The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

He Zhongwei whispered to Qian, "Mr. Qian, should I go and chase them away again? These kinds of internet celebrities who try to ride the wave of popularity are the most annoying—"

Qian Hong raised his hand to interrupt him, stared at Chen Hao for several seconds, and then asked while looking at the video materials, "Secretary Liu, are you sure these videos are real? The Queen Mother of the West, the one who slays the Gu Diao, isn't something created by AI in the video?"

Liu Feifei smiled and said, "President Qian, the video has been examined by professional film and television personnel. It's not a composite. Moreover, our company's Director Li is a leading figure in the film and television industry, and he also said the video is real."

In fact, Liu Feifei initially thought that Chen Hao was just a scripted character created by an internet celebrity. She followed Chen Hao simply because she thought he was good-looking. However, with various signs and the official account's actions, she should have realized that this was real.

Qian Hong asked Zhang Dechang, "Mr. Zhang, you watched the video. Do you think he can solve this problem of the ghost realm?"

Zhang Dechang remained silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head and said, "I don't know much about video influencers. But if you ask me, I can only say it's unlikely. Even my Longhu Mountain Celestial Master isn't confident in handling him, and there are very few people who can surpass his cultivation level. He's too young."

Qian Hong took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the cordon.

Outside the police cordon, Chen Siyao held up her phone, the camera pointed at the entrance of Building A. The number of viewers in the live stream had already exceeded 15 million, and the comments were so fast they were impossible to read.

But she could still catch the scrolling text—especially those IDs that were just saying "Master Longhushan is definitely fine," and now they were all posting the same emoji: a soybean emoji covering its face.

[New user: ...I take back what I just said. Master Zhang has truly failed this time.]

[Netizens: Who just said everyone has their own expertise? Come out and show yourself!]

[Passerby A: Stop talking, stop talking, my face hurts.]

[Dongmen Chuixue: Hahahaha, I knew the Supreme God was the best!]

[I am Ying Zheng: Hey you, @Little Taoist Priest of Longhu Mountain, does it hurt to be slapped in the face?]

[New user: Ouch. But I really didn't expect this. Even Master Zhang couldn't do it, I really didn't expect this.]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: There are many things you haven't thought of. You can't even imagine what the gods can do.]

The few remaining supporters of Mr. Zhang who were still stubbornly insisting on their stance had just posted "It was just an accident, Mr. Zhang was just careless" when they were immediately bombarded with dozens of comments, leaving them embarrassed and forced to leave the live stream. The screen was filled with sarcastic and cathartic remarks, and the live stream's popularity skyrocketed at a visible speed.

Qian Hong looked at Building A. His hands were in his pockets, his fingers moving incessantly, as if he were counting something.

Liu Feifei, who was next to him, leaned over and whispered, "Mr. Qian, please take a look at the number of views for these video materials." He handed over his phone, and the screen was filled with search results—the Secret Realm of the Queen Mother of the West, the Silk Manuscript of Qin Shi Huang, the art of incantation to cure cancer, the lost art of mounting and restoration, the imperial green amulet... Every single one was a trending topic, and every single one had tens of millions of views.

Qian Hong flipped through a few pages, his expression growing increasingly complicated. He glanced up at the entrance of Building A, then looked down at his phone, then looked up at the entrance again.

"Mr. Qian?" Secretary Liu called him softly.

"Huh?" Qian Hong came back to his senses.

"What do you think...?"

Qian Hong was silent for a moment, then handed the phone back to Liu Feifei: "We have no choice but to let him try." He paused, then lowered his voice, "Have someone keep an eye on things, and deal with any problems immediately."

Liu Feifei nodded and stepped aside.

Zhang Dechang had finished treating his wound. He pushed away the medical staff's hands and slowly stood up. His chest wound still hurt, but he didn't want to lie down. He walked to the police cordon, looking at the entrance of Building A, his expression complex.

"Old Zhang," Qian Hong approached, "Do you think... he can do it?"

Zhang Dechang looked at him, his expression somewhat complicated: "President Qian, I know you're anxious. But that person... he looks like a young man in his twenties. You've seen those things online, the Queen Mother of the West, Qin Shi Huang—do you think they're real?"

Qian Hong remained silent.

Zhang Dechang sighed: "Mr. Qian, I'm not trying to discourage you. I just want to tell you that it's really dangerous in there. If that person goes in and doesn't come out, neither of us will escape responsibility."

Qian Hong's face darkened further. Of course he knew. If Chen Hao went in and something happened, what would people online think of him? "Baotiancheng developer drove internet celebrity to suicide?" Once that headline appeared, the stock price wouldn't just be halved, it would completely collapse.

He glanced back at Chen Siyao. The girl was still holding her phone, pointing it at the entrance of Building A, her expression tense, but her eyes held a light. That kind of light, the kind you only see when you trust someone.

Qian Hong gritted his teeth, turned around and walked to Chen Siyao's side.

"Miss Chen." His voice was a little hoarse.

Chen Siyao glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Qian Hong took a deep breath: "Your brother... is he really confident?"

Chen Siyao looked at him and said seriously, "My brother never does anything he's not sure about."

Qian Hong was stunned for a moment. He looked into the girl's eyes, and saw no hesitation, no doubt, only a firm and unquestionable trust. He suddenly felt a pang of envy—he hadn't felt that kind of trust in a long time.

Qian Hong strode over, looked Chen Hao up and down, and then asked, "Mr. Chen, can you handle the situation inside?"

Chen Hao looked at him without saying a word.

Qian Hong felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but he didn't back down. He had no way out.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady: "Master Chen, I know you are a truly capable person. What happened just now was my fault for not recognizing your true worth. You have seen the situation in Building A now. More than two hundred homeowners have their belongings inside, billions of assets... If you can resolve this, I am willing to offer a fee of twenty million."

Chen Hao glanced at him but remained silent.

Qian Hong's heart skipped a beat. Twenty million wasn't enough? He gritted his teeth: "Fifty million."

Chen Hao's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even lift his eyelids.

Sweat began to bead on Qian Hong's forehead. Fifty million wasn't enough? He glanced back at Zhang Dechang, who stood behind him, his face ashen and pale.

Qian Hong was desperate. He turned to Chen Hao and said, slowly and deliberately, "One hundred million. I'll give you one hundred million if you can solve this."

The live stream audience was shocked:

[Take Action]: One hundred million?! Am I deaf?!

[Yaoyao's Little Red]: A sale fee of 100 million! What an incredible price!

[Chunzhu]: The Supreme God's mere intervention is worth a hundred million?

[I'm a terrible student]: Try walking in there for ten minutes? You'll be lucky if you come out alive.