Chapter 62

Countdown 25:56:25.

The helicopter landed on the rooftop helipad of Orange Station's headquarters. Amid the sound of huge propellers, Feng Jihan jumped off the helicopter and shook hands with the person in charge who came to meet him.

The air current lifted Feng Jihan's long silver hair behind him, and the black hair on his forehead was completely messed up. Perhaps it was because the light was not good after dark, which made his eyebrows and eyes look even more stern, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a cold and murderous aura.

Atheists are always smooth in their dealings, but the sharp edge he showed at this moment clearly showed that he was in a bad mood. The person in charge who shook hands with him was looked at coldly by his pair of light-colored eyes, and he felt inexplicably cold in his heart and could hardly maintain the polite smile on his face.

After shaking hands, Feng Jihan stated the purpose of his visit without further delay: "I've already informed Mr. Pei in advance. Is Mr. Pei free now?"

The person in charge smiled stiffly and said, "You've come just in time. President Pei is currently negotiating with other inspectors from your Heresy Monitoring Bureau."

Feng Jihan nodded slightly, followed the person in charge down to the top floor platform, and took the elevator down to the floor where President Pei was.

Just as the person in charge opened the door of the reception room for Feng Jihan, Pei Lihuan's excited voice came over: "That's all money! Money, don't you know!"

"I don't care if he's some kind of weirdo or not. I just know that if he shows his face for just one minute, no, one second! Even if it's just one second, he can bring me hundreds of millions in profit!"

"But you actually asked me to stop broadcasting this variety show. I tell you, it's impossible!"

"It's just a variety show. Who can it hurt? Can the monsters in it even crawl out of the variety show? It's hilarious! It's not Sadako! If you're worried that the audience will run into a nightmare world after watching it, then just send them a text message and tell them not to go in! It's such a simple thing, I don't understand why you have to stop me from broadcasting."

"I'm leaving this to you today. 'Make Money, Guests' is our Pei family's most promising project this year. I can't possibly stop broadcasting it. Even if your director comes today, I'll still say the same thing!"

Feng Jihan walked in, and the quarreling stopped for a moment.

Pei Lihuan leaned back on the sofa without moving, looking at him politely and smiled: "Captain Feng is here too, come and sit down. Sigh, it was originally a small matter, how did it become like this?"

As he spoke, Pei Lihuan lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled smoke rings. He was also an old fox, and the years had left no trace on him. A man in his forties, he still looked suave and dashing.

Seeing Feng Jihan sitting down on the sofa opposite without saying a word, Pei Lihuan narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile, "Isn't the Heresy Monitoring Bureau too paranoid? It's just a variety show. Why make such a fuss, right, Commander Feng?"

Feng Jihan also held a cigarette in his hand, but didn't light it. "Boss Pei is right. A variety show isn't worth our fuss. What we should really be wary of is how the sample clip of this variety show crossed the world barrier, flowed into the real world, and finally appeared in Boss Pei's hands."

He raised his eyes and pointed out calmly, "To achieve this, Nightmare University must first have the ability to break through the barriers. Secondly, they also need to find an intermediary who can deliver the sample to President Pei and negotiate a cooperation agreement with him."

"Since they can contact President Pei, then besides President Pei, they must be able to contact other important figures like President Pei. Once their influence infiltrates the entire top management, will President Pei still find it scary?"

The smile on Pei Lihuan's face paused slightly.

"And this variety show will be the first breakthrough point for Nightmare University." Feng Jihan said solemnly, "It's not just a matter of infiltration. This variety show will turn the nightmare world into entertainment. Once it airs, how many people will be attracted to the nightmare world and then be transformed into the power of the monster's resurrection?"

"Also, as more and more people enter the nightmare world, the barrier between the two worlds will become thinner and thinner."

Feng Jihan sighed: "Does President Pei want the disaster from many years ago to happen again?"

Pei Lihuan squinted his eyes and remained silent for a long time. After a while, he took a puff of his cigarette and smiled slightly: "So what?"

"Even if I hold back, there will always be other platforms that will broadcast it. Who can resist taking on this overwhelming wealth? If that's the case, then why am I not the one making the money?"

"Commander Feng, you are still too young. You don't understand the benefits of money and power. Things in this world cannot be changed by skills alone."

"As for whether or not this variety show will bring out strange monsters," Pei Lihuan said with a smile, "Human lifespan is only a hundred years. Isn't birth and death commonplace? In a hundred years, I'll also be a pile of earth. Whether people are dead or alive then, what does it have to do with me?"

"Life is short, enjoy it while you can."

Pei Lihuan stood up and walked to the French window. He looked at the bustling traffic below and sighed softly, "I've seen the future. The superstar I personally nurtured is about to rise. When the variety show airs, everyone will want to become our Teacher Cen's most loyal followers."

"Believers will willingly pay for the gods, right?"

Pei Lihuan turned around, his smile full of fanaticism.

What does "entertainment to death" mean? This is the real "entertainment to death"!

The inspector present couldn't help but frown.

The captain of the first team could no longer bear it. Without even lowering his voice, he asked Feng Jihan directly: "Is he really not controlled by the puppet thread?"

Feng Jihan looked at Pei Lihuan gravely and replied, "No."

It was precisely because of the absence that Feng Jihan felt even more heartbroken.

Cen Xun didn't even use the puppet threads, but only took advantage of people's greed to manipulate everyone in his hands.

This is what Cen Xun wanted him to see.

He wanted him to watch humanity destroy itself, but be powerless to do anything.

Pei Lihuan had obviously heard their conversation, but he didn't care. He smiled lazily, "I'm very clear-headed and not being controlled by anyone. This is the choice I made. If you want to stop me, go and negotiate with the old patriarch of the Pei family. If he agrees, I'll stop broadcasting."

The captain of the first team lowered his voice and said to Feng Jihan, "I've contacted him, but I won't answer the phone."

The Pei family’s attitude is very clear; they must broadcast this variety show.

Feng Jihan stood up and stopped talking about the variety show suspension. He only said, "Can we take a look at the main episode of the variety show in advance? We need to measure how much pollution it carries."

"Of course." Seeing Feng Jihan's attitude soften, Pei Lihuan smiled and said, "Just test it. Come this way."

They went to the relevant department, and the staff of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau took out a set of testing equipment and tested the contamination value of the film.

Pei Lihuan was calm and composed, not looking worried at all. He even had the leisure to whisper to Feng Jihan like a seasoned veteran, "I've seen the variety show in advance. Did you two have a fight? Hey, you're husband and wife, what's the big deal? Listen to me, go and coax Teacher Cen. Maybe he'll give up on attacking our world."

Feng Jihan: ""

He said expressionlessly: "Boss Pei, I don't understand what you mean."

Pei Lihuan grinned: "Haha, young man, you're still pretending to be me. On the surface, you seem to be competing with each other, but you don't really think you can make others believe that you are enemies, right?"

"I've thought about it. I'll create a CP super topic for you guys. How about calling it '承胜追击'? It sounds like '岑勝追霁', which is very appropriate, isn't it?"

Feng Jihan: ""

Feng Jihan was truly, completely speechless.

Only a few people knew that he was married to Cen Xun. What kind of editing did the variety show have to have to make Pei Lihuan guess the relationship between them?

Feng Jihan thought silently, his ex-husband shouldn't have edited what happened in the dressing room.

Pei Lihuan still felt it wasn't enough, so he patted Feng Jihan on the shoulder and said excitedly: "I'm already starting to support you two, and I'm sure the audience will too. These are just small chaff!"

That’s enough, Feng Jihan closed his eyes in pain, he really didn’t want to stay any longer.

At this time, the colleague who was testing the pollution value finally completed the test. With a "beep" sound, the pollution value appeared on the screen.

Feng Jihan hurriedly took a few steps away from Pei Lihuan: "How much?"

The inspector stared at the screen for a few seconds, then looked up blankly: "5."

Feng Jihan was silent: "Are you sure there are only 5?"

"Confirmed," the inspector said awkwardly, "The film is just an ordinary film. The only 5 points of contamination are due to Teacher Cen's beauty, which exceeds the upper limit of human understanding."

Feng Jihan was completely speechless.

It's only 5 points of pollution. Those scary ghost pictures circulating on the Internet have 3 points of pollution.

The path of banning variety shows from the perspective of pollution value has also been blocked.

Pei Lihuan was enjoying the fun, not minding the drama: "That's why I said there's really no problem with broadcasting this variety show. As long as you promote it well and urge the general public not to enter the nightmare world, it won't be a big deal."

Feng Jihan didn't want to argue with this profit-seeking businessman anymore. Since Pei Lihuan's path was blocked, he would take another one.

Before leaving, Feng Jihan asked Pei Lihuan one last question: "Mr. Pei, can I ask how Nightmare University contacted you?"

Pei Lihuan lit another cigarette and said lazily, "Someone sent a video clip to my email and asked if I wanted to cooperate. I watched the video, and the moment I saw Teacher Cen's face, I clicked "Agree" immediately. It was so quick that I don't understand why anyone would be willing to divorce him."

""

Feng Jihan nodded: "I understand."

Countdown 24:30:25.

"Sir, here is the list of all the people who have been approved for 'Make Money, Guests'."

Feng Jihan picked up the list of personnel. Whether a variety show can be broadcast is not something that Pei Lihuan can decide alone. There is a chain of interests involved. If any link goes wrong, this variety show will not be able to hide from the eyes and ears of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau and go online openly.

Thinking of this, Feng Jihan's mood became complicated. From preparation to trailer release, there were so many links. Why didn't the Heresy Monitoring Bureau discover the abnormality of this variety show in time?

Perhaps, this matter is not only related to the major families, but even some high-level officials of the Heresy Monitoring Bureau have waded into this muddy water. For the benefit of themselves or their families, they turned a blind eye to the variety show, and invisibly pushed this variety show to the public's attention.

Cen Xun is really good at this.

And those complicated families, those termites

Feng Jihan had to admit that human greed had no limit. Perhaps only by killing those people could they truly be honest.

Feng Jihan was flipping through the list. Administrator 01 was sitting next to him, and different images appeared on the several screens in front of him.

These people on the list must have had contact with Cen Xun. If they can find the pattern of Cen Xun's appearance, they may find some clues, and then follow the clues to find the location of the rift.

Feng Jihan stared at the images on several screens, watching different people coming in and out of various high-end venues. Everyone was talking and laughing, using a gentle appearance to hide their greedy ambitions.

Countdown 22:30:09.

Two hours passed and they found nothing.

Feng Jihan flipped through the information about the Pei family. Cen Xun had chosen a good breakthrough point. The Pei family was once one of the top families, but it has been declining in recent years. Although it seems to be still glorious, it is actually weak inside and has gradually become depleted.

In the political arena of the past few years, the Pei family has suffered repeated defeats and lost many important positions in the struggle with other families. Now that they are about to be forced out of the center of power, how can the Pei family be willing to accept this?

At this time, the olive branch extended by Cen Xun became an opportunity for the Pei family to make a comeback. Faced with huge interests, the Pei family was certainly unwilling to let go.

Feng Jihan was not sure whether Cen Xun had promised the Pei family any other benefits. In short, the interests had tied the Pei family firmly to Cen Xun's boat. As the boat was about to set sail, the Pei family would not get off the boat halfway for the so-called lives.

But trying to get the skin of a tiger is of no benefit.

After Cen Xun has squeezed out the value of the Pei family, he will kick the Pei family out. The Pei family is a profit-seeking black-hearted businessman, and Cen Xun is an ambitious man who is ruthless and turns his back on them.

He can help the Pei family rise to power, but he can also ruthlessly trample the Pei family under his feet for higher interests.

Monsters are all creatures of desire, but the Pei family obviously doesn't understand this.

Feng Jihan closed his eyes and said to Administrator 01, "Which family wants to swallow up the Pei family the most?"

Countdown 20:19:01.

Feng Jihan came to the Yi family and visited the old patriarch of the Yi family.

The old patriarch seemed to know Feng Jihan's intentions. He looked at Feng Jihan with cloudy eyes and coughed heavily a few times: "I can't help the Heresy Monitoring Bureau. The Pei family has mobilized all the connections they can. They are determined to fight to the death."

Feng Jihan looked at the old patriarch: "Even if the Pei family will make a comeback through this project?"

"Hmph, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." The old patriarch narrowed his eyes and smiled, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. "What's the point of a temporary rise? Let's see how long the Pei family can remain complacent."

Feng Jihan seemed to understand something vaguely.

The old patriarch coughed, took out a small box from the drawer, and placed it on the table: "This is something someone asked me to pass on to you."

Feng Jihan reached out and pressed the small box, then slowly opened it.

A broken black ring was lying quietly inside.

The old patriarch sighed and said, "What you can expect, others can certainly expect as well."

"Go back, I won't see you off."

Countdown 17:36:36.

The Heresy Monitoring Bureau held another meeting to discuss how to issue early warnings after the variety show was broadcast to prevent ordinary people from going to the nightmare world.

It's a ridiculous thing. It is so simple to just forcibly shut down Orange Channel to stop the variety show from being broadcast, but it has not been done yet.

The major forces in the real world could originally check and balance each other, but Cen Xun suddenly intervened and completely muddied the waters.

The director said solemnly, "Now that things have come to this, let's activate Plan 034."

Countdown 08:43:09.

Feng Ji said he was going home to sleep during the winter vacation, but actually went to Chengtai Building alone.

He stood at the door of Orange Terrace Building for a while, but in the end he did not go in. Instead, he went to the rooftop of another building and looked at Orange Terrace Building from afar.

Everyone wants to be the oriole behind the mantis, but no one is the oriole.

The real culprit has never been any of them.

Cen Xun was right about one thing, this is indeed a terrible world.

Dark clouds are pressing down overhead, and a storm is about to come.

Feng Jihan raised his face and a drop of rain fell on his face like a tear.

However, Cen Xun was wrong in other places.

Only some people are terrible.

If we just kill those people, the world probably won't be so bad.

There is no denying the stupidity of those in power, but the lives of ordinary people should not be destroyed at their hands.

Feng Jihan took out a file bag filled with documents and took out the information inside.

He stretched out his hand towards the orange platform, letting the information scatter in the wind, floating like scattered paper money.

Countdown 00:10:00.

Ten minutes before 7 p.m., Feng Jihan went to the nightmare world.

This time, his feather clone appeared in a familiar room, which was his and Cen Xun’s former “home”, the villa that was almost destroyed by Cen Xun.

The large TV that was once split in two by puppet threads was emitting a faint fluorescent light, and the sound of advertisements echoed in the living room, making it seem even more empty.

Cen Xun lazily leaned on the sofa, not turning around, but as if he knew he was coming, he smiled and said, "Ten minutes left, have you already given up?"

"Well, I give up."

Feng Jihan walked behind the sofa and looked down at Cen Xun's tied-up hair: "Where is this?"

"Nightmare University."

Cen Xun said lazily, "It's fine for me to live in that dormitory by myself, but since you want to live with me, I have to get a bigger house to support you."

Feng Jihan said dimly, "I remember that I lost to you, not that I sold myself to you."

"Is there any difference?"

Cen Xun finally turned around and smiled at him.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Cen Xun's face seemed even more alluring. He leaned his elbows against the sofa, held his chin, and looked at him with a raised lip: "Although the time has not yet come, can I enjoy my spoils of war?"

"What are you standing there for?"

Cen Xun beckoned him with a finger, not disguising the aggression in his eyes. In an instant, his overly beautiful face turned eerie and bewitching. "Come here and serve me."