On the show's side, the audience who did not know the truth was watching the live broadcast.
The pot had been completely blown up.
The netizens frantically flooded the bullet screen comments.
They hated that they could not smash their faces on the keyboards.
"Damn! Brother, Dragon Country people can't cheat Dragon Country people! You said there would be nude photos. You have to keep your word and stay firm on your path."
"I'm done! I took my pants off and in a snap, the happiness was gone!"
"Brother, you don't need the show organizers to raise 10 million for you. Us netizens will gift you like crazy. We are not asking you to do anything. You just need to keep your promise."
"Hehe... ( ̄『 ̄) Jingxuan, ah... My Jingxuan's nude photos ( ̄『 ̄)..."
"Yes, yes! Let's crowdfund! Crowdfund!"
These were all people who enjoyed watching the drama and didn't care if things got out of hand.
Most of the netizens were still rational.
What Xu Mo did was extremely inappropriate!
He must be severely punished, otherwise people would act without restraint!
On the show organizers' side, they were facing tremendous public pressure.
After all, they couldn't figure out what Xu Mo was thinking at the moment.
What if Xu Mo was serious?
Would they still be able to produce the next episode of the show?
With their reputation completely ruined,
the showrunners could only wait for the shutdown.
At the same time, on the other side...
The mobile phone specially prepared by the showrunners for Yang Jingxuan kept ringing nonstop.
To be fair,
a signal jammer was installed on the phone
so the tracking team could not locate it.
"You're not going to answer? The 100 million deal has not been finalized yet."
Yang Jingxuan blinked blankly and asked puzzlingly,
Xu Mo smiled calmly and said, "The more anxious they are, the more it benefits us."
"But whether we can succeed in the end depends on you (•̀ω•́)✧"
"On me?" Yang Jingxuan pointed at herself.
Although she wouldn't admit it verbally,
after interacting with Xu Mo for a while,
she had acknowledged in her heart that Xu Mo's brain was far better than hers.
If Xu Mo couldn't accomplish something,
how was it possible for her to succeed?
Xu Mo smiled and crooked his finger at her.
"Tsk. So mysterious. Afraid of people finding out!"
While grumbling, Yang Jingxuan leaned honestly towards Xu Mo.
Xu Mo whispered something in her ear.
Soon, Yang Jingxuan's cheeks turned red. She got very excited
and playfully hit him.
"Xu Mo, you're so bad!"
"Bad?"
Xu Mo shrugged and asked back.
Yang Jingxuan thought for a moment and nodded heavily.
"Yes, bad! Very bad!"
"Don't like it? Then let's not play anymore."
"No... like it! I like it!"
Yang Jingxuan quickly grabbed him and couldn't help but say excitedly,
"Please, brother. This is my first time doing something like this. But don't worry. I'll make it extremely realistic later, even more so than the real thing. After all, this is my rice bowl."
On the other side at the meeting room...
The atmosphere was very heavy.
Lin Anan forced a smile and shook her head. "He didn't answer."
As her voice fell,
silence filled the conference room again for a moment.
Soon after,
Han Fei banged heavily on the table
and said angrily, "Xu Mo is playing mind games with us!
If we still can't get through later, we won't be able to confirm Yang Jingxuan's safety!"
"Implement a citywide carpet search, and list Xu Mo as a wanted fugitive!"
"Extorting 10 million yuan is enough for him to be jailed for life."
Everyone had ashen faces.
Li Chen suppressed his anger, took a deep breath and said,
"Director Han, please calm down first. If we dare to do so, that Xu Mo might go down in mutual destruction. Once he does something beastly to Yang Jingxuan
and uploads the real photos online, even if our internet security department removes them swiftly, some would still slip through the cracks."
In the information age, as the benefits expand vastly, so do the downsides.
For example, right now,
the netizens are only saving Yang Jingxuan's nude photos.
Moreover, these would spread from one to ten, ten to hundred, hundred to thousand.
An infinite cycle, like nested Russian dolls.
Should we arrest everyone who has seen them?
Essentially, they did not commit any crime.
Everyone looked towards Shen Manni, their last hope.
"What do you think, Manni?"
Han Fei desperately wished to obtain some useful information
from Shen Manni, the expert in criminal psychology!
Shen Manni frowned, reviewed Xu Mo’s personal information on the table repeatedly,
and finally shook her head helplessly.
"I cannot grasp what Xu Mo is thinking right now."
"From his personal information, Xu Mo’s life seems fine. He doesn't need to walk the path of a desperado for that 10 million."
She paused and recalled the note Xu Mo left in the room when the microwave exploded earlier.
It gave an answer that even surprised her.
"Perhaps... He just wants to prove that he is dozens of times smarter than all of us here!"
Hearing her analysis,
Li Chen looked extremely unpleasant. "What a bastard! To go along with the rules for such a trivial matter, we would have happily played with him properly!"
"Now, all the cameras installed on Yang Jingxuan are gone. We also can't figure out what he wants to do!"
Upon hearing this,
Lin Anan, the charming host, couldn't help but blush.
It seemed that from the beginning, no one told Xu Mo
that he was selected by the Sky Eye Action show crew.
And informed him of the game rules.
He had figured all of that out himself.
In other words,
they were the ones who tricked him at first.
Even though there would be generous cash compensation afterwards.
But being humiliated in front of so many live audience,
extremely provoked, how could one not act somewhat irrationally?
At the same moment,
everyone seemed to realize what the crux of the problem was.
At this time, the show had not yet paused.
It was still ongoing.
Hordes of melon-eating netizens frantically flooded in.
Bullet screen comments filled the skies.
Moreover, they split into two camps.
One supported Xu Mo, one opposed him.
Being provoked is not an excuse for irrational and illegal acts!
While appearing composed externally,
Song Yixue was feeling a bit nervous internally at this moment. Her fingers were subconsciously fiddling with each other.
The show organizers could still continue broadcasting
because Xu Mo had not been confirmed as an actual criminal!
Seeing more and more people flooding into the live studio,
Song Yixue, as the executive director, was naturally happy.
"Director Song, things seem to be getting out of hand. Should we pause broadcasting for now?"
A staff member wiped his cold sweat and asked.
Song Yixue pondered and calmly said, "Wait a little longer!"
Seeing her stance, the other staff continued standing guard at their posts!
Even if the sky collapsed, they would prop it up.
They were merely employees.
The rain goddess was irrelevant.
In sharp contrast to the calmness she displayed,
Song Yixue was feeling rather nervous inside at the moment. Her fingers were subconsciously fiddling with each other.
Buzzzzzz-------
In the live footage,
the customized ringtone of the phone arranged by the show organizers to contact Yang Jingxuan sounded!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
