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Chapter 79 Selection

At the book signing event, on the top floor of the building, Kingpin was speaking passionately, but Stark had no interest in listening and instead began flipping through the secret manual in his hand.

"I'll see what's so great about this book," Tony thought to himself, then casually flipped to the first page and began browsing.

"Everyone can practice this method; it is a cultivation method that guarantees rewards as long as you put in the effort."

An ordinary person can generate a trace of true qi in half a day... while even a peerless genius needs fifteen minutes to generate a trace.

Furthermore, meditation can replace sleep. Even ordinary people, through persistent and diligent practice for forty or fifty years, can achieve great strength, prolong life, avoid all diseases, and live to a ripe old age.

……

The booklet is not thick, only three thin pages, and the first two pages are all about the basics of the Zixia Divine Skill, such as simple explanations of concepts like internal energy and dantian.

"Forty or fifty years?" Tony Stark frowned. How long would it take to reach forty or fifty years?

But then, someone beside Stark uttered a soft exclamation: "The Generous Crab!"

Stark didn't pay attention to the gasps from the people in the seats next to him, but soon those gasps seemed to be a signal, and people throughout the venue began to gasp in excitement.

"What's wrong with these people? They're like they've never seen the world before," Stark thought impatiently, then sped up his reading and quickly reached the last line of the third page.

[Internal energy of the same origin can be transferred, just like money; each transfer will result in a 20% loss of mass!]

"Ward!" Upon seeing this setting, Stark's heart skipped a beat, then began to pound violently.

He uttered the same "Holy crap" as the others he had complained about earlier.

Everyone who comes here is a shrewd individual. Upon seeing this sentence, they instantly understood why Bai Ye had previously said that for extraordinary wealthy people, it was possible to reach his level in just one night.

In an instant, thoughts like "manufactured superhumans" and "where there's a will, there's a way" flooded the minds of everyone present, causing their hearts to race and their breathing to quicken.

"I can't believe it." Nick Fury, as the first person to finish reading the booklet, had already begun to imagine the huge social impact that White Night's book would have after its release.

"Damn it, this has already affected the lowest rungs of society. How can they just distribute books like this?" Nick Fury thought to himself, glancing at the people around him lost in their own fantasies. His heart sank again, and he couldn't hold back his anger.

It's important to understand that this was being broadcast live globally. Not only was the event being held on-site, but Kingpin also uploaded the booklet to the internet at the same time, instantly reaching hundreds of thousands, even millions, of people. It had already spread like wildfire and was unstoppable.

"Not to mention..." Like many others, Nick Fury looked up and glanced at the boy sitting by the podium with his eyes closed, thinking that this boy was not to be trifled with either.

Soon, five minutes passed quietly. Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes and walked to the front of the stage, saying, "I believe everyone has read the preface in detail. Every word in it is true."

"However, to see for myself, I will randomly select one person from among you based on your numbers and give him 100 years of precious internal energy for free on the spot."

Wow!!!

As soon as Bai Ye said this, the entire audience erupted in a tsunami-like uproar. Faced with such an opportunity to become a superman, even they couldn't sit still.

The people at the scene looked at each other; this was indeed a way to prove the booklet's authenticity.

After all, everyone present was a celebrity and they all knew each other. Under such circumstances, whoever gained the inner power could be verified later.

During the live stream, a massive amount of bullet comments had already surrounded the video.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why?! Why are only the people here getting picked?!"

"Please, change the lottery rules, pick mine!"

"What are you thinking? There's definitely something fishy going on with this lottery. The winner is definitely an actor."

……

Regardless of the noise during the live broadcast, everyone at the scene was clenching their fists, eagerly anticipating who would be drawn.

They didn't have to wait long before a huge spinning wheel appeared on the large screen on stage.

The number on the turntable ranges from 1 to 495, representing the number of guests present.

With a click of the white mouse, the turntable began to spin slowly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the numbers on the spinning wheel as the pointer rolled.

If someone sees the pointer pass over the number corresponding to their seat, their breath will involuntarily quicken, and their mood will turn to disappointment, feeling that their number was drawn too early.

At this moment, faced with the temptation of getting something for nothing, no matter if you are a president, queen, or tycoon, you all become gamblers waiting for the lottery results.

As the number wheel on the screen scrolled, Bai Ye gently tapped a number with the mouse. The next moment, the wheel began to slow down rapidly, and then it slowed down even more.

34...62...71...

Finally, amidst the disappointment of most of the audience, the pointer was placed on position 80.

The moment the location was confirmed, everyone present slapped their thighs in regret.

The other person turned their gaze to seat number 80, and when they saw who it was, gasps of surprise filled the room.

Position 80 is located on the far right of the fourth row. There is actually no seat there; instead, a wheelchair serves as the seat.

In the wheelchair sat an elderly man with a full head of short blond hair. He wore a simple white coat, was thin, had a stiff face, and his exposed arm muscles were atrophied.

The man was tilting his head to look at the screen, his eyes gleaming with a desire to explore the mysteries of the universe.

"It's him!!!"

"How could it be him?"

"this……"

At the scene, everyone was stunned when they saw the old man. A look of disbelief flashed in their eyes. Could this really be random?

Even Bai Ye on stage showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected Kingpin to have chosen such a dramatic person as the shill...

Bai Ye paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Alright, I didn't expect you to be the one chosen this time. Congratulations to Mr. Stephen William Hawking for being the lucky one here. I wonder if Mr. Hawking would be willing to cooperate with us?"

At this moment, the old man is being watched by everyone. His gaze selects words through a device on his glasses, and he chooses the one he wants by contracting the muscles around his eyes.

Amidst the strange looks from everyone in the audience, twenty or thirty seconds later, a voice simulating a human voice came from Hawking's wheelchair through a text converter.

"I feel very honored to be selected, and of course I am willing to cooperate."

(End of this chapter)