Chapter 7: I Have a Phobia of Useless People

Chapter 7: I Have a Phobia of Useless People

The director behind the monitor, seeing the close-up of the suitcase, instantly went blank for half a second before reacting, "Quick, quick, quick, put a mosaic on it!"

"Absolutely cannot broadcast this!"

"We were finally allowed to air it!"

While shouting into his walkie-talkie, he ranted furiously,

Has Jian Li gone mad?!

Planning to go completely dark?!

And also,

Damn!

How did these things pass security?!

The special effects team heard the order from the walkie-talkie and belatedly zoomed in on Jian Li's suitcase.

The screen was filled with dazzling colors, and the stunned audience immediately took to their keyboards,

"Is the director scared?! Isn't this supposed to be the strongest survival show ever? 24-hour live broadcast, and now you're censoring?"

"Hahaha, probably got scared by Jian Li. A whole suitcase of contraband! And there are barely any clothes, mostly those thin outdoor outfits. That's pretty professional!"

"Did everyone see that?! Multi-functional knives, steel assembled nunchucks, 6E6 wire cutters, Alpha combat knives, NRS tactical knives, even a military shovel?! Jian Li brought all of this? Did he serve in a field unit?!"

"Come on?! Can we not overhype Jian Li? Probably bought them just for show. I don't believe he knows how to use any of them! If he does, I'll stand on my head... Wait, what is Jian Li doing?!"

"Are they all going to be confiscated?" Jian Li picked up the steel assembled nunchucks, "I just started getting attached, and now we have to part ways?"

His tone was casual as he casually swung the nunchucks around his body.

The movements were so fast, it was dizzying.

A few seconds later, he stuffed the nunchucks into the open-mouthed staff member's arms, "Fine, I'm good at hand-to-hand combat anyway."

"Uh... do you have to show off like that?"

"Brother Li, can you teach me the nunchucks? Last time, I almost broke my own arm!"

"It's just some fancy moves, and you're already intimidated? Haha, you really haven't seen anything!"

"You call those fancy moves? Show me one! Can you stop blindly hating?!"

After searching Jian Li's suitcase, the other guests also opened theirs.

Actor Huo Xiao had only necessary clothing.

Action actress Luo Xiaohong brought some cosmetics and a soft whip.

"These items need to be confiscated and returned after the show," said the staff member while collecting them.

Luo Xiaohong nodded, "Alright."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Yuanhang eagerly said, "My suitcase has no contraband, only a photo of my brother Lu Siqi. You know I often get sick, and my brother has always been with me..."

"Can you shut up?" An exasperated Luo Xiaohong finally lost her composure and rolled her eyes, "Who cares about your brotherly love?"

"Besides, every time you mess up, isn't it Jian Li who gives you blood?"

"What else does your brother do besides fart?"

"If you're so grateful, why don't you worship Jian Li?!"

Lu Yuanhang was shocked by the sudden scolding and looked over with red eyes.

"Stop crying all the time; it's annoying!" Luo Xiaohong turned away, clearly unwilling to look at him again.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

No one dared to speak.

Jian Li wasn't surprised by this situation.

In the original story, Luo Xiaohong always confronted the protagonist...

It made sense that she looked down on weaklings and rare blood types, given that she was the real daughter of the thirty-eighth generation master of a martial arts school. Participating in shows was merely a way to experience life and earn some extra money.

Raised in martial arts, she was determined to promote Huaguo martial arts. It was normal for her to have a phobia of useless people...

Looks like Lu Yuanhang's days are numbered.

Thinking this, he retracted his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

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Lu Siqi had just finished an acquisition meeting and returned to his office to check on the show's progress.

His assistant handed him the tablet, and he asked confidently, "How is it? Is Jian Li being scolded badly?"

"That... Mr. Lu, I'm not sure," the assistant said, looking slightly embarrassed.

Lu Siqi raised an eyebrow and turned the screen towards himself.

As he increased the volume, the line "What else does your brother do besides fart?" happened to come through.

He immediately turned grim, about to say something when the comments reappeared in his vision.

"Luo Xiaohong’s scolding was so satisfying! I’m officially a fan now! It’s really annoying how he keeps calling him 'brother.' Doesn’t Lu Yuanhang find it awkward?!"

"Haha, I’ve been enduring it too. Seeing Lu Yuanhang just gives me physical discomfort. Producers, admit it, did you let him join just to get him criticized?!"

"6666, loving Sister Hong's attitude. When the chase starts, she should kick the panda out first!"

As if in sync with the comments, the camera gave Lu Yuanhang a close-up, capturing every angle of his pitiable expression.

Lu Siqi’s face instantly darkened, his jaw tensing. When he looked up at his assistant, his gaze was icy. "Didn’t I tell you to handle Luo Xiaohong? Why is she targeting Xiao Hang?!"

"Mr. Lu," the assistant hesitated, "Luo Xiaohong doesn’t take money, doesn’t want resources, and has some unknown backing. There’s no way to deal with her."

Lu Siqi remained silent.

The assistant had skills; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted three years.

If even he says it’s impossible, then it must be truly difficult...

But it doesn’t matter. Even without Luo Xiaohong, the setup I arranged in the show is enough to boost Xiao Hang and tarnish Jian Li.

Lu Siqi curled his lips. "Find more influencers to turn the public opinion around."

"Understood."

The assistant responded, picking up his tablet and leaving the office.

With the door closing, Lu Siqi leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration. Suddenly remembering something, he got up and grabbed his phone,

But in the next moment, he paused, staring at the contact labeled ‘Bastard’s Son’ in his phonebook,

Damn it!

Jian Li has blocked me!

Who gave him the nerve?!