[A hundred-person challenge? Let’s do it together! ]

[Ahahaha, I am very satisfied with the recent attention from Brother Sangzang! ]

[Ice Glacier shirtless? At first I thought it was a script, but now it seems like any script is in vain! ]

[Tsk tsk tsk, does anyone really think that the production crew wouldn't do that? ]

[Does anyone really think a helicopter can fly? ]

[The funeral brother has already given you a reminder, so you can do whatever you want! ]

[Damn, don't you have your own god of death? ]

【……】

The funeral procession entered the venue, and after real-time translation by the live broadcast platform, a string of English comments appeared on the public screen.

The host was just explaining and interacting with netizens, but now he was interrupted by this wave of traffic, and his expression became a little unnatural.

"Um... don't worry too much. The production team has placed a lot of down jackets on the island, and they are very conspicuous. If nothing unexpected happens, the contestants will be able to find the down jackets before dark."

[If nothing unexpected happens, the contestants will finish before dark! ]

[It seems that the program team has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem...]

[What down jacket? You can’t even burn a boiler now! ]

【Yesterday afternoon, someone thought the same thing. 】

【……】

In the program crew tent.

The director of the wilderness program also noticed the rhythm of the barrage, looked at the assistant beside him and frowned, "Who is this funeral guy? Is he dangerous?"

"Sorry Director, I don't know. I'll find out right away."

The assistant responded and then started operating on the computer.

Ten minutes later, the assistant handed the notebook to the director and explained:

"This funeral guy is the owner of a small funeral company in the East. He became popular in the local area with his weird personality. Accidents have happened to everyone in his follow list."

"His mysterious power has begun to spread. Just today, at dusk local time, several outdoor bloggers he followed all had accidents, including several extreme experts in our country."

"And the natural disaster that suddenly occurred in the Shenteng area this morning might have been caused by his concern."

“These are some comments I intercepted on a local app.”

After hearing the assistant's explanation, the director looked puzzled.

Shenteng area...isn't that a self-directed and self-acted show?

Although he is a director of outdoor programs, he still has some understanding of current special effects technology.

how……

With a hint of doubt, the director looked at the information the assistant had found.

This sight completely stunned him.

Why is it that on their local network, there is so much applause and praise for the so-called funeral brother?

Once the map is changed, the game instantly becomes a self-directed and self-acted one?

At this time, the assistant beside him said:

"Director, I captured the usernames of these videos and compared them. I found that... 75% of these two groups of people are the same group of people."

"This...what's the point of them doing this?" the director asked puzzled.

The assistant shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but I just learned a word on the forum. People like them are generally called Lao Liu."

"Old Six... Good one, Old Six." The director nodded thoughtfully and squinted his eyes.

"In other words, the pace in the live broadcast room was set by a small funeral shop owner?"

"I think so." The assistant nodded and said hesitantly:

"Director, I think since he has such a great influence, it means he has some ability. I suggest...stop recording this episode."

"Otherwise...we might be in danger? After all..."

"Danger, what kind of danger can we encounter?"

The director interrupted his assistant and asked himself:

"Extreme cold? Or a tsunami? Or some other disaster? Or did the contestants freeze to death?"

"I have been studying this island for many years. I know the environment better than any scientist!"

"The medicine we injected into the players is enough to protect them from frostbite within 48 hours. What accidents can happen?"

"We rented dozens of helicopters and hired eight medical teams to prepare for the rescue. What kind of accident could happen to the contestants?"

"I think you know how many years this show took to prepare and how much money it cost."

"I spent 500 million just on the promotion of the show. Now you want me to stop broadcasting the show because of the attention of a small boss?"

"How can I explain to investors how I will survive in the film and television industry in the future?"

"Besides, are you a fool to waste all the attention brought to us just because of this little boss's attention?"

The director spoke out all his inner thoughts with saliva flying.

However, his assistant thought his statement was too risky.

Because after he roughly looked through Zhang Fan’s followers, he found that the one who died the most miserably was the director.

"Sir, please don't be impulsive."

After a moment of silence, the assistant continued, "What I mean is that since there are risks, we should not remain indifferent."

"Of course we can't remain indifferent!"

The director smiled and said, "It just so happens that this show is not very popular in the East. You can use the name of this funeral brother to give me five million!"

"I won't allow anyone to not know about this exciting program!"

"this……"

The assistant wanted to say something, but the director turned his head away and ignored him.

After gritting his teeth, the assistant decided to do as the director said.

After all... Brother Sangzang is concerned about the contestants, not the production team. Anyway, it's not the first time he has done something unscrupulous...

…

Four hours.

South city.

It was just getting light.

After a simple wash, Zhang Fan put on his clothes and prepared to go out.

However, just as he reached the door, he suddenly noticed a pile of paper money for the dead on the shoe cabinet.

It was a very thick stack, with about forty or fifty bundles, and it was the one with the largest denomination.

"Is this... is the system restocking the wrong place?"

After a moment of hesitation, Zhang Fan didn't take it too seriously. He went out, took a taxi, and went to Changhong Funeral Home.

When he arrived at the store door, Zhao Yong and others had already started working.

There were two or three customers in the store, apparently a family, and Li Xiaohui was serving them.

Next to Zhao Yong stood a panicked man.

Zhang Fan asked, "Brother Yong, what is this?"

"I came to you without saying a word to us." Zhao Yong explained.

"Hmm..." Zhang Fan nodded slightly, looked at the man and said, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Brother Funeral, I...I'm here to apply for a job."

The man quickly stepped forward, shook Zhang Fan's hand, and introduced himself timidly:

"My name is Wang Teng. I had a nightmare last night. My mother said she bought me a stable job down there. I felt... I might die, because my mother's dreams were very accurate..."

Soon, Wang Teng told Zhang Fan about his dream yesterday and what happened in recent days, and expressed his desire to join Changhong Funeral Company.

"You are having a nightmare, are you..."

Zhang Fan looked thoughtful. From Wang Teng's expression, he could tell that he did not receive any prompt from the system.

After thinking for a while, he looked at Zhao Yong and said, "Brother Yong, you and Brother Kai can show him."

"I think he is having a nightmare too." Zhao Yong said without hesitation.

"No, no, no, Brother Sangsang, you'd better take me in. Otherwise, I will be in danger." Wang Teng quickly waved his hands to refuse.

"Um...what do you do?"

"Warehouse management, 6 years of experience."

"What a coincidence."

“…”

After a brief discussion, Zhang Fan directly arranged for Wang Teng to find Wang Kai to complete the entry procedures.

Then Zhao Yong took him to familiarize himself with the warehouse.

Zhang Fan told him that there were people on duty at the warehouse at night and asked him to evacuate on time at 8 o'clock every day.

Wang Teng is worthy of being a six-year employee. He quickly became familiar with the shelves. Wang Kai even said that this man has the potential to be an emperor.

After getting familiar with the process, Wang Teng started working with pay on the same day.

Sitting at the management desk at the entrance of the warehouse, Wang Teng’s inner fear gradually dissipated.

With the funeral brother protecting me, I should be able to live two more days.

Zhang Fan returned to the office and lay on the bench with a leisurely look on his face.

I just said I was short of a warehouse keeper yesterday, and he's here today.

The system task is estimated to be completed in a few days.

My career is really going smoothly.

When Zhang Fan thought of the system task, he recalled what he discussed with Liu Jun yesterday.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to post a video showing his face.

After studying for a while, Zhang Fan finally turned off the beauty function completely.

Just as we were preparing to record, Zhao Yong suddenly pushed the door open.

"Boss, Sheng Xinfu just called."

Zhang Fan thought for a moment and said, "Hmm? Is the designer coming?"

"No...it seems that no one dares to come to their company." Zhao Yong shook his head slightly and continued: "But this is not the point."

Zhang Fan frowned and asked, "What's the point? Can I still eat him?"

"Their company is out of stock." Zhao Yong hesitated and said, "And it seems like you are the one who caused the shortage."

“I’m out of stock?”

Zhang Fan was stunned. Could it be that... the system has started to steal even this thing?

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yong explained: "Most of the raw materials of this company are imported from abroad, and the production site is mainly in the Shenteng area. Yesterday, you paid attention to it and the entire factory was scrapped."

"Ah... is this such a coincidence..."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan suddenly realized that this was where the problem lay.

I don’t know how long it will take for the Shenteng area to return to normal.

This Shengxinfu is a national chain store, and they probably have a lot of orders on hand. If the raw materials are out of stock, they will be scolded to death...

However, as for natural disasters, netizens should be able to understand as long as they don’t cause any scandals.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan said, "Why don't we just install it ourselves? There isn't much space anyway."

"OK."

Zhao Yong nodded, then quietly left the office.

After Zhao Yong left, Zhang Fan picked up his phone again and recorded a video.

If you want to complete the system task as quickly as possible, you still have to focus on relocating the graves. It is too slow to accept them one by one.

If they want to relocate their graves, the Feng Shui treasure land is undoubtedly the biggest attraction.

"Hello everyone, this video is only for friends in South City. As you all know, we at Changhong Funerals have just acquired a cemetery called Changhong Cemetery No. 1."

"I have consulted an expert about the Feng Shui of this land. It is of the highest quality. After the burial, we can pray for blessings on the back, attract wealth, and ensure safety."

"We are having a promotion right now. Anyone who places an order in our store will get a free tomb. If you want to move your elders' graves here, we will give you a 50% discount!"

“Friends who have not been doing well recently can come to the store for consultation.”

"By the way, I've read a lot of your private messages. Regarding my attention, let me clarify that it's purely coincidental."

"350 tomb spots available, excellent feng shui, first come first served, no cheating, promotion ends when sold out."