The hosts were all professionally trained and had excellent command of the situation. However, even the most seasoned of them were momentarily at a loss for words when faced with Wei Ye's response. To avoid a dull moment, they could only stiffly twitch their lips: "You're such a joke."
Wei Ye glanced at her, pursed his thin lips into a harsh line, and did not respond.
The scene was so awkward that it was suffocating.
The host continued with a stiff smile, trying to save the situation: "It's clear that you have high hopes for your child. As an elder, what do you want to say to him, or what expectations do you have for him?"
Wei Ye: "As the ancients said: 'Try to watch the crabs with a cold eye, and see how long you can run rampant.'"
Five-star hotel.
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen lay on the big bed, simply covered with quilts and watching TV.
The high-definition camera captured every change in Wei Ye's expression perfectly.
Fang Shan's gaze never left the television screen, and he sighed with deep emotion, "I think what he really meant was, 'Sir, why don't you rise like the wind and soar to the sky?'"
"..." Wei Sushen pressed his eyebrows: "When will the live broadcast end?"
Fang Shan searched online: "Five-thirty."
Wei Sushen glanced at the time. Fifteen minutes was more than enough time. He first verified himself as a contestant on the social platform, and then forwarded the program team's preview to build momentum for himself.
He currently has 180,000 followers, and as news spreads online, further breakthroughs will be easy.
Fang Shan: "The difficulty of this daily task is not in accumulating fans, but in holding a large-scale speech."
Netizens may follow someone because of their humor or entertainment value, but if you want them to become a real consumer group, you have to make them recognize your talent and be willing to pay for the ticket.
Wei Sushen nodded. After gaining popularity, this was the first point he needed to consider.
Fang Shan is very confident about this.
As a truly wealthy man's son, down-to-earth and handsome, netizens are still very happy with his words. If someone else had made such remarks, it is estimated that they would not have caused any waves at all.
"Change the name." Fang Shan suggested: "The host's current name is too esoteric, and many people may have difficulty searching for it."
Wei Sushen muted the phone: "What do you think is a good name?"
Fang Shan stopped paying attention to Wei Ye who was being interviewed and casually said, "National husband, national male god, etc."
Wei Sushen calmly typed the following string of characters: The pride of the entire village.
Fang Shan: "...Okay, you're really fashionable."
Seeing that there were already quite a few comments under Wei Sushen's Weibo, Fang Shan picked out a few replies for him. After Wei Sushen got his phone back, he glanced at them casually and turned it off.
There are still two minutes left before the live broadcast ends.
If you turn off the sound of the TV and just watch the picture, you can more clearly appreciate the emotions conveyed by the host's changing expressions.
When they finally stood up and shook hands to say goodbye, Fang Shan clearly saw that the host was relieved.
I turned off the TV, got out of bed, and poured a glass of warm water for Wei Sushen: "Is this a bit of an exaggeration?"
Judging from Wei Ye's interview performance today, it seemed he had already watched "Super Speaker." Since he hadn't caused any trouble last night, perhaps this matter would just pass.
No one knows a father better than his son. Wei Sushen curled his lips coldly and said, "During that time, he must have been thinking about how to punish me."
A man's Adam's apple has a unique charm when he drinks water, and Wei Sushen is no exception.
Fang Shan had no interest in appreciating the beauty. Instead, he seemed to be pondering a long philosophical truth: "Are you...really father and son?"
This is not just a mutual trap, it is clearly an attempt to push the other party into hell.
Wei Sushen said calmly, "When I was five years old, he told me that I was actually the son of God, and he was the father of all gods."
"..." Fang Shan adjusted his expression and asked tentatively, "You don't believe it?"
Wei Sushen emphasized: "I was only five years old at that time."
Fang Shan: "What happened next?"
Wei Sushen: "My father said that God wants to listen to human prayers, so he sent me to learn eight languages."
According to Jiang Meiling's educational philosophy, children don't need to be exceptional; a happy childhood is more important. Before he turned ten, Wei Ye's remarks had convinced him of the supposed identity of God. He seized every opportunity to learn the languages and cultures of various countries, hoping to fulfill his mission before adulthood.
After a long silence, Fang Shan didn't know what to say to comfort him. In the end, those unspeakable feelings turned into a light sigh, and he patted Wei Sushen's shoulder soothingly: "Knowing shame will lead to courage."
Not long after, he couldn't suppress his curiosity: "Why didn't Wei Supei achieve the same achievements as you?"
Wei Sushen: "He didn't learn anything, so he considered himself the God of Food and ate himself to death until he became what he is today."
Fang Shan was silent again.
Compared to Wei Ye, his own tricks were nothing. The latter was so sick that he even spared his children.
Not daring to dwell on it, Fang Shan began searching for video footage of large-scale speeches. To his disappointment, even for a master speaker, it was difficult to consistently draw crowds.
"We hold ten lectures a year, which means one every month or so on average." Fang Shan frowned. "Time is tight, and we must ensure that none of them fail."
Wei Sushen: "You can use your identity as a successful entrepreneur."
Fang Shan turned his head to look at him.
Wei Sushen said slowly: "School will be a good publicity point."
Universities occasionally invite outstanding entrepreneurs or alumni to give lectures.
Fang Shan said bluntly, "It's not easy to wait for their invitation."
Wei Sushen once again gave the familiar answer: "Use money to hit it."
“…”
"I'll have Arthur contact a few schools and offer to fund the construction of teaching buildings. They won't refuse lectures."
"That's a good idea." Fang Shan nodded. "There's just one thing. Since the requirements specifically mention 'large-scale,' there must be a requirement for the number of participants. The school is a good platform, but it may not guarantee 100% success."
Wei Sushen narrowed his eyes. It was indeed not easy to do this.
Fang Shan suddenly smiled. "We already have a preliminary plan. All we need to do is put it into practice. We just need to refine the specific details."
We didn't leave the hotel at night and ordered a high-end meal.
Fang Shan abandoned the steak and drank his red wine happily. "The host has been off for two hours. I wonder what the situation is like outside right now?"
Wei Sushen took a sip of red wine and roughly imagined something. After a moment, he sighed softly and looked at the dark night outside.
Wei Ye is a smart man, and he will probably take advantage of this opportunity to move back first.
The Wei family villa can be seen from a long distance at night.
The fountain is closed at night, and the night breeze replaces the coolness of the splashing water.
Not long after Chen Bingying left, the little fat boy was painfully reviewing his lessons under the supervision of the housekeeper. Hearing a noise outside the door, the little fat boy threw his books aside and ran over quickly.
After looking through the peephole, he didn't help open the door. Instead, he shouted to the upstairs: "Mom, the angel with broken wings is home!"
Jiang Meiling walked down the stairs, and almost at the same time, Wei Ye pushed the door in.
Jiang Meiling looked at him with sympathy in her eyes.
Wei Ye had already thought of a way to deal with Wei Sushen, but unexpectedly the other party turned off his phone and his location could not be found. He could only hold back his complaints in his heart.
Businessmen always put profit first. Wei Ye put aside the idea of revenge and tried to seize this opportunity as much as possible, using his wife's mercy to return home.
After being married for so many years, Jiang Meiling also gave him a way out, but still said something naughty: "You're back so soon?"
Wei Ye went to extreme lengths to gain sympathy, saying rather exaggeratedly, "Everyone outside is laughing at me."
Jiang Meiling naturally didn't believe his nonsense. Even if he had any thoughts, he wouldn't be so fearless as to show them in front of Wei Ye. She shook her head, but finally relented and went over to help him carry the luggage into the house.
Wei Ye drank a sip of the ice water handed to him by the butler, and the temperature of his voice was almost as cold as the water: "When that little bastard comes back, he will suffer."
Jiang Meiling was unexpectedly calm: "Justice is clear, retribution will come. Just take it as a tit for tat."
Wei Ye frowned.
Jiang Meiling reminded calmly: "Son of God."
Wei Ye rarely showed a hint of guilt in his eyes.
"Every sip and every peck. He just said you were Shugo Chara on TV. It's a good thing he didn't reveal the secrets of the Father of the Gods."
After hearing this, the fat boy who was watching the show began to tremble with anger. Although he became fat because he had no self-control in the past, part of the blame should also be attributed to the other party.
Noticing his accusing gaze, Wei Ye sneered, "You two brothers have adopted the same motivational strategy, but you two are developing in completely different directions."
As a reference to a failed life, the fat boy’s indignation came to an end here.
Following Wei Sushen, the screen shot of Wei Ye being interviewed was screenshotted and made into an emoticon package with the caption "Guardian Angel". Different from the real situation, netizens' thoughts went to the other extreme -
Am I the only one who thinks Shugo Chara and Guardian Angel are really sweet? "
"+1 for the upstairs post. This strong father-son love makes my girlish heart full."
"You two seem like serious people, but I didn't expect you to be so down-to-earth in your daily interactions."
“…”
When people see that the relationships between the super-rich and their families are similar to those of ordinary families, they tend to be drawn to them. This is a subtle psychological phenomenon, perhaps due to the over-the-top depictions of the struggles among wealthy families in TV dramas of the past, which naturally leads people to think of a fight over the family fortune.
When Fang Shan saw these comments at the hotel, he couldn't help but reply to the comment with the most likes using his secondary account: [Thinking too much. They just want to screw each other over.]
However, after a while, I received a lot of abuse.
“Some people are just jealous.”
“If you can’t eat the grapes, you say they are sour.”
"Both parties have admitted that they want to be each other's angels. I don't understand why they are so jealous."
Many people also sent private messages to curse him. Fang Shan said "huh" lightly and picked out a few people who made long personal attacks on him, as if he was going to take action.
Wei Sushen frowned slightly: "What are you going to do?"
Fang Shan sneered, "Hack their computers along the network cable."
Wei Sushen's eyes froze for a moment.
Fang Shan shrugged. "As a highly intelligent system, being able to attack people along the network line is a basic configuration."
Using a glass of wine to attract his attention, Wei Sushen temporarily confiscated Fang Shan's phone. They looked at each other seriously and said, "Stay away from the Internet and cherish your life."
Fang Shan nodded seriously and said sincerely, "I cherish life."
"It makes you cherish other people's lives."
Fang Shan raised an eyebrow, his thin lips moving but silent, a tacit agreement. But within three seconds, he muttered, "I just want to put a sack on him and give him a good beating. I won't kill him."
At best, it is a bit bad in nature.
Wei Sushen was watching a speech video and said "hmm" perfunctorily.
Looking at his aloof demeanor, Fang Shan curled his lips slightly: "If someone insults the host, and even insults his parents and three generations, wouldn't you want to beat him up?"
"Hitting people is not advisable," Wei Sushen frowned, "It's not much different from verbal violence in terms of realm."
Fang Shan thought about it and it seemed to make some sense. He said, "What would you do? Just endure it?"
Wei Sushen glanced at him and said, "Of course, it's to make the other party bankrupt."
Fang Shan was speechless.
Night falls especially early in the hotel, and staying here seems to bring people sleepiness endlessly.
Wei Sushen's features were quite deep and captivating under the light. Fang Shan admired his beauty without blinking, and he almost felt sleepy. He yawned, "Becoming a lecturer takes time. Going to bed early and getting up early is a good habit."
After checking the time, Wei Sushen took a sip of tea and said, "You go to sleep first. I'll watch for a while."
Fang Shan didn't argue. He looked up at the ceiling and suddenly recalled something that had happened not long before they met. Back then, Wei Sushen wanted to become a teacher at Egg Academy and had simply produced his existing teaching certificate. He'd thought it was ridiculous at the time, believing it to be fake, but now, thinking about it, it was very likely genuine.
This person has never been the type to sit and wait for death. Things like diving certificates and swimming training classes... sound ridiculous, but he is preparing seriously.
“What a pity.”
Fang Shan's mumbling successfully attracted Wei Sushen's attention: "What are you regretting again?"
Fang Shan sighed, "Your family ruined you."
Wei Sushen stared at him for a few seconds, thinking he'd misheard. Fang Shan counted on his fingers, analyzing, "With a personality similar to the host's, diligent and willing to learn, if born into a difficult environment, he would surely strive to become a successful person, completing the transformation from a slum boy to the father of a business empire."
Wei Sushen was helpless and did not interrupt his soliloquy, allowing the system to immerse itself in the world of fantasy.
Unconsciously, the clock hand slipped past another tick. He turned on his phone just before going to sleep and, as expected, received dozens of missed calls from Wei Ye. To his surprise, there was also a text message from Wei Supei.
The content is extremely simple: Chen Bingying has a boyfriend.
Wei Sushen replied: Please study hard.
Even after turning off the bedside lamp, I didn't feel too sleepy. The scene I saw at the convenience store entrance a few days ago suddenly flashed back to my mind. The man who had been chatting and laughing with Chen Bingying was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, so I couldn't see his face clearly. But from his outline, he looked a bit like Du Hong.
Fang Shan had already lain down, and like him, he was as energized as a chicken, with a pair of clear eyes. "What evil plan is the host planning? Share it with me."
Wei Sushen mentioned Chen Bingying: "She does have some tricks up her sleeve. We planted the seeds of suspicion in Du Hong's mind beforehand, and yet the two of them were still able to connect."
"That's normal. Hooking up is the specialty of the Mary Sue system." Fang Shan wasn't surprised. "I heard Du Hong's reputation as a playboy is just as good as Zhao Shi's. Even if they were in a relationship, it's hard to say how much sincerity he has for her."
The curtains were not completely drawn, and the moonlight outlined Wei Sushen's profile, bringing out a bit of coldness: "Why didn't you kill Chen Bingying's system?"
Fang Shan said indifferently: "At your request."
He answered quickly, without any hesitation at all. For a moment, Wei Sushen believed his lies, but then he turned his face away and said calmly, "Tell the truth."
Fang Shan's eyes suddenly turned gloomy. "A small chess piece pushed out by someone. Whether it moves or not is harmless."
Wei Sushen raised his eyebrows slightly, realizing something... Although Fang Shan was fooling around, it was too exaggerated to be drunk and miss work time, especially since he was drunk for almost a whole year. How many tricks were there? I'm afraid only the person involved knows.
With about seven hours until sunrise, the two chatted for most of the night. The next day, one with panda eyes, the other with bloodshot eyes, they greeted the new day together.
Staying in a hotel has its fair share of inconveniences. At night, customers frequently check in, making the slamming of doors noisy. During the day, the music played from the shops across the street makes it impossible to relax. Fang Shan ate a simple breakfast and asked hopefully, "When can we go back?"
"Don't think too much," Wei Sushen said sympathetically, "Just treat this place as your home for now."
After hearing this, Fang Shan wiped his face and a sigh escaped from between his fingers.
·
As a new variety show, "Super Speaker" has naturally maintained stable ratings thanks to its sound marketing. Most of the contestants are truly gifted speakers, and the most eye-catching of them all is still Wei Sushen.
His family background, face, figure, a little bit of dry humor, and the unexpected "interaction across the air" with Wei Ye all caught him off guard and made him angry.
Fang Shan was very satisfied after seeing the popularity online. He asked Wei Sushen with a smile: "Do you know what to do first after becoming famous?"
Wei Sushen said without hesitation: "Contact the production team and ask for a pay increase."
Fang Shan's smile gradually froze. "Could you please not be so mercenary? The host should continue to increase his exposure and prepare for the next recording session."
Wei Sushen estimated the numbers and thought that if he participated once more, he would be able to complete the target of gaining fans and arrange for the lecture to be put on the agenda as soon as possible. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Can I book the whole place myself and invite others to come and watch?"
Fang Shan took a breath and said slowly, "That's impossible. Buying just a few tickets might be okay, but buying too many will make them invalid."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly, then asked, "How many tickets do you want to buy at most?"
Fang Shan looked at him in shock. The host in his memory was clearly an upright and hardworking young man, but he didn't know who had influenced him, but he actually started to learn how to find loopholes.
While making plans for the future, he received a call from the director. On the surface, it was a reminder for Wei Sushen not to miss the recording time, but in fact it was a subtle hint that he should not quit at this time.
These wealthy kids have no shortage of fame and fortune, and the director has no way to manipulate them except to see how they feel, so he adopts a very friendly attitude: "If you have any difficulties, please communicate with the production team immediately."
Wei Sushen said as a matter of course: "Raise the price."
director:"……"
What happened to the promise of not lacking fame and fortune?
Under Fang Shan's contemptuous look, Wei Sushen negotiated the price with the director.
The next episode will test the contestants' ability to perform on the spot, and the topics of their speeches will be given on the spot, which means that Fang Shan cannot help them write the scripts in advance.
"What will the host do without me?" Fang Shan was almost worried about him.
Wei Sushen's eyes moved slightly: "It's just a speech."
Looking at his calm demeanor and his confidence in winning, Fang Shan had a vague feeling that the result might be even less reliable than his own.
No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't change the fact that Wei Sushen was working hard. Unfortunately, the weather was not good. When it just got dark, the lights in the room went out in an instant, and then the WiFi was disconnected.
The sound of doors opening one after another could be heard in the corridor, and people were whispering about whether there was a power outage.
Fang Shan gloated, "God doesn't even allow you to study."
Wei Sushen shook his head. It was still unknown when the call would come. His phone had little battery left, so he had to give up for the time being.
As he walked to the window and opened the curtains, his expression suddenly changed.
With the help of the last rays of the setting sun, Fang Shan could barely discern some of his emotions, which was a slight surprise.
"What happened out there?"
His first reaction was that he saw something, but when Fang Shan walked over, he only saw pedestrians walking hurriedly on the road.
Wei Sushen: "The program is reminding optimization."
Fang Shan's eyes flickered with a strange light: "Just put it in the background to download."
Wei Sushen had only heard of dividing the brain into the cerebellum and the cerebrum, but this was the first time he had heard of the division into front and back stages.
After some thought, I roughly did what he said.
Fang Shan was obviously experienced and began pacing around the room. "Program updates are a good thing. Every update brings new features."
Having been tricked countless times, Wei Sushen was more worried than excited: "Are new features good or bad?"
Fang Shan laughed. "Of course they're all good. Just like the last update, it allows the system to follow the host in animal form, whereas before it was limited to humans."
By the time he had explained the general idea, the program had been updated.
A few lines of small words automatically appear on the main interface:
Update time: 2XXX
New version features: New daily task upgrade
Every upgrade is to provide you with better service, thank you for your support!
Fang Shan possessed Wei Sushen's brain in time and found that there was an extra star symbol next to the daily tasks.
Wei Sushen tried to contact it, and new information was immediately presented: Each upgrade task requires 5 Sushuang degrees, and props are randomly triggered, and the task difficulty can be reduced by 5%. Please choose whether to upgrade.
Wei Sushen wasn't lacking in coolness, but rather in face value. With a brand new feature right before his eyes, it would be unreasonable to ignore it.
Fang Shan: "Let's try it."
Both parties had the same idea. Wei Sushen hesitated for a moment, but still chose "yes."
[Mission 'The Brightest Star' successfully upgraded.]
Obtain the item 'External Aid x1'.
Foreign aid: System Fang Shan, codename 666.
The orator mission is upgraded to a crosstalk performance.
Note: The popularity of two people will help increase attendance. 】
The still air was filled with a terrifying silence. After a long moment, Wei Sushen slowly raised his head, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Can I return it?"
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