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Jiang Ming's casual question, "Are you done?" froze the noise in the private room instantly.

Everyone's expression froze.

Aunt Zhang Huifang's smile hadn't faded, but a hint of surprise and displeasure had already crept into her eyes.

"Xiaoming, what are you saying? Everyone's just concerned about you, we're all family..."

"Five hundred thousand."

Jiang Ming interrupted her, turning his gaze to his uncle Li Jian and the heavily made-up woman.

"It's to sponsor my cousin's wedding house, right?"

Uncle Li Jian was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and bowed.

"Yes, yes, sponsorship, sponsorship."

...

Jiang Ming repeated everyone's requests.

"Can."

"I agree to everything."

Jiang Ming leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I knew it! Xiaoming is the most successful person in our family!"

"Good child! You're truly a living saint in our family!"

"Thank you, Xiaoming! Thank you, my dear nephew!"

Zhang Huifang was so excited that her face turned red, as if the 500,000 yuan had already arrived in her bank account.

Cousin Li Hao's fiancée's eyes lit up, and she immediately took out her phone to search for properties in the city center.

In an instant, the room was once again filled with a chorus of flattery and praise.

Jiang Lijun and Zhang Huilan were completely stunned.

They couldn't believe their son would so easily agree to these unreasonable demands.

Zhang Huilan was so anxious that she tried to stand up, but Jiang Ming stopped her with a look.

"but."

Jiang Ming's voice rang out again, not loud, but clearly drowning out all the noise.

"I have one condition."

Zhang Huifang waved her hand and said with great pride.

"Don't even mention one, Auntie would agree to a hundred of your requests!"

Jiang Ming held up one finger.

"It's very simple."

"One hour from now."

"Everyone here must stay in this private room and cannot leave."

"To those still sitting here an hour from now, I will fulfill all your requests."

Upon hearing this, the relatives looked at each other in bewilderment, and then burst into laughter.

"this one?"

"I thought there were some conditions! Sitting for an hour? I could sit there until tomorrow morning!"

"Xiao Ming, you're hilarious! What kind of condition is that?!"

They felt that Jiang Ming was making a harmless joke, a way to show off his generosity.

This is like a windfall, and it's pure gold!

Zhang Huifang laughed heartily, walked over to Zhang Huilan, and patted her shoulder affectionately.

"Huilan, look how capable your son is! Alright, alright, you and your brother-in-law go back first, we'll take care of things here."

She urged Jiang Ming's parents to leave, afraid that they would soften their hearts and ruin the good thing later.

Jiang Lijun and Zhang Huilan looked at their son, their eyes filled with confusion and anxiety.

Jiang Ming nodded slightly to them.

That look in his eyes was calm yet resolute.

The couple exchanged a glance and ultimately chose to believe their son.

Without saying another word, they turned and left the private room amidst the insincere polite greetings of their relatives.

The moment the door closed, the atmosphere in the private room became even more unrestrained.

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Ming slowly took out his phone.

He first set a one-hour countdown on the screen, then turned the phone horizontally.

The familiar opening music began.

Jiang Ming actually opened a game called "Honor of Kings" and started selecting a hero on his own.

The relatives, though somewhat impatient, suppressed their impatience at the thought of the benefits they would receive in an hour and waited excitedly.

Time began to pass, second by second.

Jiang Ming silently recited in his heart.

The ability of "Weathering With You" is activated silently.

His only target was this "Emperor's Pavilion" private room.

Ten minutes later.

The central air conditioning in the private room clearly showed a constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius, but a cool breeze began to permeate the air.

"Hey, what's wrong with this hotel? Is the air conditioning broken? It's a bit cold."

My cousin's fiancée was the first to complain. She was only wearing a thin sundress and instinctively hugged her arms.

Uncle Li Jianli immediately took off his suit jacket and considerately draped it over her shoulders.

"It's probably because the air vent is pointing at you. Just bear with it, it'll pass soon."

Twenty minutes later.

The indoor temperature has quietly dropped to 5 degrees Celsius.

The dishes on the table, which were still steaming hot, were now covered with a layer of white steam and cooled down rapidly.

Several relatives, dressed in light clothing, had already started rubbing their arms incessantly.

"No, no, my old, calloused legs can't take it anymore."

An elderly distant aunt's teeth began to chatter. She hesitated, glancing at Jiang Ming, who was engrossed in playing games in the main seat, and then at the crowd of people waiting greedily around her. Finally, she stood up.

"I...I'd better go now."

She abandoned her unrealistic idea of ​​borrowing money, trembling as she opened the door and fled the increasingly eerie private room.

Her departure was like a minor incident that didn't attract much attention.

The remaining people continue to persevere, hoping for the wealth that is about to arrive.

Forty minutes later.

The temperature inside the private room had dropped to minus 5 degrees Celsius.

This can no longer be explained by an air conditioner malfunction.

The unfinished fruit platter on the table had a thin layer of white frost on its surface.

The luxurious crystal chandelier overhead had crystal pendants hanging from it, and there were even glistening icicles hanging from them.

Every breath exhaled turned into clearly visible white mist.

"What... what exactly is going on?"

A relative's voice began to tremble, not from the cold, but from fear.

All eyes were on Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming was still wearing only a thin T-shirt, sitting there calmly.

The severe cold seemed to have no effect on him.

His fingers danced rapidly across the cold phone screen, controlling the characters in the game to engage in intense team battles. His inhuman hand speed seemed incredibly strange to everyone else.

Cold sweat broke out on Aunt Zhang Huifang's forehead, quickly freezing into beads in the bitter cold.

Looking at Jiang Ming's unchanging face, a fear stemming from the unknown began to overwhelm her greed for money.

Fifty minutes later.

The thermometer reading has dropped below -15 degrees Celsius.

The biting cold turned the private room into an icebox.

"ah--!"

A scream shattered the silence.

My cousin Li Hao's fiancée, who was only wearing a skirt, finally broke down.

Her lips were frozen purple, her face was bloodless, and she no longer cared about manners or money. She rushed towards the door of the private room like a madwoman.

"I can't take it anymore! I don't want a house anymore! I want to get out!"

She flung open the heavy door to the private room and scrambled out.

Her breakdown became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Aunt Zhang Huifang and Uncle Li Jian exchanged a glance, both seeing extreme fear and struggle in each other's eyes.

The temptation of 500,000 is right in front of me.

But the young man sitting on the Frost Throne, calmly playing games, made them tremble from the depths of their souls.

A few seconds later, the instinct for survival prevailed.

"Xiao Ming...no, Mr. Jiang...we don't want it anymore, we don't want anything!"

Zhang Huifang and her husband also screamed and scrambled out of the private room.

Seeing this, the remaining people dared not have any more illusions and fled the hellish room as if avoiding a plague.

Ding.

A crisp notification sound rang out.

Two huge gold characters popped up on the phone screen.

victory.

Jiang Ming finished the game.

The one-hour countdown has just ended.

He slowly stood up and looked around.

Inside the huge private room, the cups and plates were scattered, the room was frozen solid, and he was the only one left.

Jiang Ming casually restored the room temperature to normal.

He calmly straightened his collar, then strode out of the private room as if he were attending an ordinary banquet.

Hundreds of meters outside the hotel, inside an inconspicuous black minivan.

Several plainclothes officers from the Ninth Bureau were staring intently at the surveillance screen in front of them.

On one of the screens, thermal imaging clearly showed that the temperature in the "Emperor's Pavilion" VIP room had once dropped to an unbelievable deep blue, before returning to normal red within a few seconds.

On the other screen, there was a picture of Jiang Ming's relatives fleeing from the hotel in a panic and in a disheveled state.

The team leader picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order in a calm voice.

"All image data backups, encryption level S."

"Send the report to Director Chen immediately."