Qi Xu's face darkened. He had long heard that Ji Jingchi had a backer and was arrogant and wilful in the industry, but he did not expect him to be so disrespectful.
Seeing the three of them run to another place to dig for winter bamboo shoots, he slowly followed with a basket on his back, feeling a little frustrated.
Qi Xu said, "I wonder how Team Good Bamboo Shoot is doing now. We've been digging antiques for so long, so we should be far behind them. I don't think we need to continue digging winter bamboo shoots. We can just go back. We'll lose anyway."
If it was any other time, he would definitely not complain like this in front of the camera.
But now, he urgently needed another contradiction to divert the audience's attention.