Li Anbang didn't care about connections or anything like that, but he had to use his connections and work hard to find all the masters of folk metaphysics.
He quickly called them, only to find himself blocked without even an explanation. Because the judges and guest speakers hadn't been confirmed, the production team hadn't signed contracts with the contestants yet; it was only a preliminary negotiation.
Li Anbang used his connections to inquire and found out that they had all been poached.
Director Sun, another director at the station with whom he had a bad relationship, was also planning a metaphysics program and had already invited an elder from the Four Symbols Sect to be the judge. The folk masters who had broken their contracts were poached for this program.
He had also heard of the Four Symbols Sect. Although it was not as good as the Wenshi Sect and the Taixu Sect, it was also a sect with some fame.
Apparently, Director Sun had inquired about the type of program he was producing and, knowing that he was not making good progress, he deliberately concocted one of the same type in preparation for a competition with him.
Li Anbang felt like he had been punched in the face several times. He was filled with anger, resentment, and helplessness.
He couldn't invite a heavyweight master of metaphysics, and many of his competitors had been poached. How could he compete with Sun Zongquan? Unless he was lucky enough to get Cheng Zhiming to accept his invitation.
He'd gotten this far thanks to his ability and hard work, and this was already his limit. He wasn't willing to give up just like that. It was clearly his idea for the show...
When he was about to call Cheng Zhiming for a final attempt, he received a call from Cheng Zhiming first.
"Teacher Cheng, regarding the cooperation, I--" Before he finished speaking, he heard Cheng Zhiming say on the other end of the phone.
【Sorry, I can't join your program. 】
Li Anbang couldn't help laughing. "Can't you really reconsider it? Our production team is really sincere."
Although I cannot participate, my master is interested in your program.
That one sentence shut down all of Li Anbang's thoughts. His eyes widened. Cheng Zhiming's master, wasn't that Shi Miao? He hadn't even dreamed of the possibility of a guest judge.
He couldn't help but pinch his thigh hard, and the pain made him cry.
I'm not dreaming! Could he be the legendary hero of the novel? Li Anbang can strike back again!
A sentence sounded in his mind at an inopportune time.
Three years have passed, welcome the return of the Dragon King.
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