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Chapter 208 Protect the Emperor! Protect the Boss [0xT1P]! (3K)
What exactly is going on next?

The elevator doors opened on the 8th floor, and Lu Mingyuan returned unharmed.

Ze Ge was astonished and kept asking questions.

I thought that Lu Mingyuan would be badly injured this time, if not killed, at least severely.

At the height of the controversy, these internet celebrities and programmers who came to pay homage to the bigwig were unlikely to let him off easily.

And that's how it came about.

The question is, how exactly did Tang Yiping infiltrate the enemy's ranks?

"I don't know either." Lu Mingyuan himself was baffled.

He was supposed to be a suicide truck, using his own life to draw fire for Brother Ping, but he didn't explode, and the war ended.

Lu Mingyuan felt as if he had lived through another world.

Why did I, a suicide bomber, survive and leave the battlefield?

Then he leaned against the window and looked down.

Among the group of programmers below, Tang Yiping darted around like a fish.

He was holding a phone in his hand, seemingly taking photos and videos.

He would occasionally reach out and give directions, and many people would follow his instructions, stand in front of him, pose for his photos.

Lu Mingyuan looked on with a blank expression.

Everyone was confused. What exactly was going on?
Gao Yuxiang suddenly remembered something, took out his phone and scrolled through it.

Then he yelled, "Damn, this guy is shameless!"

He looked up and saw everyone's gaze, then quickly changed his tune, saying, "I meant, Brother Ping is just too awesome!"

He showed his phone to everyone.

"Up Close! A Live Stream of the Boss's Escort Operation [0xT1P]!" (Main post edit notes: "Encirclement" changed to "Escort," edited by "Bottle")
"L Station's officially authorized live streamer (self-proclaimed) Pingzi is here to report from the scene!"

"It's 10:25 a.m. right now. Colleagues from L Station and other websites have already gathered at the left entrance of Qihang Building. The front of Qihang Building is occupied by a large number of online celebrities from all over the country. Let me show you the situation on site."

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"How about that? Can you feel it? This scorching heat of online traffic, this overwhelming number of internet celebrities! I bet the combined fan base of all the internet celebrities here is larger than the entire world's population! I feel like I've fallen into a spider's hole... everything around me is just abstract and abstract. My friend just told me that in Hailing City right now, you can easily see Qihang Building on every video you scroll through. The hype is just too high. Should I start an account right now, do a live stream, and gain a huge following to debut on the spot?!"

"Let me show you the rest of the situation on site."

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"Brothers, big shots, classmates! Can you feel it? The lives of big shots are threatened! What if these internet celebrities catch them, and the big shots can't stand the harassment and disappear forever?"

"Our goal is to protect 0xT1P from traffic attacks!"

"I promise to protect 0xT1P: I will not harm him, take photos of him, or feed him!"

"The weather is hot, but everyone's heartfelt sincerity is even hotter."

"Hey 0xT1P, did you see that? Come out now! We'll escort you out of here!"

"Don't let our brothers who are waiting lose heart!"

On the 8th floor of Qihang Building, Gao Yuxiang's hand holding his phone was slightly crooked.

The heads of the several people crowding in front of his phone, also tilting slightly as they looked at their phones.

At that moment, a dense array of "???" appeared above the heads of the group of people simultaneously.

"What's wrong with this post?" Lu Mingyuan was still a little confused. "Are these guys here to protect Brother Ping?"

"No, boss, look at the important part! See that? This shooting angle is clearly from someone sitting down. Who else would take photos sitting down? And these photos have the same framing as what we just saw from upstairs. Can you guess who posted this? Here's a hint: check the poster's ID."

ID: Bottle.

Everyone was completely bewildered: "??????????????????"

"You mean... this post was... posted by Brother Ping himself?"

Am I hunting myself?

I'm calling for protection of myself?

I'm live-streaming?
The key point is... that they actually managed to fool someone?

It gave me a strange feeling of a relatively unknown science fiction writer using a pseudonym on a forum to encourage people to praise their own novel.

The people below were really misled: "What? Our mission is to protect the [0xT1P] master? Aren't we here to see the master's real identity?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. What if the big boss hears us and won't come out? We're here to protect the big boss!" Bottle replied.

"Yes, yes, yes! We're not here to watch the show!"

"That's right, we're here to protect the big boss!"

"Protecting the big boss is everyone's responsibility!"

"I just happened to be nearby, so I came to check things out! I didn't expect the mission to be so heavy today! Now I'll have to show my true strength!"

“My leader sent me to take a look. He wanted to come too, but he couldn’t get away. So, it’s impossible to come without overtime pay!”

"Protect the big boss! I'm ready at any time! Boss, our company has an elegant environment, a secluded location, convenient transportation, and no one around. Please move to our company!"

"I heard everything you were planning upstairs! Come work for our company, big shot! We're in a remote, undeveloped area, we don't even have a single internet celebrity, so you can definitely focus on coding here!"

Below, Tang Yiping updated photos and videos from several floors, and many programmers also showed up to say they were there and added photos and videos for everyone.

The scorching heat of the scene was palpable even through the screen.

Then Tang Yiping called out from afar: "[0xT1P] Boss, come out and reply! Don't let everyone's hearts grow cold!" "Do you think he'll switch to his main account and reply?" Ze Ge suddenly said.

Everyone tilted their heads and thought: "..."

“I think so. Ping is a real entertainer,” Gao Yuxiang said.

"I don't think so. With Pingzi's composure, he wouldn't allow himself to operate at such an extreme level; he would leave himself room to maneuver." Brother Ban had complete trust in his apprentice.

Then they saw Tang Yiping complaining in the post:

"Everyone's sweltering in the heat! Linghai Technology is really something, not even bringing us any water. What if we get heatstroke? Ah, it's so hot, I really want some cool iced tea!"

"Is Brother Ping giving us a task?"

"Based on my understanding of him, I think he was thirsty but too lazy to go buy water."

"It's not water, it's iced tea."

Everyone:"……"

This must be the truth.

then what should we do?

We definitely need to get this sorted out as soon as possible.

The whole world is having a headache, but only the person involved is having fun, right?

But what can we do? Let's hurry up and buy some water.

Unable to leave his house, Lu Mingyuan had to find a few unfamiliar programmers to go out of the underground parking garage to make purchases.

Just as Lu Mingyuan was racking his brains about what to do, the elevator doors opened, and the property manager led in several men dressed in shirts and uniforms of various colors.

"Mr. Lu, hello, hello!" Several people shook hands with Lu Mingyuan very politely, and then asked, "Mr. Lu, what exactly is going on here? Where is that programmer expert? What are your plans to do now?"

How should I handle this? How should I know?

My opinion doesn't count!

Lu Mingyuan truly had no relevant experience.

“I think we should distribute water to everyone first, because I’m worried that some of them might get heatstroke, which would be a real problem. Then we can think of other solutions later,” Lu Mingyuan said. “I’ve already asked my colleagues to go and buy some.”

"President Lu is very experienced!" Several people gave Lu Mingyuan a thumbs up. "We are also allocating resources and planning to call in a few fire trucks to spray water to cool down the surrounding area. However, these are just stopgap measures and won't be very effective. The key is to get them to leave."

"What was that big shot's name again?" a policeman in a white shirt asked. "Is he at the company now? We suggest he be moved immediately, and then we'll figure out a way to evacuate the crowd."

“Master, his name is [0xT1P].” A policeman in a blue shirt behind him said in a low voice.

"Yes, who is Zero-Fork-Kick-One-Fart? We can escort him away," said the policeman in the white shirt.

“Uh…” Lu Mingyuan didn’t know how to answer.

The current situation is a little complicated.

“I know his identity is confidential,” the police officer said, “but trust our professionalism and trust us. If we wanted to investigate, we could find out.”

As he said this, the policeman turned to look at the slightly chubby young man who was quietly following in the corner not far behind him.

When necessary, we can also utilize resources that are not available to ordinary police forces.

The slightly overweight young man was looking around with a strange expression.

"Isn't this where Tang is interning? I never imagined that such a talented programmer who wrote Foew would be connected to their company," he said to the policeman in the blue shirt.

The last time he came here, it was to arrest Fan Zhihong.

Later, they also used FOEW to interrogate Fan Zhihong.

“Yes, the world is small, and this city is even smaller.” The policeman in the blue shirt nodded. “You’ll find that there are no coincidences in this city, and many things cannot be explained by coincidence.”

"I've already felt it... I have a... bad feeling right now..." the slightly chubby young man muttered, his unease growing stronger.

An invisible giant hand, right?

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you his real identity, but… sigh, come and see for yourself.” Lu Mingyuan said helplessly. He walked to the window and pointed down: “Look, that’s the 0xT1P master…”

The police officer leaned out the window and looked down. Following Lu Mingyuan's finger, he saw the conspicuous target.

Even from the eighth floor, it is so conspicuous that it cannot be ignored.

"It's not that we don't intend to cooperate, it's just that things are a bit complicated, and I don't know how to explain it to you right now..." Lu Mingyuan said with a wry smile.

"I understand." The policeman's expression immediately tightened. "You don't need to explain."

You've been using overly cautious and conservative language.

The situation is a bit complicated now.

The current situation is...

Extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely complicated!

The police officer just wants to scream like a groundhog right now.

The young policeman in the blue shirt curiously peered through the window and was stunned.

The slightly chubby young man looked at this and then at that, and finally couldn't resist any longer. He walked to the window and stuck his head out.

(End of this chapter)