arm around Mu Xu’s shoulder and glanced sideways. “What’s up with you two? Silence means you’re settling for the T-shaped Room, huh?”