"They even found what I hid in my underwear. Why are these staff members so strict?"
"Didn't you know you couldn't bring anything in before you came?"
"This coarse linen clothing doesn't even have a pocket. Even if we get through the first round, how will we hide it after we change clothes?"
Zhang Ertian and his friends discussed the matter and finally managed to scrape together a little over a hundred yuan for hard-seat train tickets. As for money for food, they had absolutely no more. Most of them were people abandoned by their parents, and they spent their days wandering the streets, looking for things to do that didn't cost them anything.
It's just a matter of being hungry for over thirty hours. His record is four days of hunger, so this is nothing. Besides, his friends pooled their money to give him, so he probably won't have any money to eat these days.
I'm so envious! I'm equally jealous of every contestant who won a spot.
Ugh, why couldn't I be chosen?
How will the 100 million yuan prize be divided? Is it the kind of world domination I'm thinking of?
[It's that familiar ID again, and it feels just like home (*^▽^*)]
[What identification? That's called a travel permit, okay? There were even two armored guards checking it at the entrance. It really really immerses you in the experience.]
Wu Donglai had already prepared to show off his skills. "Unifying the World" sounded like a strategy-themed variety show, so he started reading various novels. He read at least several hundred, if not thousands, of novels about how Long Batian dominated the chaotic world.
After showing his pass to the two guards, he was full of pride. The next second, the guards swiftly handed the pass back to him, but he couldn't catch it and it fell directly to the ground.
Why is this staff member acting like this? As he picked up his waybill and prepared to leave, he was stopped by shouts.
"You! Go over there!"
Wu Dong looked around at the others, unsure if they were referring to him, then pointed to himself, "Me?"
"Hurry up! If you're any later, you'll have to run there yourselves."
Wu Dong felt uneasy, but the guard continued to check the travel permits of the others. Not to mention, the guard looked tall, and although his armor looked a bit dusty, it flashed silver in the sunlight, which was somewhat frightening. He didn't know if the sword on the guard's waist was real or fake.
The guard glanced at the sky and said to the people behind him, "The rest of you can walk. Okay, the bus is leaving from here."
A carriage sped past the other contestants, leaving a trail of dust. It was really just a wooden plank with a horse on it.
"Why are these staff members so rude?"
"Yeah, I don't believe they'll only send one batch."
Hearing the whispers grow louder, the guard roared, "Quiet! What do you think this place is?!"
Wu Dong caught up with the vehicle, but it felt worse than walking. What kind of vehicle was this? It was just a wooden plank, and it was so bumpy that he felt he could fall off if he didn't hold on tight.
Watching the other people get off the carriage one after another, his buttocks were almost falling apart before he finally arrived at the State of Zhao, which was on his household registration.
Before he could even stand properly, the carriage had sped off, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Wu Dong squinted and fanned himself, feeling somewhat annoyed. The recording environment this time was so harsh; it was clear that getting 100 million yuan was no easy feat.
"King Zhao is eager to find talented people, so he has issued a decree to seek them out, regardless of their background. If one can enter King Zhao's service, official positions and wealth will be within easy reach."
Wu Dong's eyes lit up, and he moved closer to the two NPCs who were talking, "May I ask you two, how can one become a disciple of the King of Zhao?"
The two men straightened their clothes, glanced at the man dressed in linen clothes with a belt, who looked like he came from humble beginnings, and still politely asked, "Who are you?"
"My name is Wu Dong."
The two waited for a while, but heard nothing more, only a brief introduction, which made them somewhat disdainful.
Wu Dong pressed for details, but the two men grew impatient, and one of them told him, "Golden Terrace."
After receiving the clue, Wu Dong rushed to the Golden Terrace and heard the people around him say that it was built by the King of Zhao specifically to attract talented people.
This man, with his 21st-century knowledge, is exactly the wise man the King of Zhao is looking for!
He hadn't even had time to feel happy before he saw someone in front of him lift a huge cauldron off the platform. Seriously?! Is this some kind of thing they're doing on the show?! No wonder they require a medical report; how can they even compete like this?!
But even with that thought in his heart, he didn't give up, after all, he was already here.
After he finished explaining his theory that "this child must not be allowed to live," the King of Zhao, who was secretly glancing at the table, saw the other party's listless expression and his heart skipped a beat.
【This is the umpteenth time this kid has been killed! (*￣rǒ￣)】
[I have to say, these contestants were all so confident and high-spirited, I thought they were going to be something special, but it turns out this is all?]
[There's even someone reciting the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops"! This is supposed to be a fictional period similar to the Spring and Autumn Period. What is all this about? Honestly, even the NPC ruler is probably sick of hearing it.]
[Haha, don't you guys find this funny? Those local NPCs come up with a whole string of personal introductions, so-and-so's son, so-and-so's disciple, while these contestants just have a single name. They've already lost in terms of presence.]
[Holy crap, I found someone's managed to exploit a loophole!! Livestream room 67! Go check it out!]
Ji Rong, dressed in the same coarse cloth clothes as the contestants, stood up straight and had an air of otherworldly wisdom on his face. "I am Ji Rong, a disciple of Kong Zhuang."
"How come your teacher hasn't heard of this?"
“My master lives in seclusion and does not concern himself with worldly affairs. However, my master is skilled in the art of war.”
Ji Rong's travel guide was from the state of Zheng. When he first arrived, he didn't take any action but instead observed the conversations of the people in the teahouse. The only money provided by the production team was used to buy him a pot of sake, and the person introduced him to the King of Zheng.
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