At his words, the courtyard fell silent.
Robert froze on the spot, his big, round eyes wide with disbelief.
He never imagined that the terms they had agreed upon beforehand would have such a loophole. He wanted to argue, but he couldn't think of a good reason.
On camera, they represented the production team, so they certainly couldn't go back on their word or make unreasonable demands.
But if it was charged per head, that would mean they'd be out ten kilograms of meat.
That was a whole ten kilograms! If they were frugal, that was enough to last for more than half a month!
Daniel hadn't expected this either. He was a man who spent his life in the wild; he was only good at wilderness survival. The rest wasn't his responsibility.
He spread his hands and shrugged. "I told you not to look at me. You're the one who didn't negotiate the details with him beforehand."
"Er..."
Robert wiped nonexistent beads of sweat from his forehead, forcing a smile onto his wrinkled face.
