Chapter 98

"I feel it's weird too, let me pull one out and see."

"Why are the words on this different?"

"Huaxia... Underworld Currency Bank."

"Underworld currency!? Holy crap!!! Everyone throw it away, it's bad luck!"

The Cameraman and the Foreman were both dumbfounded.

Fang Yang sat in the driver's cab, smiling and shaking his head.

【Popularity】 +1+1+1+1....

——【Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. I was so envious just a moment ago, but the reversal happened too fast. Who is so malicious to throw underworld currency here?】

——【The key is that this money looks exactly like the real thing. If you don't look closely at the text, you'd really think it's money.】

——【Talking about it is all tears. Once, while walking past a supermarket at night, I saw a hundred-yuan bill. I was curious why no one picked it up, but I didn't think much and just grabbed it. Everyone around me looked at me with strange eyes; I thought they were envious of me, until I saw the words 'Huaxia Underworld Currency Bank', and I died of embarrassment on the spot.】

——【That's nothing. Last time I saw money pressed under a brick on a grave, I thought whose family was so rich to use money to press it down. Only after I took it off did I realize it was damn underworld currency. It makes me burn incense every day now to pray for peace.】

——【These underworld currency merchants are really malicious, daring to make any kind of money. Aren't they afraid the Public Security Bureau will investigate them for making counterfeit money!】

——【No wonder Fang Yang threw it away like trash earlier. Seeing Fang Yang get played, this feeling is even happier than me making money.】

Foreman Wang also reacted and said with a bitter smile: "I told you all not to take it. Besides, even if it were real, you might go to jail for taking it!"

The workers didn't look too good, especially the more superstitious ones, who were already putting their hands together, praying to the heavens, and muttering about good luck and bad luck going away!

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and the Foreman put the underworld currency back into the black plastic bag and threw it far away.

Fang Yang could start working again.

As the excavator dug deeper and deeper.

Seeing the soil being dug to a depth of nearly one meter.

Suddenly!

A 'Puff~~' sound!

It was like it had hit something, but it wasn't very hard.

Fang Yang froze. This feeling!! It definitely wasn't a rock, so what was it?

Out of curiosity, he decided to dig it out and see.

This time, he tried to avoid the previous spot and started digging from both sides.

Very quickly.

A white object could be vaguely seen in the soil.

The Cameraman exclaimed again: "Brother, there seems to be something in the dirt!"

Fang Yang saw it too.

Everyone around saw it, and they all curiously gathered around.

"Dug up something again?"

"White? Looks like it hasn't been buried long. Could it be a dead person? I often see on TV that people bury dead bodies in the wilderness."

"Can't be that unlucky, right? It doesn't look like it."

Fang Yang also leaned his head out for a long time, unable to tell what it was.

The main thing was that it was white!

He racked his brains but couldn't think of what it could be.

But he could be sure it wasn't a corpse, because when he was digging just now, he clearly felt it was much harder than flesh.

But much softer than a rock.

After thinking for a while and not understanding, he simply decided to keep digging.

As a series of buzzing sounds rang out.

Fang Yang kept digging along its perimeter.

Very quickly.

Its true colors were revealed before everyone's eyes.

It was actually a large white plastic bucket covered in a thin film!

Who could have guessed this?

Buried one meter deep underground was a plastic bucket.

The workers discussed it heatedly.

"Could it be buried wine?"

"Are you stupid? Does your family use plastic buckets for wine? I feel like it's pickled vegetables!"

"That's also unlikely. What exactly is it? Let's dig it out and see."

"Could it be a dead person? Dismembered?"

"Eww!! What's wrong with you, always talking about dead people? Have you done that before?"

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the program production conference room.

The Manager sat at the head of the table, looking haggard, holding a meeting with all the supervisors.

"Let's all talk about it. We are now facing high breach-of-contract penalties from sponsors. Some advertisers are easier to talk to, and it's over once we refund the money, but some are asking for the moon and insist on compensation according to the contract. The main thing is that some people refuse to take a refund and insist on placing ads in the livestream room on the 26th. If we don't give them the space, they'll sue us in court. I'm not afraid of losing a lawsuit; I'm afraid of the huge impact it will have on the program."

The supervisors below also had messy hair and large dark circles under their eyes.

Clearly, they hadn't slept much from last night until now.

It could be said that in these short ten-plus hours, they had experienced great ups and downs.

Even now, scenes from before would involuntarily pop into their minds.

One of the supervisors stood up to express his opinion.

"Manager, the advertiser issue is already a foregone conclusion; there's nothing we can do about it. And looking at it now, we absolutely cannot place ads in the livestream room on the 26th. As soon as we place one, others will crazily demand to join, and we won't be able to handle it. So, we should just pay the compensation as required, and for those who don't want a refund, we can only drag it out."

"I agree too. We can discuss with them about placing ads in the livestream rooms of other contestants, but absolutely not in the 26th's. His traffic is really too high; we can't control it. Just like the tips this morning, I've already asked the department to calculate it. In less than an hour, the tip amount exceeded 10 million. And the number of people tipping exceeded 30,000!"

"Speaking of tips, I actually think we can capitalize on it. This money comes in too fast. At the rate of the 26th, the daily tip amount could exceed 200 million. You have to know that our program's prize money is only 1 billion; he earns that in a week here. It's truly terrifying."

"That won't work. Did you forget the livestream room crashed this morning? Do you really think our network department is a god? With his traffic plus the tips, I can say this: it will definitely crash! As soon as it's enabled, I guarantee the livestream room will crash in a few minutes. It's impossible to manage."

"Then what should we do? This doesn't work, that doesn't work. If you ask me, if it really doesn't work, we can cooperate with the TV station, edit the contestants' videos into a recorded format and send it to the station for them to broadcast. We can also earn a sum. After all, home TV apps are very popular now; those who don't watch the livestream can also watch our program on TV."

"This suggestion is good. It doesn't worry about the livestream room crashing, it has no costs, and it can also promote it!"

Everyone echoed in agreement.

Even the Manager's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Alright, let's do it according to your suggestion. But the problem is, if we sell the contestants' recordings to the TV station, we definitely have to give the contestants a certain reward. How much do you think is appropriate?"

As soon as this was said, there was another heated discussion below.

"I think 40-60 is fine, we take 60, the contestant takes 40. Anyway, they don't have to do anything."

"No, that will get people complaining. 50-50 is better."

"I agree with 50-50, and it shouldn't be counted as the program's assets."

"But the problem is how to count the 26th? Is he also 50-50? I have a hunch that his viewership definitely accounts for more than 80% of the total."

"How about 40-60 for him? We take 40, he takes 60?"

"That's about right, I agree!"

After hearing the suggestions below, the Manager frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking: "I think it should be 20-80. We take 20, let him take 80. I have a hunch that even these 20% of the revenue will far exceed our imagination!"

"20-80? No way, giving that much?"

"80-20 is too exaggerated? That's outrageous."

"It's indeed too high. If other contestants find out, they will definitely be dissatisfied."

"Yes, Manager, you are giving too much."

However, the Manager didn't speak; instead, he pulled a document from under the table and threw it on the table.

"Everyone take a look!"

A few seconds later, he spoke again. ===== CHAPTER 99 =====