Chapter 137: Weight Loss Live Stream (IX)

Chapter 137: Weight Loss Live Stream (IX)

When these two names appeared on the screen, the entire live broadcast room fell silent.

The Meilei Company needs no introduction, being a well-known manufacturer of weight loss pills.

The Jingyi Weight Loss Company does not produce weight loss drugs, but specializes in creating "The Healthier You Eat" nutritional fluids. Their products are nearly twice as expensive as similar products on the market, but due to consistent endorsements from the Meilei Company, they have also risen to prominence.

When the 3D holographic standees of these two famous individuals appeared in the live stream, many viewers' initial reaction was "So fat."

Gu Fanxin of Meilei Company is a celebrity in the extraterrestrial circuit. Every photo and video of her features high cheekbones due to extreme thinness, yet she maintains an inexplicable sense of vitality. Her skin does not exhibit the waxen yellow pallor seen in many others who are frighteningly thin; instead, it emanates a refined and fair complexion.

Her "beauty" serves as the best living advertisement for Meilei Company. Everyone in the extraterrestrial circles aspires to attain her level of slimness, where despite the bony appearance, there is no loss of facial harmony, and the skin remains tight and flushed.

The Meilei Company has always proclaimed that their heiress maintains such a thin yet healthy appearance by consuming their weight loss pills daily, promoting not only weight loss but also a healthy complexion.

This claim has been widely accepted, as everyone knows that the Meilei Company is a family business with members known for their longevity.

But only Gu Fanxin knows the truth. The claims of daily consumption of weight loss pills leading to radiant beauty are nonsense... Excessively thin individuals rarely have a healthy appearance, as humans require fat to cushion their bodies and muscles to enhance their strength.

It's dictated by genetics; a healthy human body requires these components. Without muscles and fat, one simply cannot function well.

Dreaming of looking healthy while weighing just around 90 pounds? Preposterous.

All those photos and videos are highly photoshopped by professionals using technology far advanced than those in the extraterrestrial sectors, making it impossible to spot any flaws.

Unbeknownst to her, the very “lowly aliens” she had always looked down upon were discussing her fervently in the barrage of comments.

"Is that Gu Fanxin? Impossible! Gu Fanxin is renowned for her beauty, weighing only 21.39 kilograms! There's no way she could have transformed into this state!"

"Is the streamer playing a prank? How can this overweight individual possibly be the divine Xin Xin? Do you have any idea what the repercussions of spreading rumors about the heiress of the Meilei Corporation could be?"

However, it didn't take long for someone to notice that something was amiss.

"Look... it seems like she really is Gu Fanxin... Her facial features haven't changed significantly, even the distinctive mole at the end of her eyebrow is identical..."

"The place where this streamer is located is quite peculiar; the streets are filled with overweight individuals. The city doesn't seem impoverished, yet how could a prosperous city have so many overweight residents..."

"Also, a moment ago, when several luxury spaceships docked at the bay, I recognized one of them; it belongs to the second son of Duxing Pharmaceuticals, a hand-crafted vessel, the only one of its kind in the entire galaxy. I have an unsettling hunch..."

"Is the streamer on the Imperial Star?"

Realizing the guess was spot on, Xie Fangcheng uttered a confirmatory "Hmm," causing the chat to fall silent momentarily.

A myriad of people were struggling to comprehend the unfolding situation. No one had ever livestreamed from the Imperial Star before, supposedly due to its unfavorable location and unstable signals.

Besides, why has Gu Fanxin changed so dramatically?

The number of viewers in the livestream began to swell, many harboring a growing premonition that the answer might be chilling to the bone. If true, it would unveil a terrifying reality.

The audience surged from three thousand to thirty thousand, and soon escalated to three hundred thousand.

As Xie Fangcheng followed the lobby manager into the preparation room, the camera caught a fleeting glimpse of the grand banquet hall - a hub of opulence where guests mingled and exchanged toasts.

It is widely known in the extragalactic community that the raw materials required for space-folding technology are extremely scarce. From the more prosperous super planets to the remote galaxies, each planet is allocated a limited amount of resources, making space-folding technology exorbitantly expensive, utilized typically only for black hole transmissions.

However, in the moment the door swung open, it became evident that the banquet hall was at least three times larger than the land area of the hotel it was housed in.

Apart from the Imperial Star, other galaxies hesitated even to construct short-distance transit points, unable to afford the costly space-folding technology, leaving the public to travel by spacecraft, bearing the risks of cosmic storms.

Yet, here, this precious technology was deployed merely to expand room space, enhancing the comfort and luxury experience for the privileged few.

Just like the cleansing stones adorning the top of the hotel.

These cleansing stones are not gems; they lack a dazzling, irreplaceable halo of beauty. They are a type of meteorite, utilized since their discovery in the treatment of genetic diseases.

In this interstellar era, the mortality rate from genetic diseases remains high. Cleansing stones can stabilize the fracturing genetic sequences in patients, saving countless lives. A piece the size of a fingernail could save ten to twenty individuals, yet this valuable resource, which families deplete their entire wealth to obtain, is nonchalantly displayed as a mere decoration atop the hotel.

This constitutes a silent mockery and disdain.

The chat seemed eerily empty, as if the livestream was deserted, yet the system notification indicating five hundred thousand viewers underscored the absurdity and gravity of the scene.

Bypassing the main banquet hall entrance, the lobby manager led him through a backdoor, guiding him to the backstage preparation room.

"You've reviewed the schedule handed to you, haven't you?" the lobby manager inquired.

Xie Fangcheng let out a small gasp, eliciting a furrow of the brows from the hall manager, who chastised, "You really are... If you mess up the wedding of Meirei Corporation's heiress, you are going to be in serious trouble, I tell you!"

Xie Fangcheng chuckled softly, "Is it really that terrifying?"

The hall manager was about to continue his reprimand, but the door to the backstage preparation room swung open, and someone came in to call him away.

The preparation room was now solely occupied by Xie Fangcheng.

In the space age, cameras were known for their concealment. The ones used by Xie Fangcheng and his colleague were the latest technology — procured by Meirei Corporation for a hefty sum to document a weight loss competition involving a hundred contestants on live broadcast. Though the "hefty sum" was a drop in the bucket for Meirei Corporation, saving even a little was considered beneficial.

Consequently, not only were the contestants equipped with cameras on the spacecraft, but hidden cameras were also installed in each room, aimed to capture any unflattering moments of the future champion for potential blackmail.

The contestants were divided into six groups for the competition, which took place not on land but on a spacecraft. This confined environment provided a dual spectacle: the extraterrestrial viewers tuned in for a weight loss broadcast, while the tycoons of the Imperial Star enjoyed a brutal survival show.

After all, hurling someone into the void of space was an exceedingly convenient method of erasing any trace of them.

Xie Fangcheng and his colleague arrived at a fortunate time. The initial frenzied fluctuation in the number of competitors had stabilized, and the audience had grown tired of the dwindling fatalities, tuning out of the broadcast.

Zhang Dao'an had self-taught computer technology. Although the spacecraft and high-tech gadgets seemed dazzling, their cores remained unchanged. It didn't take long for him to pinpoint the locations of the hidden cameras after getting his hands on the system.

Both were equipped with such devices.

At that moment, Xie Fangcheng sat in the lounge, where a screen was live-streaming the grand banquet hall's events, assisting the standby personnel in determining the sequence of their entrance.

He was indulging in a plate of exquisite delicacies and desserts, some of which were recognized by viewers as being crafted from a rare and precious ingredient.

This was the Imperial Star.

Here, a meal casually arranged by a hall manager for a stranger — possibly even a disliked individual — constituted a luxury that many residents of remote star systems could never afford in their lifetime.

They adorned their spaces with cleansing stones and utilized space-folding technology for enhanced comfort, squandering precious resources acquired from the exploited, rather than offering a sliver of assistance to those from whom the resources were siphoned.

No one was foolish; witnessing the unfolding scenes, it was clear to all what was truly transpiring.

The notion of "thinner equals more beautiful" was nothing but a deceitful fabrication!

If being thin truly equated to being more beautiful, devoid of any adverse consequences, why were the magnates producing the weight loss drugs all corpulent and portly?

They peddled products they wouldn't dare consume themselves!

It wasn't clear who initiated it, but the chat soon came alive again, this time devoid of enthusiastic remarks, replaced by a series of names, each bearing the weight of blood on their hands.

"Sen Mian."

"Gu Fanxin."

"Song Tong."

"Li Deshen."

……

These are the "internet sensations" propelled by the Emperor Star, all live examples of individuals who "despite being affluent, remain zealously engaged in weight loss", none of them "weighing over fifty kilograms".

Among them are several "entrepreneurs", their slender photographs still gracing their personal profiles to this day.

A multitude of names have woven a vast web of lies, deceiving many for years.

One by one, vibrant lives have been drained into their luxurious wine glasses, becoming the plush carpets adorning the hotel floors.

Their "happiness" seems so ironic when countless others are in agony.

At this moment, the door to the resting room swung open once more.

The manager cast a glance at him, reminding, "It's almost your turn to go on stage! Wipe your mouth!"

Jie Fangcheng obligingly wiped his mouth clean, then pointed at the unfinished food on the table.

"Keep this for me, I'll come back to eat later."

What kind of bumpkin is this??

The manager rolled his eyes, responding sarcastically, "If the performance is successful, there will be a feast in your honor, what is this little food in comparison?"

Jie Fangcheng shook his head, sincerely saying, "I doubt there will be food later. Please, make sure to save it for me."

The manager, half-exasperated, thrust the cello at him.

"Hurry up!"

Holding the cello — to be honest, at this moment, the manager couldn't perceive any semblance of a cellist in him.

This young man holding the cello didn't resemble a musician at all... more like a vagabond holding a stick...

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he was stunned to see him actually swinging the cello about in his hand.

The cello, approximately 1.2 meters and weighing around ten kilograms, whooshed through the air in his grip, even producing a sound akin to that of an Erhu amidst the friction.

Is this... is this person really here to play the cello??

Why would a cellist swing the cello around like a stick??

Before the manager could make sense of the situation, the distinctly unique "part-time college student" inquired, "Is this cello sturdy enough?"