Chapter 138: Weight Loss Live Stream (Part Ten)

Chapter 138: Weight Loss Live Stream (Part Ten)

Is this cello, sturdy enough?

The lobby manager had been here for many years, musicians asked, "Is the cello expensive?" or "Is the material of the cello good?" but never has anyone asked, "Is the cello hard?"

This is a musical instrument! What does its quality have to do with its hardness??

The lobby manager felt an unsettling inkling that something was amiss.

"What kind of remark is that..."

Before he could finish, another staff member knocked on the preparation room door.

"Excuse the interruption, it's time for us to take the stage."

Xie Fangcheng nodded, and with the cello in tow, he followed the staff member to the backstage area.

The main banquet hall was incredibly spacious, the main stage adorned with a dreamlike setup. Extraterrestrial resources, unattainable even at a premium, were merely decorations here. Even the secondary stage on the right was lavishly outfitted.

The groom was already standing at the entrance, holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for the emcee to invite him onto the stage.

Every face in the banquet hall bore a smile.

Although it was a wedding, since the bride, Gu Fanxin, was the only daughter of the owner of Meilei Corporation, the event had turned into a rendezvous and networking venue for the upper crust of the Imperial Star.

Despite the sudden weight gain witnessed during Aunt Li's live broadcast of consuming their weight loss products, seemingly eroding public trust in them, it didn't matter. The core component of the weight loss pills was a radioactive substance. Direct contact with this radioactive material would cause instantaneous aging and death in humans. Only by combining it with other substances could the aging process be slowed, a technique exclusive to the Imperial Star.

To continue their relentless pursuit of skeletal thinness, these weight loss pills had become indispensable for them. Any fleeting distrust would eventually be forgotten as time passed.

As for the harmful effects of the radioactive substance... well, given the current state of affairs in the extraterrestrial colonies, even without the toxic weight loss products, the overly thin wouldn't live for long anyway.

Despite Meilei Corporation's second proven failure with their weight loss product causing a dip in market value, it was evidently far better than the decline faced by Lei Shou Company. The extraterrestrial colonies had more faith in renowned brands. For a behemoth like Meilei Corporation, a single "broadcast incident" was virtually insignificant. Didn't you see that the heiress Gu was still poised to have her wedding as planned, with the current head of the Gu family already in attendance?

The chaos outside was just that – chaos. It was their employees who were caught up in it, not these corporate tycoons. They just needed to give orders from the top.

At that moment, some individuals in the front row were conversing loudly with others beside them.

"Is there any drug on the market that's completely safe? Even if our weight loss pills do have issues, what does the death of a few extraterrestrials amount to?"

This remark was overheard by Xie Fangcheng, who had just come from the backstage to the front. His camera captured and relayed this statement perfectly to the viewers in the live streaming room, allowing them to hear it too.

The live streaming room remained eerily silent, like the calm sea before a storm, harboring an impending tempest.

Many viewers felt a deep sense of despair, with an unquenchable fire raging in their hearts but no outlet for release.

The Imperial Star, which had siphoned the resources of the entire star system, resembled a giant encased in heavy armor and wielding a sharp spear, while the other star systems were inhabited by impoverished, emaciated little people.

How could they make the heinously sinful Imperial Star pay for its crimes?

It seemed to be a long-lasting topic of discussion, starting with technological advancements... no, beginning with refusing to use weight loss pills and not funneling money into these large corporations.

But while I think this way, do others share the sentiment? Or do most people prefer to muddle through, like blinded donkeys, pretending nothing is happening and continuing to tread the mill?

Just as numerous people were hesitating, they saw, on the live broadcast screen, the host holding a pricey and cumbersome cello, bypassing the staff member who was instructing him to perform well shortly, nimbly jumping off the secondary stage, and walking straight to the person who had spoken earlier.

"Wang Qin?"

Wang Qin was engrossed in his grandiose speech. Hearing his name, he turned his head first and paused upon seeing the other's face. He paused again when he noticed the cello being carried by him.

He frequents this hotel, but the person previously in charge of the cello performance didn't seem to look like this, did they...?

"Huh?"

Before Wang Qin could fully voice his confusion, it transformed into a scream that echoed throughout the entire banquet hall— a scream that reverberated on a physical level.

"Aaaaaaah!"

With a swing of his cello, Xie Fangcheng sent Wang Qin flying like a ping pong ball being struck by a paddle. Instantaneously propelled from the vicinity of the main stage, he screamed all the way until he crashed at the banquet hall's entrance, dozens of meters away. Hitting the door, his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious.

Everything unfolded so swiftly, in the blink of an eye, many people hadn't yet grasped what was happening when they witnessed the state Wang Qin was left in.

"Damn... Who the hell are you?! What do you think you're doing?!"

This question was on the minds of not only the people in the banquet hall but also the viewers in the live broadcast room and the lobby manager in the backstage who was staring up at the screen in shock.

Wang Qin was a renowned entrepreneur, here accompanying the younger generation of his family.

Now that he was sent flying, the younger and vigorous members of the Wang family finally snapped back to reality, rushing forward in rage to confront him.

Xie Fangcheng swung his expensive cello mercilessly, the continuous cries of "ah, ah, ah" mingling with the dull thuds emanating from the instrument, adding a peculiar liveliness to the entire venue.

Witnessing the members of the Wang family being beaten senselessly, the CEO who was chatting with Wang Qin earlier quickly stepped in to intervene.

"Young man, this is the wedding of Meilei Company's heiress, even if you have grievances with Old Wang, this isn't the time..."

"Thud"— "Aaaaaaah"— "Bang".

Another one was sent flying, leaving those who initially assumed this altercation stemmed from a vendetta against the Wang family completely stunned.

What exactly is this person trying to achieve?! Why are his attacks so indiscriminate??

The groom, who was originally waiting at the entrance holding flowers, couldn't care less now. Handing the bouquet to someone beside him, he rushed over, exuding a formidable presence.

"Are you seeking death? Attacking people at my, Lin Dongxiang's wedding? You have a death wish..."

Followed by another crisp "smack" and a series of "aaaaahs".

The entire venue fell into a momentary silence before erupting into chaos.

"Who the hell is this guy? Who invited him? A lunatic?!"

"Get the security in here to arrest him, quick! Security! Security!"

"Where are the hotel management staff? Why aren't they taking action?"

Soon, those who were wondering what Xie Fangcheng was up to finally understood his intentions.

The cello in Manager Xie's hands swung around like a whirlwind, a tempest that swept from south to north, from east to west, leaving a trail of screams and a path of destruction in its wake, resulting in either death or injury.

When was the last time these "entrepreneurs," who sit high and mighty on the Imperial Star, looking down upon other inhabitants as nothing more than chaff, were ever struck down? They have always been idolized, their graceful demeanor maintained through the blood and flesh of others. Now, as Xie Fangcheng storms in, these self-proclaimed emperors are finally revealing their true colors.

It turns out, they are nothing more than mortal vessels unable to withstand a single blow from his cello.

Xie Fangcheng's assault is absurdly ferocious. Using a cello to strike others is one thing, but somehow, despite its bulky frame, he wields it like a rod, conjuring winds with every swing. Those trying to evade him are reminiscent of ducks being pelted with stones, frantic and quacking as they scatter in panic.

Everything unfolded so suddenly. By the time the hotel staff regained their composure and the security guards arrived with guns at the ready, this whirlwind had already toppled nearly half of the entrepreneurs present.

"Fire, now!"

The guns in the hands of the security guards were equipped with automatic tracking. Bullets were rapidly directed at Xie Fangcheng, but he moved as if he had eyes on the back of his head, bending backward in an impossible nearly ninety-degree angle, defying the laws of physics, yet never relinquishing his grip on the cello, continuing to use it to strike out.

The bullets returning were blocked by people who had been knocked over, and with that strike, the cello in Xie Fangcheng's hands snapped.

"It's quite sturdy after all," Xie Fangcheng muttered under his breath.

Just as people around him breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that his attack prowess would diminish without a weapon, they witnessed him drawing forth a golden greatsword that seemed much more lethal than a cello. The sword gleamed menacingly, indicating a much more painful fate for those who would be struck by it.

A chorus of screams erupted.

Being closer to the center of the venue indicated a higher standing on the Imperial Star, a prestigious lineage. This had always been a source of pride. However, at this moment, those who were slightly more peripheral, those near the walls and doors, whom they looked down upon as less "promising" entrepreneurs, had seized the opportunity to flee as Xie Fangcheng relentlessly attacked. Those at the center desperately raced towards the exit, a short distance suddenly feeling like a marathon.

But running proved futile, the entrances were now jammed. Outside, a mass of security guards tried to enter, while inside, a throng of entrepreneurs attempted to escape. The doorway, after all, had its limits, and soon became impassable amidst the chaos.

Inside the door, Xie Fangcheng was in pursuit, while outside, people clamored to get in and out, creating a harmonious chaos amidst the screams.

Only now did the viewers watching the live broadcast begin to recover their senses.

"Who exactly is this guy?? From which star system? This is just too intense, isn't it??"

"These people are nothing more than beasts! Good on him for teaching them a lesson! I'm going to fly to the Imperial Star too!"

"Damn... Can it really be done like this?? A direct assault??"

At this moment, a message appeared in the chat: "Why not?"

Yes, indeed!

Observing the bosses who were usually aloof and superior on screen, it became clear that they too feared pain and death.

Beneath the armor fabricated by the wealth and technology of the Imperial Star, they remained, fundamentally, "human", no different from those in the ordinary star systems.

As the public realized that these individuals were merely humans who could die if killed, Zhang Dao'an's livestream finally began at this very moment.

In his hands was a thick stack of research reports, the findings spanning nearly a hundred years, showcasing results that could only be seen on the Imperial Star.

The data vividly detailed the adverse consequences of excessive thinness, including shortened lifespan and deteriorating health, and highlighted the harmful radiation substances in weight loss drugs, which could inflict irreversible damage upon the human body.

The live room quickly gained popularity, Zhang Dao'an's calm demeanor and professional explanation were highly convincing. Moreover, he initiated a forced connection between the networks of the Imperial Star and the outer star systems.

For the first time, individuals from the outer star systems witnessed the voices echoing on the Imperial Star's internet.

These individuals, who are unequivocally part of the same human race, discuss with unrestrained fervor on their own cyber network about the "ignorant masses" of other star systems, ridiculing their pursuit of weight loss as a life goal. Ironically, it was they who introduced this concept to the other star systems, manipulating public opinion and coercing the aesthetic preferences of all, establishing thinness as the pinnacle of beauty.

"I seek vengeance! My family are all victims of excessive weight loss! My parents passed away prematurely, and last year, my sister experienced dizziness while walking on the street; she fell, and despite being rushed to the hospital, could not be saved. And now, here I am, lying in a hospital bed having sold my house and spaceship to buy a mere three grams of cleansing stone... All of this is their doing! They have brought ruin to our entire star system!"

"Had it not been for this extreme weight loss, my wife and I would still be together! Damn it, I am joining the fight too!"

"Charge!! Board the spaceships and head for the Imperial Star to avenge ourselves and our families!!"