Xi Zirui's initial plan is to walk right out of the NNI's complex's doors, and then just figure things out from there.
He's stopped by security, who tell him he can't just walk out without authorization form the producers, so Xi Zirui demands an audience with the producers.
"We can't let you go," A middle-aged man with a thick mane of hair and thin moustache tells him. He reclines on his leather chair and gives Xi Zirui an accessing look across the glass table. "And honestly I don't know why you'd want to, your numbers are good, you have a good chance of debuting."
"I've changed my mind, I want to leave the show," Xi Zirui says, crossing his arms.
"You've signed a contract, if you terminate it before the end of the show you'll incur in a penalty," the man says. "Of one million yuan."
Xi Zirui shrugs, he'll be too dead to pay anyway. "Fine."
