Ye Feng was startled and stared intently at the man in the suit, his wariness turning into confusion.
Because he was all too familiar with that voice that he loathed.
"Who are you?... Ugly?"
"Hehehe~" The signature laugh completely confirmed Ye Feng's guess.
"It seems you still remember me quite well. Yes, it's me."
Ye Feng frowned, wondering what this pretentious fellow was up to by suddenly appearing here.
Before he could ask, Chou Chou spoke up... "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see you off, and I'll give you something else as well."
"Things? What things?" Ye Feng asked casually out of curiosity.
Ugly slowly pulled a small card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to him...
Ye Feng took it with some skepticism and saw that it was just a string of Arabic numerals, which looked like a phone number.
"This is my personal number. You might need my help next time you go into the jungle."
These words left Ye Feng even more confused. He wouldn't be participating in the show anymore, and he would only go to the jungle to see Salla and the others at most. Why would he need this guy's help?
Just as he was about to ask, Chou Chou stood up, straightened his still-brand-new suit, and glanced sideways at Ye Feng, who looked puzzled.
The mask completely covered his face, so Ye Feng couldn't see his ugly appearance at all.
"I know you have a lot of questions, but I advise you to remember my number."
I didn't mean anything by it, I just admire you, no... to be precise, I respect you even more.
Believe me, you'll definitely need my help later, otherwise... you'll probably have to participate in another game.
After saying that, Chou Chou left without looking back, leaving Ye Feng standing there dumbfounded, holding the card.
What exactly does "participate in another game" mean? Does Markuko have a backup plan? What is Ugly trying to do?
Could it be that old fox Makuko is setting a trap for me again?
If Chou Chou really wanted to help me, why didn't she help me when I was on the plane before, and instead she's bringing this up now?
Ye Feng's expression turned into a poker face, filled with confusion and bewilderment, his mind brimming with questions.
By the time he came to his senses and chased after him to ask what was going on, the ugly figure had already disappeared.
Just then, the airport's boarding announcement began...
Ye Feng quickly packed his things and headed to the boarding gate. This place... he never wanted to come back to...
Once he boarded the plane, the piercing engine noise and the feeling of weightlessness gradually eased his tension...
After a flight that took about a dozen hours, he finally returned to his beloved homeland.
As soon as the plane landed, Ye Feng rushed to the hospital where his grandmother was.
There were always many taxis parked near the airport, and Ye Feng casually got into the back seat of one.
"Driver, Liangjiang People's Hospital, please hurry."
The person sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged, balding man in his forties who was playing on his phone.
Unlike other taxi drivers who were eager to get fares, he became somewhat impatient when he saw that there was a fare and said, "Wait a minute."
Ye Feng frowned. This place was dozens of kilometers away from Liangjiang District. This job was a big one, and he could earn at least several hundred yuan.
But this uncle doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all? Is he that rich?
Ye Feng was also anxious and was about to ask when he suddenly heard his own voice coming from the driver's phone.
"The monks will lead the way with David, and the rest of you will hold off the flanks to prevent them from forming an encirclement!"
Ye Feng was startled, only then remembering that the program "Break Through the Siege" was a pre-recorded broadcast.
Although the game was over, the show was clearly not over yet. This segment should be the time when I was besieged by Dato and his gang.
He peeked into the driver's seat and was surprised to see the screen on the driver's phone. He was astonished that the driver could actually use a VPN to access the internet; he was quite trendy.
As expected, the video played was exactly the same as I had imagined.
However, the image on the screen was clearly from the lens of his own head-mounted camera, which looked very shaky, but it had a unique sense of realism.
This was the first time Ye Feng had ever seen himself on his phone. Even though he knew what would happen next, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment.
Before he knew it, Ye Feng had forgotten to remind the driver to start the car, and started peeking from the back seat...
When the driver saw that Ye Feng and his companions were about to be surrounded and their lives were hanging by a thread, he clenched his fists and started cheering them on, which startled Ye Feng.
"Holy crap! What the hell?! A bunch of people attacking one person! Feng Shen, run!!"
Seeing the uncle gesticulating wildly and gritting his teeth in encouragement, Ye Feng suddenly felt a warmth in his heart and grinned...
I never imagined that I, a nobody, would be called a god and have so many compatriots paying attention to me. It's truly unexpected.
Perhaps it's because I'm from Chongqing; this is the care I feel from people in my hometown.
Ye Feng snapped out of his daze and reminded the driver in fluent Chongqing dialect...
"Teacher, hurry up and go, I have an urgent matter."
To his surprise, the driver didn't even look at him, and waved his hand dismissively with extreme impatience...
"Oh dear... I'm not taking any passengers today, sorry. Please take another car, I'm very busy."
Ye Feng knew that this uncle was addicted to the show. He even gave up big orders just to watch it, truly a die-hard fan.
"Hehe, teacher, don't worry, those Baijia tribesmen will come to rescue them soon; they've escaped..."
Then they went to the Baijia tribe's village, where Ye Feng ultimately used a scheme to kill Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan, winning the game and taking the money.
Upon hearing this, the driver paused, then looked away from his phone screen...
"Hey! How do you know...?"
Before he could finish speaking, his questioning gaze met Ye Feng's smiling face.
The driver was immediately stunned. Although Ye Feng looked slightly different from the one on camera, his facial features were still the same.
As someone who watches every episode of the show and is a huge fan of Ye Feng, the driver recognized Ye Feng at a glance.
His eyes widened, and he leaned back in disbelief, scrutinizing Ye Feng from head to toe.
I can't believe it! The person I was just looking at on my phone, my idol, is actually in my car!
"You...you...you are...."
The driver was so excited that he started stammering. Ye Feng nodded and said in Chongqing dialect, "That's right, I am Ye Feng. The competition is over, I won, and I'm back in China now."
"Hey! Hahaha!" The driver laughed heartily and immediately hugged Ye Feng's head.
"I'm your idol, no, no, you're my fan! I've been following you since the very first episode."
I knew you'd win! You're awesome! I even bet 500 yuan on you to win!
You are truly the pride of our nation, the pride of Chongqing!
Can you take a picture of me and sign your autograph? I really like you!
...
The driver rattled off a long string of words, and because Ye Feng was craning his neck, the driver made it difficult for him to breathe.
At that moment, he actually felt like a star.
After breaking free from the enthusiastic driver, he nodded and did not refuse the request.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and drive, my grandma is waiting for me to save her life."
"Oh, no problem!"
The driver promptly turned off his phone, and using both hands and feet, he actually performed a drift on the spot, turned around, and stepped on the gas, the wide airport highway emitting a sound of tire friction.
Ye Feng was almost thrown back into his seat...
Once they reached the main road, the driver eagerly began chatting with Ye Feng...
"Lord Ye Feng, what happened next? Tell me about it. How did you win? How much money did you get?..."
The driver bombarded Ye Feng with questions, not waiting for his reply, and kept going on and on with the same enthusiasm he showed when he saw Kun Kun.
Ye Feng had no idol baggage. Returning to his familiar homeland, his familiar city, and hearing the driver's familiar accent, he immediately felt incredibly warm and at home. This was what home felt like.
Since he had nothing better to do, he answered whatever the driver asked...
This includes the subsequent plot developments and how much money they ultimately received.
Along the way, he asked the driver many questions and even used the driver's phone to go online.
Only then did I realize that I was now a top internet celebrity in China, with popularity that even surpassed that of A-list stars.
It turns out that she had already become a sensation since the second episode, and her fans had even dug up her background.
Before the 100,000 yuan left for his grandmother could even be used up, many fans spontaneously organized a fundraising campaign.
They sent flowers and fruit baskets... The driver also went to see them.
Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed... there are still many good people in my hometown."
Among them, some live-streaming companies even proactively donated money to cover the grandmother's medical expenses, and she successfully underwent a heart transplant.
In other words, Grandma is now out of danger and no longer needs the money for medical treatment.
His worries about the future had long been resolved.
The show is currently on its 15th episode, which happens to end when Ye Feng joins the Baijia clan.
Ye Feng took a closer look at the driver's phone and was amazed to find that it had over 600 million views and more than 1 billion clicks.
I thought the 10 million that Marko gave me was already very generous, but it seems that he will earn at least several hundred million just from the broadcast fee of this episode.
I've worked myself to the bone and now I only have a little over 100 million RMB in my pocket, while this old fox can make so much money just by sitting in his office drinking red wine and smoking cigars every day.
No wonder this old guy was so eager for me to renew his contract...
Time flies when you're chatting with someone.
Two hours seemed to fly by, and the car had already arrived at the hospital entrance.
Ye Feng signed autographs and took photos for the driver, then asked him to go out and buy some decorative items for him.
For example, sunglasses, face masks, hats...
Ye Feng doesn't care about his image, but he still has too many fans, which can be troublesome.
The enthusiastic driver reluctantly saw Ye Feng off. He didn't want the fare, but Ye Feng insisted on paying, even giving him an extra 200 yuan.
It was already past 7 p.m., and the hospital was still bustling with people, not much less than during the day, and not much different from when I left earlier.
The young nurses carried various medical instruments and walked around, busy at each patient's bedside.
However, there were no more beds available for Grandma in the corridor on the third floor. According to the driver I spoke with earlier, she had been moved to a private ward.
Upon arriving at the ward door, Ye Feng eagerly pushed it open...
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